The name resonated among the prisoners.


    In Stastle, Nathan was a well-known figure.


    They exchanged looks, skeptical of Ronan‘s im.


    “Who are you, and what’s your connection to Nathan? Why would he want to destroy you?” they questioned.


    “I’m his cousin.


    Nathan usurped power from my father, using any means necessary to achieve his current status.


    Now, he’s aiming to destroy both me and my father.


    He’s nothing but a beast.


    ” Ronan boldly revealed his identity, hoping to sway the group to his side and perhaps make allies during his confinement.


    However, what he didn’t realize was that the most imposing man in the room harbored a deep resentment towards the National Security Bureau.


    This man was a gangster whose operations had been severely disrupted by Nathan.


    No sooner had Ronan finished speaking than he felt his hair yanked back violently and his head mmed against the prison door with a loud crash.


    He screamed, barelyprehending what was happening.


    Therge man gripped Ronan’s hair tightly and pushed him against the door.


    Clenching his teeth, he growled, “Thest time Nathan cracked down, he nabbed a lot of my crew along with me.


    I’ve got a score to settle with him.


    ”


    “What? You want to settle your score with him?” Ronan sputtered, confused and trying to defend himself.


    “It’s none of my business what Nathan did to you.


    Why are you attacking me?” he protested.


    The man tightened his grip, shoving Ronan harder.


    “Nathan is too powerful for me to touch, but I can sure teach his cousin a lesson!”


    “What? No!” Ronan eximed, his voice tinged with desperation.


    Cursed luck! Even locked up, Ronan found himself targeted for retribution due to Nathan’s actions.


    While Ronan was lost in thought, the towering man behind him raised his hand and struck him on the head.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    Ronan howled in agony, feeling dizziness as blood trickled from his scalp.


    He was so dizzy that he thought he might pass out.


    Was his skull fractured?


    Ronan wondered why he had to endure this pain.


    “Help! Someone is trying to kill me.


    Help me!”


    Ronan shouted at the iron-barred door, but there was no response.


    A dozen other ten men who had been locked up with Ronan sat quietly against the wall, watching him suffer without any offer of help.


    Ronan was thin and weak, unable to withstand the man’s blows at all.


    Bleeding from his nose, Ronan eximed, “I despise Nathan! He’s bullied me since we were kids.


    I swear I’ll kill him one day!”


    The assant ceased his beating, looking down at Ronan with a sneer.


    “You’re too weak to fight me, yet you talk of killing Nathan?”


    The beating stopped, but Ronan’s bruises throbbed intensely.


    He wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve and gritted his teeth.


    “I may not be strong, but I’m clever and have my dad’s backing.


    Once I’m out of here, Nathan will face serious trouble!”