Once again, despair engulfed Ronan.


    The moment the policeman exited, a menacing atmosphere enveloped the cell.


    Darin and his crew eyed Ronan with predatory excitement.


    “No, mo!” Ronan cried out, cradling his head in an attempt to protect himself.


    Despite his cries and pleas for mercy, Darin delivered a harsh blow.


    Ronan slumped against the wall, his appearance now pitiable with a tooth missing.


    He tried to dodge the relentless punches, but they continued to strike him painfully.


    After thirty minutes, Darin halted, mindful of Nathan’s directives not to inflict serious injury or humiliation, especially with the policemen on alert.


    They had to moderate their anger and not lose control.


    Eventually, the barrage of blows ceased.


    Ronan’s refined demeanor was ruined, his face bloodied, tears mixing with blood, leaving him deeply embarrassed.


    Ronan, writhing in pain, clung to the wall, his body shaking.


    He felt utterly powerless, uncertain of when the next brutal beating might ur or how long his confinement wouldst.


    Deep-seated hatred for Nathan burned within him.


    As the pain in his body worsened, so did his loathing.


    If Nathan had just let him go, he would now be safely aboard a cargo ship heading out of Cadiered.


    And his father had set aside a significant sum of money for him, ensuring a carefree life ahead.


    Instead, he was stuck in the bleak prison of the National Security Bureau, enduring relentless beatings.


    Overwhelmed with anger, Ronan was suddenly kicked in the back, causing his head to crash against the wall.


    Though the blow was painful, it fortunately didn’t draw blood.


    Darin, the perpetrator, then snapped, “Get up, you scumbag.


    You don’t belong sitting with us.


    Move to the bathroom, now.


    ”


    With that, he delivered another kick, spurring Ronan forward.


    Silently wiping away his tears, Ronan obeyed without a word.


    He limped to the bathroom area, squatting where Darin had directed.


    The cell was crammed with over ten men, all of whom Ronan found repulsive.


    However, sitting beside the bathroom, he discovered it was even more nauseating.


    Clutching his bloodied hand over his mouth and nose, the overwhelming stench of the toilet made him retch.


    His retching caught Darin’s attention.


    Annoyed, Darin stomped over to Ronan and attacked him once more.


    “You smell worse than this toilet, and yet you dare to show your displeasure about the smell?”


    As hended blows on Ronan, Darin berated him, “Even a person Like me understands that familyes first.


    I could never harm my family.


    How could you inflict such pain on your own beloved grandfather? You deserve every bit of reprimand you get.


    ”


    The policemen who arrived mid-incident had a brief chat with them before exining the reasons behind Ronan’s detention, which only fueled Darin’s rage and that of the others in the cell.


    Despite his status as a gang member, Darin held loyalty and family in high regard.


    To him, Ronan was nothing more than a despicable viin, aplete scoundrel.


    As Darin continued his assault, Ronan tried desperately to endure.


    Eventually, he crumpled to the floor, clutching his head, dizzy and on the verge of losing consciousness.


    Seeing this, one of Darin’s men rushed over to intervene.


    “Darin, stop beating him.


    If you keep this up, we’ll all be in trouble.Content is property of N?velDrama.Org.


    Let him rest for the next few days.


    ”


    Darin stopped his assault but spat scornfully at Ronan.