Food, shelter, and girls!
Outside the prison.
At this moment, all the prisoners were brought out to the yard and lined up neatly in two rows, leaving a wide corridor down the middle.
When the news of Gibson's release spread, the whole prison went wild.
Some even brought out a banner signed by all the prisoners—it wasn't just a release; it felt more like a fan meet!
Hattie followed behind and stepped out of the prison, glancing around. Anyone she picked out would be a top-tier criminal outside, but here, they were just corner-dwellers, becoming Gibson's most loyal little fans.
"Pretty popular, huh?" she remarked out of the blue from behind.
Gibson snorted coldly, "Popular? These guys can't wait for me to get out!"
His departure meant the Dungeon of Death lost its menace; nobody else could keep these heavy-duty criminals in check.
For three years, these big shots who used to rule the streets had been so tormented by him they'd thought about suicide three times. Now that they heard they were getting out, they were more ecstatic.
As he boarded the helicopter as promised, everyone kneeled on the ground.
"Farewell, Mr. Barton—!"
Seeing this scene, Gibson opened the window and shouted down, "Hold on! I'll be back in a few days!!"
Pfft—!
The prisoners went crazy, especially those who'd nearly been driven mad by his tortures, now screaming about suicide.
"Boss, spare us! I can't take your stinky shoe soles anymore!"
"If you dare come back, I'll die right now to show you!"
"Three years! One thousand and ninety-five days! Not a single day without nightmares, please don't come back! If you must, just let me out—I swear I'll reform and never cross paths with you again!"
...
Some, upon hearing Gibson might return, even held a knife to their own necks as a threat.
Which of these prisoners wasn't a big shot outside?
Though once formidable figures in the underworld, they ultimately bowed down to Gibson.
Hattie turned her head to look at Gibson, who stood with his arms crossed and eyes slightly closed.
Not old, dressed plainly, not particularly muscular—rather skinny, in fact. Yet this guy had made life in the Dungeon of Death worse than death itself.
"You're odd, wanting to come back after getting out. What's here that attracts you?"
Gibson slowly opened his eyes and smirked, "Food, shelter, and girls!"
"You…"
...
...
One month later.
In a fancy hotel in Thyria, Starfall City.
Gibson lay back, hands behind his head, watching the news loop on TV.
'Today's headline: A mysterious figure single-handedly dismantles pirates, with the top sixteen leaders now turning themselves in…'
He immediately turned off the TV. He just picked something that seemed a bit tough to handle—it was just a way to get some practice since he'd just gotten out.
And in passing, he took care of a problem that they hadn't been able to handle for eight years, all within an hour. Consider it a housewarming gift!
Now, he was holding a photo, and he had to admit, this girl was stunning—flawless skin and as beautiful as the moon. Just one look was intoxicating.
No wonder she was called the number one beauty of Starfall City!
"I heard you've been researching something to do with medicine—what is it, the secret to eternal life? No wonder everyone's after you!" Gibson said with a resigned laugh as he looked at the photo.
He really didn't get it. What was so good about living forever? His own master had accidentally uncovered the secret of eternal life and got targeted for it, ultimately losing his life over it!
Ding ding ding—!
Just then, his phone rang.
After answering, he just smiled faintly, "Mr. One, do you like the welcome gift I sent you?"
"Of course I like it. You're still amazing, and you're definitely up to the task this time!"
"I'm up for the task, but I have one condition!"
"Let's hear it!"
"I want to reassemble The Ten Kings of Hell. I'll personally pick ten people from the Dungeon of Death. From now on, these ten will only work for me—people, lives, power, money, I call the shots!"
...
Anyone from the Dungeon of Death could cause a worldwide panic, and Gibson alone was enough to make the higher-ups nervous. Now he wanted to release ten more, which could turn everything upside down if not handled carefully.
There was a long silence from the other end, finally breaking with a slow response, "When a hero draws his sword, it's a calamity for the common folk for a decade! How big a mess do you plan to make this time before you're satisfied?!"
"As soon as the three-year period ended, the dragon left its cave—I've kept my promise of peace to the world! Now, it's time for the world to repay me!" Gibson spoke with an icy tone, "Those involved in that incident back then, no one will escape. No one!"
...
The next second, he hung up the phone, not giving them any chance to argue.
Given the risk involved, probably no one but Gibson would dare to take on this mission. It just so happens that those targeting his master might be the same group!
The same goal, the same people!
All after eternal life!
...
Meanwhile, at Starfall City's Wind Group.
"What?! You're setting me up with someone?!"
"And he's just out of jail?! Grandpa, are you serious?!"
"I have to chase him? I chase him?!"
...
A woman with flowing long hair, wearing high heels with black straps and red soles, walked down the corridor into the office while on the phone.
She is Sonia Juarez, the current CEO of Starfall City Wind Group! She's ranked tenth on Starfall City's list of the wealthiest, the only one in her twenties to make the list, and she's a woman!
She truly embodies what it means to have both beauty and brains.
I can't understand what Grandpa was thinking. Even if he arranged a blind date, it should have been with someone normal, right?!
But no, he picked someone fresh out of jail!
"Enough, Grandpa, I'm not meeting that guy! So he can fight? What's the use of that? Are we supposed to solve things with fists these days?!" Sonia said impatiently and then hung up the phone.
However, the moment she pushed open the door to her office, she was completely thrown off.
There, sitting in her chair with his feet up on her desk, was a man, even sipping tea from her cup.
Before Sonia could even collect herself, the man spoke up first.
"Do you know you've kept me waiting for exactly five minutes? Even Mr. One doesn't dare make me wait this long, lady! You'd better have a good explanation!" Gibson said as he took a sip of tea, then spat it out.