In Draconia, the mysterious department Ninth Prison echoed with the sharp clatter of high heels striking the floor in the dim corridor. Walter Shaw sat in the visitation room, slowly opening his eyes, boredly fiddling with the dragon pendant on his chest. His gaze shifted toward the door. Instantly, the cells on both sides erupted with howls and jeers. "Whoa, a woman!" "What a gorgeous woman!" "She is smoking hot, with a tiny waist, big chest, and long legs!" "Those high heels must be Valentino. Pair those with a Balenciaga will be a perfect match. Beauty, step on my face!" "She smells nice. It's Chanel perfume." "She's so beautiful. I want to die on her." Amid the vulgar remarks, Walter wondered if the visitor matched the description of those hungry inmates. Moments later, a tall woman in a short skirt and black stockings entered, flanked by two serious-looking bodyguards. She took a document from her bag, placed it on the table, and sat down. She crossed her legs as she lit a cigarette. She had fiery red lips. Her delicate features framed by golden waves of hair exuding an irresistible allure. "I am Ms. Lyson's assistant. I'm here to discuss the annulment of your engagement," the woman said lazily. Her eyes were full of interest as they locked onto Walter. "Are you done?" he asked. After three years, he was greeted by an unexpected woman talking about annulment. Walter didn't ever recall his mentor mentioning this. All he knew was that someone would come looking for him. His calm reaction surprised the woman. "If you hand over the dragon pendant, I might help you apply for parole," she offered with a smile, leaning close, nearly face to face with Walter. Her seductive presence was overwhelming. As she slipped off her heels, her foot rubbing against Walter's, ignoring the stunned guards. Walter looked down at the dragon-shaped jade pendant on his chest and firmly rejected, "That's impossible!" It was the only keepsake left by his mentor, with significant purpose. His mentor had only mentioned that someone would seek his help, never that he should give away the pendant. It was crucial for continuing the Skyborne Dragon Art. He couldn't possibly give it up. The woman's seductive demeanor vanished, replaced by a cold arrogance. "Walter, remember your status. You're just a convict. You can't keep that pendant," she warned. "Seeing this pendant is like a treat for you. Dream on if you think you can take it!" Walter let out a derisive laugh, turning to leave. "Don't be ungrateful, Walter. A commoner with a treasure is bound to invite disaster." "If it weren't for this dragon pendant, you'd never be able to leave this place in your lifetime!" the woman threatened as Walter walked away. Walter paused, turning slightly, his peripheral vision catching her figure. "Don't make promises you can't keep. It's easy to get humiliated." "Do you want to bet?" Walter challenged. "Do you think you're worthy?" the woman sneered. "I'm curious about where you get your confidence from, a convict claiming such bravado." "Let's bet that I'll leave here before you today." "If I win, you'll wait for me at the hotel," Walter smirked. "What if you lose?" the woman asked through gritted teeth, shaking angrily. No one had ever dared insult her like this, but she was curious about Walter's confidence. Winning the bet will be perfect. She could force Walter to hand over the pendant, then hire a few guys to give him a brutal beating and turn him into a eunuch. "I'm not going to lose." With those words, Walter walked away, disappearing from the woman's sight. "Damn you, I, Lisa Yale, will see how you leave here today!" Lisa cursed, storming out, nearly breaking her heels in the process. ... Walter returned to his cell, changed his clothes, and walked out. Three years had passed, and it was time to leave. His mentor had instructed him that when someone came for him, it was the day to leave. As he walked through, the guards ignored him, not stopping his path. He halted at the end of the corridor. "Hey, weakling Shaw, the old fool set the rule that only one could leave early. I've been your sparring partner for three years. This time, I'm going to kill you!" A massive figure emerged at the bars, revealing a dark-skinned face. At 190 centimeters, Kaleb Robinson was built like a fortress with massive muscles. Thick chains tied around his arms, which bound him to the wall. His movement made the walls tremble as if a beast were caged. Other prisoners and guards trembled in fear when passing by. Walter turned slightly, meeting Kaleb's gaze. "Kaleb, do you know why I came to you last?" Walter asked. "Because I'm the strongest, the others were just your stepping stones!" Kaleb proclaimed, slamming on the bars, denting the thick iron. Veins bulged on his face, revealing a terrifying ferocity. "No, I saved you for last to give myself a parting gift," Walter replied. He stepped back, gesturing with his hand in challenge. "Haha! The old fool taught you recovery methods, but your fighting skills are just for show, useless in real combat!" Kaleb roared. His voice echoed like wild, deafening thunder down the corridor. Kaleb stretched out both hands, grabbed the bars, and pulled with all his might. Creak! The bars bent. His enormous body emerged from within as if a fierce tiger had burst out of its cage. The aura emanating from him was utterly savage, sending chills down everyone's spine. Even the iron chains, as thick as a wrist, were no match for restraining his arms. They were forcefully twisted into knots and then wound around his arms. Walter's lips curled into a smirk, turning swiftly with ghostly speed. With a bang, Walter slammed into Kaleb, throwing him back into the cell. What followed was a cacophony of screams and pleas for mercy. "Argh!" "Stop, stop, I give up!" "Help, he's killing me..." In the dim cell, Walter's lean frame repeatedly slammed the hulking body against the wall, the sound of bones breaking frequent. Blood pooled on the floor. Ten minutes later, Walter wiped his hands and exited the cell, walking straight out.