Monarch of the Dark Night

Chapter 6

It was too late for Xavier to dodge the strike. In desperation, he crossed his arms and intercepted the blow.

Xavier's block deflected Jaguar's striking hand. Yet it still grazed his shoulder, sending a large piece of flesh flying and exposing the white bone beneath.

"Ahhh!"

Xavier's roar instilled deep fear in everyone, including Jaguar. The fury and murderous intent in his roar made Jaguar feel regret and fear for the first time.

Ruthlessly, Xavier charged at Jaguar after the roar, moving even faster than before. Jaguar retreated in panic, trying to avoid Xavier's attack.

But Xavier's fists landed on Jaguar's body relentlessly.

In a split second, Jaguar was hit five times in quick succession. His entire body was sent flying backward, sliding several feet across the ground and leaving a gruesome trail of blood.

Before Jaguar could get up, Xavier appeared before him, his fist crashing down on the blood-spitting Jaguar.

At that moment, Jaguar's mind went completely numb with fear. He knew that punch could crush his skull. He could almost hear the grim reaper's sinister laughter, and his eyes were filled with despair and terror.

However, Xavier's fist stopped just short of an inch from Jaguar's head.

Jaguar stared blankly at it for a few seconds before he slumped on the ground. He managed a faint smile and said, "I throw in the towel..."

Xavier took a deep breath, slowly calming the turmoil and rage inside. Then he said to Jaguar, "Thank you."

Jaguar looked at Xavier bewilderedly, "Why are you thanking me?"

Xavier softly said, "Ever since my girlfriend Quinn died, there's been a devil in my heart. It made me hate everyone in the world and disregard others' lives, even my own. But you, you gave me a good fight and eased my mind. I feel relieved. The hatred has also disappeared. Just a reminder, about our agreement... You won't go back on it, will you?"

Jaguar burst into laughter, "Hahaha, you're the first person to defeat me in my life! I, Jaguar, pledge to follow you, my boss Bloodhawk, to the end of my days!"

Xavier chuckled, "Bloodhawk? Hehe, that's a good name."

Bloodhawk—The Grim Reaper who would strike fear into the underworld criminal gangs across the globe in the future, was formally christened in that moment!

Jaguar—The savage beast who terrified enemies, the future second-in-command of the Bloodhawk League, swore allegiance to Bloodhawk from that moment on!

Xavier reached out and pulled Jaguar up, then placed him securely on his back. As he carried Jaguar on his back, the cold-blooded Jaguar felt a warmth in his heart, though he didn't say a word.

Xavier walked to the edge of the yard and looked at those who seemed to be important figures. With a blank expression, Xavier asked, "Someone's injured. Could we please have a doctor to help?"

As a colonel and deputy warden of the prison, Mr. Hayes had witnessed many gruesome scenes. But facing Xavier's gaze, he needed immense willpower to maintain his composure.

Mr. Hayes smiled, "Of course, we have doctors available. Where would you like to receive your treatment?"

Xavier smiled politely, "Please have the doctors in Cell 501 and 502 of Block F. Thank you."

Mr. Hayes nodded and replied, 'Don't worry. I'll take care of it.'

It was rare for Mr. Hayes to be so generous towards an inmate. As he spoke, he even felt a bit awkward—how could a high-ranking colonel like himself be so polite to a death row inmate?

Xavier politely thanked him. Carrying Jaguar's heavy body, he headed towards Block F.

As he approached, the crowd automatically parted to make way for him, their eyes filled with fear as they watched Xavier.

After a few steps, he suddenly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd until it settled on Viper and the other four kingpins.

Xavier calmly stated, "For the next couple of weeks, Jaguar and I will remain on the fifth floor for recovery. We won't come out, or provoke any of you. But keep it in mind—if we face any attacks or persecution during this period, regardless of your involvement, the moment I step out of Cell 502's door, I swear I will kill you."

Reaper looked deeply at Xavier, then turned and walked away without a word.

After Xavier and Jaguar returned to their cell, several top doctors from the prison's affiliated hospital arrived. They used the best medications available to ensure the most effective recovery for Jaguar.

After the doctors left, Xavier suddenly asked with a serious expression, "Jaguar, you're clearly not from China, yet you know Chinese kung-fu. So, who exactly are you?"

Hearing the question, Jaguar fell silent for a long time, as if he couldn't recall his real name.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jaguar slowly began to speak, "My real name is... Henry Walker. It's been years since I've used it; I almost forgot. I grew up as an orphan in China, later taken in by my 'master.'

My master was like a father to me. He was a monk in a temple, a servant of the gods. The temple he served in was Shaolin Temple, renowned for its profound martial arts skills.

Xavier asked in confusion, "A monk? How did a religious person raise such a lunatic like you?"

Jaguar burst into laughter, his eyes filled with mixed emotions. "My master taught me to do good deeds, be humble and courteous, but... he also said that demonic blood runs through my veins. I excel in combat and killing, so I am destined to become a bloodthirsty demon when the time comes."

Puzzled, Xavier asked Jaguar, "Is your master a prophet?"

Jaguar shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe it's the mystical power of the monks. His predictions were always right, anyway. Before I turned twenty, I lived a peaceful life with my master in the temple. Then, one night, everything changed..."

The man began to tell his own story.

"That evening, a few weary travelers sought shelter in our temple, and the monks agreed to accommodate them. However, during the night, they attempted to steal the solid gold deity statues . The monks caught them in the act. These thieves then turned into robbers, wielding guns and killing indiscriminately. To protect me, my master took a bullet and died right before my eyes.

"When my master died, all I saw was a sea of blood. And my blood felt like it was on fire. All I could think of was killing. I caught the robber who killed my master and bit through his windpipe while he was still alive. My master was right; there really is a devil in my soul.

"Their guns were useless because I could predict the angle of the barrel before they even aimed. My senses had never been so sharp... My strength also became extraordinary, and my speed was beyond my own imagination.

"I caught those robbers and tore them to pieces... You know, the feeling of revenge when tearing an enemy to shreds is really satisfying.

"When I came to my senses, there were severed limbs and flesh all around. The surviving monks looked at me with fear in their eyes. In the monks' language, there's a term called "fallen into demonic possession". It means a normal person becomes a demon... Yes, I became a demon that night."

Hearing the tragedy, Xavier muttered, "So you were hunted down, captured, and then brought here?"

Jaguar nodded. "That's it. Since I'm not Chinese, the Chinese Police couldn't handle my case. So, they sent me to this prison. Although I had a chance to escape on my way here, I heard there were many good fighters in this prison, so I decided to come and see for myself. Haha, it hasn't disappointed me!"

Xavier smiled, "Take care and recover well. There will be plenty of chances to fight in the future."

At that moment, the sound of keys rattling filled the air as four guards approached Xavier's cell door. "Xavier, someone visits you."

***

Xavier was escorted by the prison guards to the Office of the East Wing Chief, located in Block F.

Entering the office, Xavier immediately noticed Vivian Morgan staring into space. Even with a sorrowful look on her face, she was undeniably beautiful.

Her figure was flawless, with a perky chest filling out the bodice of her dress and a slim waist forming a perfect curve. Her smooth, delicate legs were so beautiful that they looked even better without wearing the silk stockings.

Vivian was a classmate of him and Quinn. During their school years, Vivian and Quinn both developed feelings for Xavier. However, because Quinn started dating Xavier first, Vivian had no choice but to keep her feelings to herself, maintaining only a friendship with Xavier.

To be frank, how could Xavier not notice Vivian's love? But there was nothing he could do about it either.Vivian sat blankly at her desk, lost in thought, unaware of Xavier's arrival.

Xavier cleared his throat, startling Vivian out of her reverie.

Vivian's body trembled slightly as she slowly lifted her head, silently looking at Xavier. Tears welled up in her eyes, filled with sorrow and concern, and her body trembled slightly as she tried hard not to cry.

Xavier smiled faintly and calmly said, "Thanks for visiting me."

Hearing Xavier's words, Vivian could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her cheeks relentlessly.

Xavier glanced at the guards, and they tactfully left the room to give them some space.

Vivian asked softly, "Xavier, why did you kill so many people? Why didn't you come to me? I would have had my grandfather help you seek revenge."

Xavier's expression hardened. "I don't need anyone's help for revenge. I must end the lives of those who harmed Quinn with my own hands and make them pay with their blood."

"Smack!"

Vivian suddenly gave Xavier a slap. She said tearfully, "You may have gotten your revenge, but do you know how much pain your actions have caused? Do you know what your parents are going through now?"

Xavier slowly lowered his head. "I have let them down, but I have no regrets."

Vivian knew how devastating Quinn's death had been for Xavier, and she understood the immense agony he was going through.

Holding Xavier's hand, Vivian whispered, "I know it's hard, but please let go of the past, okay?"

She then pulled Xavier into an embrace. "Quinn is gone, but you still have me. I love you. Please promise me you'll take care of yourself ."

Xavier looked at Vivian and felt a pang of heartache. He said, "Vivian, it's too late for these words. They mean nothing now! I've been sentenced to death, and execution will come soon. You don't need to waste your time on me. I understand your love, and I will cherish it in my heart."

Vivian wiped away her tears and softly replied, "Don't worry, your death sentence isn't an issue. My grandfather has taken care of everything. Just stay here peacefully. Soon, he'll arrange for someone to get you out. I'll be waiting for you outside."

Xavier stared at Vivian in bewilderment. "What? Are you saying I can still get out of prison?"