Monarch of the Dark Night

Chapter 7

Faced with Xavier's surprise, Vivian nodded firmly.

Vivian leaned in close to Xavier's ear and whispered, "I'll take care of everything for you. I know your true nature. Trust me, I promise you'll have a great future. My grandfather wants me to give you a word, 'background'. Keep in mind, it's background. He also mentioned that as long as you can achieve results that satisfy him, he'll let me marry you."

After finishing her words, Vivian took advantage of Xavier's distraction and pulled him into an embrace, unexpectedly kissing him on the lips.

Xavier said gratefully, "Vivian, thank you.Thank your grandfather for his help. When I get out of here, I will definitely repay his kindness!"

Vivian replied, "Between us, we don't need to stand on formality... I'll wait for you, always."

Xavier nodded and watched Vivian leave.

***

After seeing Vivian off, Xavier slowly walked back to the fifth floor, pondering as he walked.

'Vivian's grandfather certainly wouldn't rescue a stranger who is a murderer just for his granddaughter's love. Besides, he mentioned being able to get out and background. Does this mean he planned to use me for my skills?'

Xavier soon returned to the fifth floor. He shook his head, dismissing the earlier question from his mind. His needs would naturally become apparent once he could provide sufficient benefits.

As he walked toward his cell, Xavier saw Jaguar and 18 other inmates standing in the hallway. When Jaguar saw Xavier return, he waved and said, "

Bloodhawk, you're back. I've been chatting with these guys, with the guards' approval, of course." 

The guards smiled politely at him and left after locking the iron door.

The eighteen prisoners greeted him respectfully in unison, "Bloodhawk!"

Xavier nodded and asked Jaguar, "What are you guys doing here?"

Jaguar replied with a smile, "Recruiting some underlings, as I mentioned earlier."

Xavier's gaze swept across the crowd, and everyone perked up, eager to demonstrate their spirit.

The prowess Xavier had exhibited during his match with Jaguar had left a deep impression on everyone. Despite these inmates from the special detention cells being proud and brutal, they genuinely admired Xavier. Upon hearing that Jaguar wanted to assist Xavier in recruiting underlings, they eagerly gathered around, hoping to be chosen.

When Jack saw Xavier looking at him, his face immediately beamed with a smile, "Hi, Mr. Bloodhawk."

Jack was the most confident among the group because he was the first contact Xavier and Jaguar made after entering the Death House. Furthermore, he even briefed Xavier about the prison's conditions.

Xavier gave him a faint smile. "Do you know that the type of person I detest most in my life is scumbags like you who toy with women?"

Jack was taken aback by his words. Before he could react, Jaguar suddenly appeared behind him. His right hand was clenched into a fist, and he delivered a punch straight toward Jack's heart with swirling force.

"Fwoosh!"

Jaguar's punch was lightning-fast and devastatingly powerful, causing Jack's body to sway lightly.

Soon, Jack's face turned purple-red as Jaguar's punch shattered his heart. In just a few seconds, Jack collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Jaguar violently flung Jack's corpse into the corner of the room.

And for this bloody and cruel scene, the other 17 people did not seem surprised, on the contrary, the corners of their mouths were hooked with a few smiles. One stout man with a plain face commented, "This scumbag got off easy dying like that."

Xavier glanced at them and said, "Alright guys, introduce yourselves to me. Let's go in cell number order."

The sturdy man grinned and said, "I'm Hugo, and I live in Cell 503. I used to be a scout in the military. After retiring, I worked in the city. I couldn't stand the forced demolition of the slums, so I got into a fight and killed four people, which landed me here."

The youthful man with a frivolous look said, "I'm Tucker, residing in Cell 504. They call me Immortal Fox. I'm a former special agent and have taken out a few targets in my time. I am skilled with knives and firearms of all sizes."

Lastly, the stoic-looking man stated, "I'm in Cell 505, and I'm Tate. A veteran, imprisoned for murder. I am proficient in close combat and skilled with firearms, especially sniper rifles."

***

After their self-introduction, Xavier declared, "I've decided to form an independent faction within the death row. It will be named the Bloodhawk League. I don't need many people—a maximum of fifty, so I seek only absolutely loyal elites. If any of my subordinates show even the slightest hint of disloyalty, I will take care of them personally."

Tucker chuckled, "Bloodhawk, rest assured, we're all elites!"

Jaguar grinned, "Oh? Elites, huh?"

His right hand unexpectedly struck Tucker's ribs at a tricky angle. Despite his injury, Jaguar's speed was still daunting.

Tucker clearly didn't anticipate Jaguar's sudden attack. But he was not an incompetent loser like Jack. Dodging the fist, Tucker swiftly crossed his arms and intercepted a sweeping kick from Jaguar.

"Thud!"

After the fierce impact, Jaguar remained unmoved while Tucker staggered back a few steps, his face briefly flushed.

A hint of admiration for Tucker flashed in Jaguar's eyes. Tucker's ability to easily evade Jaguar's sudden attack and swiftly initiate a second round of defense was already quite impressive.

Jaguar directed his gaze at Hugo from Cell 503. "If you were to face off against Chalk, how long do you think you could hold out?"

Hugo straightened his chest and replied, "I can guarantee I won't be defeated within five minutes."

Xavier nodded and remarked, "Not bad!"

Xavier's gaze slowly swept over the seventeen individuals before him, exuding a strong sense of pride from head to toe. "The Bloodhawk League can only accommodate fifty members. I won't waste any of these limited spots, so you must demonstrate the strength that earns our recognition to formally join the Bloodhawk League. This process will be dangerous and painful. Now, I offer you a chance to choose freely."

He continued, "Those willing to follow me, please stand on the left. Those seeking safety, please stand on the right."

The inmates glanced at each other. Tucker was the first to stand on the left with a smile, and the others swiftly followed suit.

Xavier smiled at the sight, as it signified the official establishment of the Bloodhawk League from that moment on!

Early the next morning, when the Bloodhawk League members gathered in the cafeteria for breakfast, all eyes were fixed on Xavier and Jaguar.

Among these gazes were admiration, vigilance, fear, and unmistakable hostility.

Jaguar arrogantly surveyed the room, and he flashed a "friendly" smile at the five kingpins before his gaze settled on Chalk.

Chalk, the kingpin of Block F, was a retired reconnaissance soldier. He later joined underground boxing and won all seventy-eight matches he fought. Later, Chalk was imprisoned and sent to the Death House. In Block F, no one could rival his formidable combat prowess.

Chalk's physique was extremely robust, with well-developed muscles bulging prominently. His eyes shimmered with arrogance. Since Chalk's personality was arrogant, ruthless, and aggressive, Xavier believed that a confrontation between him and Chalk was inevitable.

Sensing the gaze of Bloodhawk League members, Chalk set down his milk cup and slowly rose to approach Xavier.

The surrounding inmates' eyes lit up with anticipation. They were clearly looking forward to the clash.

Freshly returned to prison, Chalk was still in the dark about Xavier's prowess. He had only heard that Xavier and Jaguar had teamed up to kill his trusted right-hand man, Mason.

While his lackeys painted Xavier and Jaguar as incredibly terrifying, Chalk wasn't particularly concerned. He believed he could handle the task of killing Mason on his own. Therefore, the arrogant Chalk did not take Xavier seriously, firmly believing in his own strength and prowess.

Chalk's sole worry was that the prison management would prohibit his actions.

Then Chalk looked inquiringly at a high-ranking police officer standing in the corner. The officer smiled and nodded at him, even conveying some encouragement in his eyes.

With the tacit approval of the prison management, Chalk led his lackeys towards Xavier. Behind Chalk, nearly two hundred lackeys swarmed around him like a sea of darkness.

Although weapons were strictly regulated in the prison, Chalk's lackeys took out a variety of weapons magically— including stainless steel dining knives, triangular steel spikes, steel pipes, and many more.

Chalk and his gang rushed toward Xavier in a large group, putting significant pressure on Xavier's Bloodhawk members. They all stood up, fists clenched, ready for the imminent clash.

Chalk felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight, believing that Xavier wasn't as tough as people portrayed him to be. With that in mind, Chalk hurled the dining knife from his hand, embedding it firmly in the table where Xavier was eating breakfast!

Chalk glared coldly at Xavier, his eyes brimming with arrogant provocation. "So you're Xavier? You're the one who killed Mason?"

Xavier continued to quietly savor his breakfast, showing no intention of responding to Chalk's questions.

Chalk slowly clenched his fists. Audible clicking sounds emanated from his knuckles, and veins bulged on his forehead.

A tense atmosphere gradually filled the cafeteria...

Chalk was a formidable fighter, with over 200 loyal underlings working for him. He believed that his initiative to start the talk was already a great honor for Xavier.

In Chalk's view, if Xavier were sensible, he would surrender to him and still find a way to survive in this prison.

But Xavier seemed extremely arrogant.

The cafeteria fell silent, with only Chalk's heavy breathing audible.

One of Chalk's lackeys was the first to crack under the oppressive atmosphere. He pointed at Xavier and shouted, "Hey! Are you deaf? Chalk asked..."

Xavier's underling, Tate, narrowed his eyes at the words. He stepped forward, his palm chopping down on the lackey's neck like a blade.

Chalk's lackey clutched his neck. His throat bones were shattered, and he suffocated to death immediately.

Tate's action was like lighting the dynamite fuse, plunging both sides into an immediate brawl.

The seventeen members of the Bloodhawk League spread out on both sides of Xavier, mercilessly slaughtering Chalk's lackeys.

Despite their lack of weapons, the Bloodhawk League members' mighty punches were just as lethal.

A punch from Tate and others would result in spitting blood and fractures, at the very least.

If luck wasn't on their side, Chalk's lackeys would die on the spot.

Chalk's lackeys charged forward to clash with the Bloodhawk League members one after another. Yet, they all stayed clear of Xavier's vicinity, for fear of disrupting his meal.

Meanwhile, Xavier leisurely ate his breakfast, not even bothering to spare a glance at Chalk.

Chalk's face twitched violently with rage. Ever since he took over Block F, he had never been so looked down upon.

The brawl in the cafeteria gradually revealed a winning side.

Despite their advantage in numbers, Chalk's lackeys were significantly outmatched in combat prowess.

After more than forty casualties, his remaining lackeys dared not push forward any further, cowering fearfully behind Chalk.

Meanwhile, most of Xavier's seventeen Bloodhawk League members stood unscathed and spirited, except for a few who sustained minor injuries.

Chalk was infuriated to see his lackeys timidly retreating, his face flushed with anger.

Jaguar smiled at Xavier and said, "Bloodhawk, shall I take care of Chalk?"

In response to Jaguar's question, Xavier rose slowly and gracefully wiped his mouth with a napkin. "I'll handle it."

Having said that, Xavier slowly walked towards Chalk.