The name resonated among the prisoners.
In Stastle, Nathan was a well-known figure.
They exchanged looks, skeptical of Ronanâs claim.
âWho are you, and whatâs your connection to Nathan? Why would he want to destroy you?â they questioned.
âIâm his cousin.
Nathan usurped power from my father, using any means necessary to achieve his current status.
Now, heâs aiming to destroy both me and my father.
Heâs nothing but a beast.
â Ronan boldly revealed his identity, hoping to sway the group to his side and perhaps make allies during his confinement.
However, what he didnât realize was that the most imposing man in the room harbored a deep resentment towards the National Security Bureau.
This man was a gangster whose operations had been severely disrupted by Nathan.
No sooner had Ronan finished speaking than he felt his hair yanked back violently and his head slammed against the prison door with a loud crash.
He screamed, barely comprehending what was happening.
The large man gripped Ronanâs hair tightly and pushed him against the door.
Clenching his teeth, he growled, âThe last time Nathan cracked down, he nabbed a lot of my crew along with me.
Iâve got a score to settle with him.
â
âWhat? You want to settle your score with him?â Ronan sputtered, confused and trying to defend himself.
âItâs none of my business what Nathan did to you.
Why are you attacking me?â he protested.
The man tightened his grip, shoving Ronan harder.
âNathan is too powerful for me to touch, but I can sure teach his cousin a lesson!â
âWhat? No!â Ronan exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation.
Cursed luck! Even locked up, Ronan found himself targeted for retribution due to Nathanâs actions.
While Ronan was lost in thought, the towering man behind him raised his hand and struck him on the head.
Ronan howled in agony, feeling dizziness as blood trickled from his scalp.
He was so dizzy that he thought he might pass out.
Was his skull fractured?
Ronan wondered why he had to endure this pain.
âHelp! Someone is trying to kill me.
Help me!â
Ronan shouted at the iron-barred door, but there was no response.
A dozen other ten men who had been locked up with Ronan sat quietly against the wall, watching him suffer without any offer of help.
Ronan was thin and weak, unable to withstand the manâs blows at all.
Bleeding from his nose, Ronan exclaimed, âI despise Nathan! Heâs bullied me since we were kids.
I swear Iâll kill him one day!â
The assailant ceased his beating, looking down at Ronan with a sneer.
âYouâre too weak to fight me, yet you talk of killing Nathan?â
The beating stopped, but Ronanâs bruises throbbed intensely.
He wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve and gritted his teeth.
âI may not be strong, but Iâm clever and have my dadâs backing.
Once Iâm out of here, Nathan will face serious trouble!â