You Local Gangs Sure Don't Play by the Rules

Following the Auror leading the way, Sang Biao brazenly sized up the Dementors around him.

To other prisoners, these Dementors might have been terrifying beyond measure.

But to Sang Biao, a top-tier dark wizard, they were nothing but trash.

If he had not devoted all his attention to the Dark Arts, then with his fighting ability, he could easily have become a Hogwarts head of house!

He followed the Auror toward Azkaban with a disdainful look on his face. Before they even entered, the sound of loud recitation drifted out from inside.

"When your parents are alive, do not travel far. If you must travel, let them know where you are going."

"Your parents are in my hands, so you can't run. Even if you do, I have ways to catch you and bring you back!"

Upon hearing this, the Aurors who were about to escort this group of prisoners into Azkaban were all stunned.

It had only been a week. How had this bunch of scum become obsessed with studying?

And what book were they reading? Why was the explanation so brutal?

The lead Auror shook his head, tossing all the wild thoughts from his mind.

He did not care what madness these Azkaban prisoners had caught, as long as they did not plan to riot or escape.

Soon, the lead Auror successfully assigned the new prisoners to their cells.

Sang Biao also successfully slipped into an Azkaban cell and waited for the right moment.

The moment he entered Azkaban, Sang Biao began to act.

He first carefully examined the prisoners in the cell. After looking them over, Sang Biao sneered disdainfully.

"Who's the cell boss in here?"

The instant the Auror left, Sang Biao, who had just entered, immediately began making a scene.

As the saying went, even a mighty dragon could not overpower a local snake.

But Sang Biao refused to believe that nonsense!

He was a wizard killer renowned throughout the Wizarding World. Ever since graduating from Hogwarts at eighteen—

Because he was a Muggle-born wizard, it had been difficult for him to find respectable work.

So he resolutely joined the ranks of dark wizards and soon made quite a name for himself among them.

He firmly believed that he was the strongest, at least within this tiny cell.

After all, the people imprisoned here were all minor offenders, locked up for petty crimes.

Before Sang Biao, a major dark wizard, these light offenders were nothing more than insignificant rookies!

"That's me!"

As soon as Sang Biao finished speaking, a scar-faced man stepped out from among the prisoners.

His weathered face was covered in scars, and he clutched a bloodstained knife in his hand.

That was right. This man was the leader of the Azure Dragon Study Group, appointed by Lester a few days ago!

Scarface!

Scarface toyed with the bloodstained knife in his hand and looked impatiently at Sang Biao, the newcomer, his gaze brimming with contempt.

Scarface followed Lester. How dared this new prisoner act up in front of him?

"What? New guy, looking for trouble?"

Scarface waved the knife as he stared at Sang Biao's kidneys, constantly gesturing with the blade.

"Tch..." Watching Scarface keep waving that thing around in front of him, Sang Biao looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.

Who was he trying to scare in a cell with that pathetic little knife?

Did he think Sang Biao had been scared into growing up?

Would a great dark wizard like Sang Biao be afraid of some tiny knife?

Sang Biao's face immediately filled with mockery as he said, "So what if I am? So what if I'm not—"

Before he could finish, Sang Biao's expression suddenly froze as a sharp pain shot through his waist.

Looking down, he saw that the knife Scarface had been toying with moments ago was now gleaming as it stuck out of his kidney.

A chill instantly surged from the soles of Sang Biao's feet to his heart.

Was Scarface not following the usual script a little too much?

Normally, shouldn't they first exchange pleasantries and find out what the other person did?

Then he could reveal his identity, earn the admiration of these ignorant prisoners, and naturally become the cell boss?

Why had this guy stabbed him the moment he opened his mouth?!

"Aren't you being a little too disrespectful of the rules?"

Even with his kidney badly wounded, Sang Biao still had not given up on reasoning with him.

Forcing himself to endure the pain, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"Can't we people in the underworld show some respe—"

Before he could finish, Scarface viciously drove the knife into Sang Biao's kidney again.

Squelch!

The sound of the knife piercing flesh rang out sharply through the cell, cutting off Sang Biao's unfinished words.

"Fuck!" Seeing that he had been stabbed again, Sang Biao finally could not take it anymore.

He was a dark wizard, not a gangster!

His strength lay in using dark magic, not in taking knife wounds!

He had wanted to reason with Scarface, but he had not expected the man to be so unappreciative.

Sang Biao's eyes immediately filled with killing intent as he slowly raised a finger.

"Avada..."

That was right. He was too enraged to keep enduring it!

Lester was in Azkaban and could not run away anyway. Killing this hateful Scarface first would not affect the mission!

As Sang Biao began chanting, an almost imperceptible green light appeared at his fingertip.

Just as he was about to fire it—

Scarface raised his knife and viciously stabbed Sang Biao in the kidney again.

"Fuck!" Sang Biao, who had been concentrating on chanting, had never expected Scarface to stab him again in the middle of the incantation.

The Killing Curse, which had been on the verge of succeeding, was directly interrupted.

The intense backlash from the failed spell immediately surged into Sang Biao's heart.

Squelch!

Wounded both inside and out, Sang Biao spat out a mouthful of blood.

The bright red blood, unsurprisingly, sprayed all over Scarface's face!

Scarface: "..."

"Prepare your last words." Scarface expressionlessly wiped the blood from his face and spoke coldly to Sang Biao.

He was no longer the Scarface from before. He was now Scarface, educated in the Analects!

He quietly muttered, "Success comes to those who prepare; failure to those who do not."

Scarface raised the knife high and slashed it toward Sang Biao's neck.

Watching Scarface try to take his life the moment they disagreed, Sang Biao was so frightened that his face turned green. Had he been out of touch for too long?

Since when had even minor offenders in Azkaban become this ruthless?

He did not think he had even said anything!

Were the local gangs really this unconcerned with rules?

The sharp tip of the knife was about to plunge into his neck.

Sang Biao made a snap decision, concentrating all the strength in his body into his legs before releasing it in an instant.

Thud!

With a thud, Sang Biao dropped heavily to his knees.

"Big brother, I was wrong!"

That was right. Faced with the threat of death, Sang Biao ultimately chose to submit.

After all, he was a powerful dark wizard. If he died just like this at the hands of a nobody like Scarface—

Wouldn't that be far too much of a loss?