This Ruthless Guy Was Really Petty

At once, Lester's gaze toward these prisoners softened considerably, and the killing intent in his heart slowly faded.

They were no longer merely fellow inmates. In Lester's eyes, they were all glittering gold mines!

If they could not provide him with Fear Points, there was naturally no reason to keep this pack of scum alive. But if they could provide him with Fear Points...

Then Lester would have to have some fun with them.

Gripping the bloodstained stone knife tightly, Lester slowly moved to the burly man's right side.

The burly man was still dumbfounded. He could not understand how Lester had managed to avoid getting splattered with blood.

Blood gushed wildly from the burly man's right waist. The sharp stone knife had not only sliced open his body, but also stabbed into his vulnerable kidney.

Gradually, searing pain spread throughout the burly man's body. With his kidney severely injured, he felt dazed.

He did not know whether it was from losing too much blood or having his kidney stabbed.

The burly man now had trouble even standing steadily.

Staggering back to the lower bunk, the burly man covered his endlessly bleeding wound with one hand while weakly pleading for help.

Unfortunately, faced with the towering man's plea, the other six inmates all pretended not to see him.

The especially lecherous old man who had left a deep impression on Lester clutched his crotch in terror, afraid Lester might suddenly appear before him and give his precious package a slash.

"You..." The towering man glared at the six people playing deaf and mute, his teeth itching with rage. He had never expected that after being their cell boss for so long, this was how they would treat him.

Whoosh!

In an instant, the sound of something slicing through the air rang out in the cell again.

Lester gripped the stone knife and slowly approached the burly man, who was still cursing from the bed. He clenched the knife and viciously stabbed it into the man's thigh.

Thanks to the burly man's usual careful sharpening, the stone knife was incomparably sharp.

Like slicing through a sheet of A4 paper, the sharp tip easily cut through the skin of the burly man's thigh.

Then Lester suddenly exerted force, driving the entire ten-centimeter stone knife into the burly man's thigh until it struck his hard leg bone.

But he was not finished. The instant the knife hit the man's leg bone, Lester yanked it out and viciously slashed at the man's eyes.

After taking repeated attacks, the burly man's bear-like eyes had long since become bloodshot with fury. He stared fixedly at everything before him, waiting only for Lester to come.

Unfortunately, Lester's attack was too fast for the burly man to react in time.

The moment his thigh was struck, blood also sprayed from his eyes.

The sharp stone knife slashed across the burly man's eyes with lightning speed.

"Aah!!!!"

This time, the burly man could no longer endure the pain and screamed aloud.

His miserable scream echoed throughout Azkaban. Even Sirius, who was in the deepest part of Azkaban wondering how to muddle through his days, was startled by it.

"Not good!"

The instant the burly man cried out, the expressions of the other six prisoners in the cell immediately turned incomparably terrified.

The lecherous old man at the edge of the cell trembled all over and let out pitiful whimpers.

Everyone in the cell, including the burly man, went pale.

The burly man lying on the bed was so frightened that he no longer cared about his bleeding wounds and quickly lay flat.

As for the others who had not made it to a bed, they simply dropped to the floor, tightly covering their faces with both hands to prevent themselves from making any sound and attracting the attention of a Dementor.

A few seconds later, a suffocating chill descended upon the entire cell, and everyone inside began trembling in unison.

Their shaking hands clamped tightly over their mouths, afraid of making even the slightest sound.

"Creak!"

Accompanied by the scrape of a rusty iron door, the heavy cell door was slowly nudged open by a rotting finger.

The aura of death and fear gradually spread through the cell.

A Dementor wearing a tattered black cloak slowly floated in through the gap in the Door Opening.

Its lifeless eyes beneath the black robe slowly swept over everyone in the prison cell.

Every prisoner stared at by the Dementor felt icy cold, as though they had fallen into a bottomless ice pit. Their entire bodies turned cold and trembled uncontrollably.

Of course, those were the prisoners' feelings. As for Lester, who had cast the God-tier Invisibility Technique, he stood openly right in front of the Dementor.

None of the various debuffs brought by the Dementor had any effect on him.

Striding around the Dementor before him, Lester came to the cell door.

Seeing the crack the Dementor had opened in the iron door, Lester's eyes lit up.

This was his chance to escape from prison.

Perhaps the gap was too narrow for an adult, but for a ten-year-old child like him, it was just large enough to squeeze through.

At that moment, the Dementor that had just entered the cell was eyeing the seven terrified prisoners hungrily, freely absorbing the happiness from their bodies.

On the lower bunk, the towering man fearfully bit down on his own arm, squeezing his bleeding eyes shut as his entire body trembled.

Though he was in unbearable pain, the burly man knew he absolutely could not make a sound in front of the Dementor.

Otherwise, that dark creature would have an excuse to devour his soul. At the thought of his soul being consumed by the Dementor, the burly man trembled even harder in fear.

Finally, the Dementor standing in the middle of the cell had fed to its satisfaction and was about to happily turn around and leave.

Just as everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief, another bloody hole appeared in the burly man's thigh.

"Fuck!" Caught off guard, the burly man nearly cried out. He had never expected that even with the Dementor here to inspect the cell, Lester still refused to let him go.

What grudge did they even have? Had he not merely wanted to give Lester a warning? Did Lester have to try to kill him over it?

When the other prisoners saw the new bloody hole in the burly man's thigh, their pupils also trembled.

Their fear of Lester rose considerably.

The weak feared the strong, the strong feared the reckless, the reckless feared the ruthless, and the ruthless feared those who did not fear death.

Lester was simply ruthless among the ruthless. He dared to attack someone right in front of a Dementor. Just how much did he hate that burly man?

Just because the man had initially made him sleep by the toilet, he wanted to destroy even the man's soul.

Wasn't he being far too petty?

Thinking about how they had treated such a ruthless person before, the other prisoners in the cell were terrified.

[ Ding! Fear Points from prisoner Leonardo +100 ]

[ Ding! Fear Points from prisoner Quentin +100 ]

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Thus, seven more messages flashed sporadically across the system screen before Lester's eyes, earning him another 700 Fear Points.