Disowned Heir: Dominate The World After Prison

Vail Island, Colorado Supermax Prison.

This place is heavily guarded, holding the world's most notorious terrorists.

The massive iron door, 2 feet thick, has never been opened since the day it was locked.

Rumor has it that once you enter this supermax prison, the only way out is when your photo goes on the wall and you meet your maker.

But at this moment, the rusty iron door swung open with a clang.

Walking out with his head held high was a curly-haired young man in his twenties.

Inside the iron door, about thirty or forty men stood in neat rows on both sides, seeing him off.

The young man's name was Anthony Bruce, and he had been imprisoned for three years.

According to Colorado Supermax Prison records, Anthony was the only person to ever leave alive.

"Kid, don't lose the bank card I gave you. That's all my savings in there," said a bald man, pressing the card into Anthony's hand.

This man used to be the richest person around, but in here, his money was just a number.

But once outside, it would be very useful.

"Haha, Anthony, you better take good care of my daughter Annie. She's now a famous CEO, founder of the Campbell Group. I've already told her you're getting out. Whether she becomes your lover or your wife, it's totally up to you..."

"Kid, that dagger I gave you—make sure it drinks fresh blood regularly!"

"Anthony, when you get out, cause all the trouble you want. As your mentor, I'm giving you the world's top assassin organization today. Even if you assassinate the president, nothing will happen to you!"

A burly man patted his chest loudly.

Anthony looked dismissive: "When did I ever acknowledge you guys as my mentors?"

The group of notorious figures were giving Anthony advice one after another, and his words left them all stunned.

At that moment, an old man with a gray beard in the distance took a big gulp of whiskey and cursed.

"Shut the hell up, all of you. Everything you're saying is just hurting him."

A tall guy looked defiant: "I'm asking him to look after my daughter and inherit endless wealth. How is that hurting him?"

The old man slapped the big guy away with one hand.

"If I say it's hurting him, it's hurting him. What, you got a problem with that?"

"Whatever. I've seen your daughter—she's ugly as hell."

After dealing with the big guy, the old man dominantly patted Anthony on the shoulder.

"Don't listen to them. Although you're strong enough now, when you get out, you still need to keep practicing the magic I taught you."

"Old man, you guys volunteered to teach me. I never acknowledged you as my mentors."

"Cough, cough, little brat, I really don't know what to do with you."

The white-bearded old man coughed, a trace of loneliness flashing across his face...

"Also, according to our secret investigation, you weren't actually born to your current parents. In other words, you're not a member of the Bruce family at all..."

This statement shocked Anthony greatly.

"How is that possible?"

Seeing Anthony's shocked expression, the white-bearded old man sighed.

"According to our investigation, that's the truth."

Anthony looked at these notorious criminals in shock.

He noticed they had put away their earlier playful expressions, replaced by serious faces.

"That's right, what he said is true. You can question our character, but you can't question our abilities."

A short man looked serious as he handed Anthony a gift box.

"The ring inside was left for you by your birth mother when she left..."

"Birth mother? So the people who sent me to prison weren't even my real family—they were just my adoptive parents..."

Anthony gasped, his eyes turning cold.

"Tell me, how many more secrets are you hiding from me? This is really unfair!"

This time, even the white-bearded old man waved his hand mysteriously.

"That's all, that's all. This is all we know. Your background is quite complicated. You'll have to figure it out yourself when you get out."

"We've told you everything we should..."

"Quite complicated?" Anthony looked stunned.

He looked again at the notorious figures in the yard who struck fear into people's hearts.

At this moment, he was moved, and his heart was filled with gratitude...

Three years, over a thousand days and nights.

It was their company that allowed him to transform completely and start anew.

And he had learned so many skills.

To put it bluntly, any one of these people in the yard, if released, would cause major chaos outside.

"Goodbye, mentors—"

Hearing Anthony say these words, everyone in the yard, including the white-bearded old man, instantly fell silent.

In the past, when they taught Anthony their skills, they wanted him to call them mentors.

But Anthony had never called any of them mentor, making their eager wish just a distant hope.

But now...

"Haha, this kid finally agrees to call us mentors."

A tall guy actually cried with joy.

Even the white-bearded old man's body was trembling slightly.

Seeing his mentors' reactions, Anthony felt his nose tingle.

Without hesitation, he stepped through the prison gate without looking back.

At that moment, with a clang, the heavy iron door closed again...

Inside the iron door, a fat man saw Anthony leave and stamped his foot anxiously.

"Old man, why didn't you tell him the most important piece of information?"

The white-bearded old man looked up and laughed: "Why should I tell him? If he can't even handle one assassin, he doesn't deserve to be our student..."

Outside the iron gate.

A luxury business van's door opened, with someone waiting silently inside.

Seeing Anthony come out, two muscular men got out of the car.

They bowed respectfully to Anthony.

"Mr. Bruce, we've been sent by the family to bring you home."

The words "Mr. Bruce" made Anthony's mind wander.

Once upon a time, Anthony was indeed the primary heir of the Bruce family, but in his memory, those good days didn't last long.

He had thought he was a member of the Bruce family, but his mentors' investigation revealed the truth.

He wasn't actually a member of the Bruce family.

No wonder his parents insisted back then that he take the fall for Nathan.

In their eyes, he was just an outsider.

Sitting in the car, Anthony fingered the ancient silver ring, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

If all this was true, then where were his biological parents now?