Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter 380 Arnold Killed Antolin

Ashlee looked at his submissive demeanor, smiled, then bent down and patted Steven's head like she was petting a puppy. "Lisa, because of you, I killed Andrew Martin. Losing the man I loved the most doesn't feel good. But you had to take my big brother with you, and now that you're dead, you can't feel anything anymore.

"So let your son bear this pain for you."

Steven listened, keeping his head down the whole time.

Greafury City's maximum-security prison was located in the suburbs. It was quiet here, surrounded by mountains, and had many mechanisms in place. Without some serious skills, no one could break out of this prison.

To date, no one had successfully escaped from Greafury City's maximum-security prison, which was as sturdy as Central City's Ironfist Holding Center.

Antolin, dressed in an orange prison uniform, sat dazed in a narrow room.

In just a few days, his body bore obvious scars.

Every place had its own unwritten rules, and prison was no different.

Everyone knew why Antolin was there and what crime he had committed. Of course, Arnold's people had added some even more infuriating details.

The inmates knew Antolin was in for murder, and he had killed his wife and her parents. They couldn't tolerate it.

Every day, they found new ways to bully Antolin.

Antolin had lived a comfortable life before and was not a strong man, so he couldn't possibly fight back against the people in prison.

He was tortured and didn't dare to resist.

At this time, the inmates had gone to eat, but Antolin wasn't in the mood and stayed alone in the narrow cell.

He couldn't understand how someone as smart as him had ended up in this situation.

He couldn't figure it out, 'Who exactly are Charles, the president of Starlit Group, and Sophia, the chief designer?'

Just then, a correctional officer walked in with a meal that included a drumstick and casually handed it to him. "Hurry up and eat your last meal. After that, it's time." Antolin looked up in horror at the guard. "What do you mean?"

The guard looked down at him with a serious expression. "Don't play fool with me. You're scheduled for execution tonight. Now, hurry up."

Hearing the word "execution," Antolin began to tremble. "No, I can't die. I can't die yet. I need to see my wife. Let me see my wife."

"We already told them. They said you're beyond redemption and want nothing to do with you."

Antolin's eyes filled with deep anger and resentment.

"Hurry up. Remember, you only have half an hour. After that, we'll come to take you away."

With that, the guard left.

In the evening, the enforcement team from Greafury City's maximum-security prison escorted Antolin out of the prison.

The execution site was within a special detention facility.

The detention facility was large and empty, surrounded by high electric fences, with mountains encircling the area.

It was built at the foot of a winding mountain road, not far from the maximum-security prison.

After the rush hour, a police car with a metal cage and sirens transported Antolin to the detention facility, escorted by other police cars in front and behind to prevent any rescue attempts. On the mountaintop, Alvin lay on a rock with a new sniper rifle, squinting through a high-powered scope to keep an eye on Antolin.

As the police car appeared, passersby looked at Antolin inside the vehicle, pointing at him.

Antolin was extremely scared and dejected.

Suddenly, there was the sound of flesh being pierced. A red dot appeared on Antolin's forehead, and his body slowly slumped down. Everything happened in an instant, too quickly to stop.

Passersby, who witnessed the scene, screamed aloud.