Jagoan entered the cramped elevator, trailed by Bruce.

The control panel boasted simplicity, featuring only a solitary green button.

Bruce, with a press of the button, turned to Jagoan and explained, “Hit this to go up when someone’s below and the top button for descent. No lingering in the middle.”

Jagoan nodded as the elevator began its descent. He shot a glance at Bruce and inquired, “How deep does this go?”

Respectfully, Bruce replied, “Sixty meters in total.”

Unable to contain his curiosity, Jagoan asked, “How on earth did you manage to excavate such a deep, secret elevator shaft without anyone noticing?”

Bruce elaborated, “Despite Brooke Jagoan Prison posing as a federal facility, it’s been under the control of the Rothschild family. They funded renovations recently, with the money mostly funneled into constructing this underground stronghold and elevator shaft.”

there’s just this one visible entrance, there’s an underground one-way passage

Rothschild family went through all this trouble in

a major drug lord, is here due to a comprehensive cooperation agreement with the Rothschild family. They want absolute control. This

sinister game at play, Jagoan commented, “So, the rich care more

destination, the doors opened to reveal a narrow, arched tunnel. An iron door marked the end, flanked by rooms on either side. Bruce pointed to the door

a cold demeanor, ordered,

door. The iron door swung open with a resonant ding. Jagoan, eager to proceed, pushed Bruce aside and forcefully opened

inside left

and a constantly flowing faucet. Chained to the toilet was a bearded man, Peter Cole, with an iron collar around

damp and cold room offered no respite, forcing Peter into an uncomfortable, curled-up

held Peter’s hands, and whispered, “Mr. Cole, or rather, Uncle Cole, are you okay? I’m here to

“Young Master… You… You

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