The jailer who just left did not turn back in spite of Scarface's screams, as it was way too common around here.

He paused for a moment before chuckling and left without looking back.

Meanwhile, Scarface was clutching his almost broken thumb and cowering in a corner, wheezing.

"Yo!" Someone chuckled. "It seems the newbie can throw down, almost snapping Scarface Tucker's thumb in an instant. Interesting!" Hearing the gleeful laughter around him, Frank looked around and asked, "Can anyone tell me where I am?"

"Eh...?"

"Pfft..."

"No way. The kid doesn't know where this place is?"

"Makes sense. Just look at his blank stare-doesn't look too smart, does he? Someone must have tricked him." Clang...

"Ahem..."

fellow inmates chuckled and commented, silence quickly ensued

coughing, as every eye

silent, a far cry from the liveliness when Frank had just entered

Frank turned to see a frail, elderly white-haired man sitting

eyes could see that his shoulder blade was pierced with metal hooks forged

clearly a powerful martial artist, as the metal hook that cut into his bone

are kept. So? What have you done that got you in

his chains clanging

especially eerie sight

the geezer

others' goes, he responded nonchalantly, "Killed a couple of morons, and then someone framed me-they told me there

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