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..."

inmates chuckled and commented, silence quickly ensued with the clanging

then be heard coughing, as every eye turned toward him in the

cry from the liveliness when

deeper within his cell, Frank turned to see a frail, elderly white-haired man sitting in a corner,

eyes could see that his shoulder blade was pierced with metal

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

Draconia's worst criminals are kept. So? What have you done that got

up, his

eerie sight

the

as the saying about 'doing unto others' goes, he responded nonchalantly, "Killed a couple of morons, and then someone framed me-they told me there would be an interrogation, but I was brought straight here

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