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 of

heard coughing, as

the cells nearby were silent, a far cry from

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

his shoulder blade

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

where Draconia's worst criminals are kept. So? What have

looked up, his chains clanging whenever

an especially eerie sight in

that the geezer would

the saying about 'doing unto others' goes, he responded nonchalantly, "Killed a couple of morons, and then someone framed me-they told

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