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 with the clanging

coughing, as every eye turned

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

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

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

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

Draconia's worst criminals are kept.

up, his chains clanging

an especially eerie sight

Frank was surprised that the geezer

nonchalantly, "Killed a couple of morons, and then someone framed me-they told me there would be an interrogation,

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