The fettered geezer was left speechless by Frank's attitude and sighed softly.

The young man would definitely pay for not listening to his elders.

"Hmph. Mongrels."

Seeing the two flunkies of the jailer eagerly bringing out their torture tools and a fire cauldron, endless hate showed on Scarface Tucker's face.

They were the ones who scarred his face, after all.

He would not hate them so much if they were jailers, but these flunkies used to be his men. They used whatever they had to pay off the jailer, and after days of sycophancy, earned their special rights despite being inmates.

In fact, they were worse than the jailer when they did his dirty work!

Scarface's eyes as he stared

to charge outside and

of the three. He would definitely get killed even before he did anything to the two flunkies if

think that you used to strut as the boss. Tut, tut." The other flunkie laughed coolly. "Boss? My foot! If only he

when he heard the name and found him clenching his fists but not arguing

tortured-a lesson he had learned over the years, and

I know! You want us dead, don't

of the cell, laughing. "If you call yourself a man, pick up that shiv and get out here who knows,

"So? How about it?"

cracked audibly, but he was not moving a muscle in

very well that these were

picked up the shiv, he would be found guilty of attempting escape and attacking a

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