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!

Various emotions could be seen in Scarface's eyes as he stared at the steel bar door which was left wide open.

He wanted nothing more than to charge outside and kill those two despicable flunkies on the spot.

However, without a stable diet and being afflicted by sickness and stress, he was now the weakest of the three. He would definitely get killed even before he did anything to the two flunkies if he charged outside. "Yo, Tucker! What's up?"

you can't even win against a stray on the streets now... to think that you used to strut as the boss. Tut, tut." The other flunkie laughed coolly. "Boss? My foot! If only he grew a pair and killed that bitch, we wouldn't be here at all! And he says he'd take a bullet for a

the name and found him clenching his fists but

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

dead,

of the flunkies threw a

at the doorway of the cell,

up that shiv

je

who knows, you

kill us!"

"So? How about it?"

not moving a muscle in spite of the

that these were the two

the shiv, he would be

him then would be a new round of torture-a

how he got his

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