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?"

strut as the boss. Tut, tut." The other flunkie laughed coolly. "Boss? My foot! If only

and found him clenching his fists but not

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

I know! You want us dead, don't you? Here, have a

of the flunkies

at the doorway of the cell,

up that shiv and get

je

knows,

kill us!"

"So? How about it?"

he was not moving a muscle in

well that

shiv, he would be found guilty of

him then would be a new round of torture-a living hell for the

top of that, it was how he got his facial

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