As the inmates looked on, Frank bellowed as he launched his fist at Tigris, their knuckles colliding just like before.

At first glance, Tigris' punch was shrouded in pure vigor and kicking up a violent shockwave, while Frank was just basically holding out his knuckle-it was really a stretch to call it a punch. Forget projecting his pure vigor-Frank was not even putting his back into it, and it was a really simple, half-heard punch.

Bang!

In a split second, Tigris' thundering punch was parried like it was nothing, while the man himself was howling as he was sent flying and crashing into the steel bars of a prison cell.

And as the inmates turned to look, they could all see that all that was left of Tigris' knuckle was pieces of flesh scattered all over the floor.

It would be a gruesome sight, but the inmates were used to it here at Blackwater.

They were not thrilled either, because it was a jailer who was beaten up!

How many years had it been since this had happened?

No, forget retaliating against a jailer-the man even defeated him!

Talk about suicidal!

here? Can we go

slid

he turned to find Scarface's face pale, and he was barely on his feet instead of getting extinct when Frank beat the jailer. "What? What's

cried, his lips trembling in

"Messed up? How?"

unconcerned. "What, do they have

Scarface and the other

The man could really

"Kid..."

nearby was leveling Frank a

the geezer was now sure

was young and feisty just like you back in the day, thinking I could strut anywhere because I thought myself invincible. Hell, I defeated the jailers just like

coughed as

"And well,

turned out-fetters forged from the strongest steel hold down my old bones, and I'm forced to

flickered as he told Frank solemnly, "If you don't want to end up like me

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