Outside the dungeon, there were messy footprints on the snow.
Drinker held the guard with a knife and escorted him to Tom.
Blood seeped from the guard's arm and dripped down, condensing into ice on the snow.
This was the result of his resistance just now. It was lucky that Drinker didn't kill him.
"Little count, this man wants to run away. You can see how to deal with him,"
It was hard for Tom to accept the fact that someone else's force was placed around him
Unlike the prison guard who had made a move, his family was threatened and had no choice.
And the guard in front of him was full of viciousness. It was obvious that he was the one who wanted to get the reward.
"What did Noam give you? Why do you work so hard for him?"
The man's brain was running rapidly and he was choosing a suitable reason.
"He took my family..."
Tom's serious look made him stop talking.
"I hope you can tell me the truth."
It seemed that he couldn't hide it anymore. He lowered his head.