Tap, tap, tap!
The crisp sound of dress shoes approached from afar. Before long, the deputy warden, dressed in a sharp prison guard uniform, stood in the corridor. He first looked toward Jiang Hao, a deep disgust flashing in his eyes, then knocked on the glass wall by Johnson's cell and said in a teasing tone, "The Rock, how does the black room feel?"
Bang!
A heavy impact sounded from inside against the glass wall. One could imagine Johnson had viciously punched the glass wall inside the cell.
"Is that your answer? No, no, no, that won't do. It seems you still haven't recognized the situation. Here, I, Kavizer, call the shots. All that money of yours is illegally obtained dirty money, and the government has a responsibility to recover it."
"Hahaha, you'll be locked up here for 120 years. What use is there in keeping it? Hand it over obediently and turn it in to the United States government. That is the real way for you to atone for your sins."
"Tell us, and from now on, you can live a peaceful, stable life. That's not bad, is it? Think it over. I don't have much patience. No one knows what might happen next. You know, prisoners dying of illness in prison is quite common."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of strikes rang out against the glass wall again, pounding loudly.
A cold smile appeared on the deputy warden's lips. Slowly torturing people like this felt quite good. Making a powerful beast submit gave him a great sense of accomplishment.
Bang bang bang bang!
Johnson crazily hammered the glass wall. Kavizer turned to leave, only to see Jiang Hao standing before the glass wall and watching him. They were less than two meters apart, their gazes meeting directly.
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