Red Guardian

At that moment, Red Guardian's face was covered in a wild, unkempt beard.

His bulging beer belly could not be concealed by his gray prison uniform.

His hands were greasy as he sat in his cell, wolfing down roast chicken.

Clearly, as the prison boss, he still had a few privileges.

The clamor outside had been deafening just now, yet he had not even glanced at it, focusing solely on his roast chicken.

After all, prisoners rioting, escaping, or fighting was nothing new. He was used to it.

As long as it did not interfere with his chicken, who cared what they did?

The bigger the mess, the better. If the prison guards could not handle it, they might even ask him to step in. Then he would get even more roast chicken.

When Black Widow and Yelena appeared outside his cell door together, Red Guardian froze.

He even forgot to lower the roasted chicken wing in his hand.

"Why are you here?"

Black Widow said coldly, "We're here to get you out."

"Who asked you to save me? I just don't want to leave."

Yelena said nothing, her eyes reddening as she looked at him.

Red Guardian's heart softened. He held out the chicken wing and said, "Don't cry, don't cry, Yelena. Here, have some roast chicken."

"I didn't come here to eat roast chicken."

"Then what did you come here for?"

Black Widow said, "Come with us first. We'll talk outside."

Red Guardian looked back and forth between his two "daughters," sighed, tossed aside the chicken wing, and said, "Fine. Some debts always have to be repaid."

With that, he walked to the cell door, grabbed the steel bars, and let out a grunt as the veins in his arms bulged.

With a harsh screech of bending metal,