“Excuse me,” Dante called out to a guard passing their cell. He had managed to regain some strength after his fight with Greg. Their cells were not changed. Greg hadn't still let go. He was determined to either kill him or die at his hands.

“What is it, fuvker?” The guard asked.

He flagged his palm for him to come closer. The guard frowned cautiously.

“I won't hurt you, you already know I'm weak,” Dante mumbled.

Reluctantly, the guard drew closer.

“I will give you anything you want. I will change your life from a mere guard to one of the richest men around here. Any man will die to...