Bab 642: Might as well die fighting

"Nick, get up." The guard shouted. "You have another visitor." The guard banged on his cell, alerting him that he had to move again.

He had just got back and was about to rest when the bars of his cage started making their metallic noise. He wished to ignore it, but he knew the guard would not stop until he opened his eyes and prepared to go out.

But he just met with his incompetent lawyers, who kept promising him that he would be out of here in no time. But until now, he was still rotting in jail.

"Give me a second." He said irritatedly when the baton started hitting the bars again.

This time, he quickly got up and assumed the position. He was starting to get the hang of this. It was not a good sign, based on his opinion.

"Just hurry up because I do not have time for your shit." The guard angrily said when he took his sweet time.