章 92: Mad Man?

In a moderate-sized space, 2 men sat on the ground with their feet crossed and their eyes closed.

Before one thinks of seeing the prisoners here, they have to pass through this space first. 

There were tables and desks haphazardly arranged, primarily used for those on day shift when recording and noting that prisoner was brought out or brought in. 

And on the walls the letters 'F3-H8' were carved on the wall. 

The 'F' stood for floor and the 'H' for hallway/corridor. 

So processing everything, they were on the 3rd floor, 8th Hallway branching off the main one.

"Who?'

The Sky guard similar in strength to Wolfram had already noticed his presence. The other guard sensed. However, seeing his comrade's expression, he tightened his face vigilantly. 

Weapon at hand, back arched, the duo their ook battle stances. 

'Could this intruder be here for the slaves?'