บท 60: Survival of the Fittest

As Aiden stood tense, ready for anything that man was about to do, he overheard the guards by the door muttering to each other. One of them let out a dismissive "Hmph," glancing briefly at the scene unfolding before them.

"Seems like this kid will become that drunk's toy," the first guard remarked with a hint of disdain.

The other guard snorted, shaking his head. "Well, they're all slaves down here, acting like dogs. What else can you expect?"

The first guard chuckled darkly. "Doesn't matter what happens to them. Kill or be killed—no one here gives a damn."

Hearing this, Aiden felt a wave of cold relief wash over him. There would be no consequences for what he was about to do. This place had no rules, no laws, just chaos. It was the perfect environment for him to release the pent-up rage that had been simmering inside him since his capture.