"What are you guys doing?"
Just then, a loud shout came, and everyone turned to look.
Several uniformed prison guards walked in and glanced at the young man lying on the ground: "What happened? Who did this?"
All the people present hemmed and hawed, looking towards William Cole, none daring to open their mouths.
"He fell by himself."
The bald man's eyes shifted briefly before he suddenly spoke up.
"Fell by himself?" the guard looked at the young man with the broken leg.
The young man, sweating profusely with pain, turned his head to look at the bald man and, catching his vicious gaze, dared not tell the truth.
He could only nod: "It was my own fault, I fell myself, it has nothing to do with anyone else."
"Be more careful next time! Get him a doctor immediately, and as for the rest of you, keep your noses clean." After issuing a warning, the guards turned and left the cell, taking the young man with the broken leg away with them.