Chapter 1702

Would the jailer let Frank off easy after this? Young men were really inexperienced! This was it for Frank. Forget fifty Willbreakers—his attitude would earn him up to seventy more. And his scrawny body might not even survive it! "Woah, kid! You're quite cocky, huh?" The two flunkies following the pudgy jailer around were at once upset, one of them even spitting on the floor as he pointed at the jailer. "Kid, don't you know who this is? He's Tigris Fisher, the Stallion of Blackwater! How dare you behave so insolently in front of him? Do you want to die?!" Tigris shoved his flunkie out of the way as he stared fixedly at Frank and chuckled. "I heard that you were framed… but naturally, I don't give a shit. Once you end up in here, you're never getting out. "However, I can give you one chance to contact whatever friends and family you have outside, and tell them to pay me off. Once they do and I'm happy with the number, I just might play nice. But if it's not enough… Hehe…" Tigris