After a few seconds, he picked up the phone and called his subordinate.
"Is Sven back?"
The man on the other side was dumbfounded.
"Warden, wasn't Sven suspended by you? He should still be at home."
Pickel snorted and shouted, "Then hurry up and bring him back! Tell him that I won't restrict him this time. He can use any means, I just want the result!"
"Warden, are you sure? Last time, Sven almost killed that drunkard directly..."
"What nonsense! Hurry up and go!"
"Yes!"
After putting down the phone, Picol sighed lightly!
The warden of the prison was naturally not an easy position to be in. He had too many places to socialize.
Many people came to him to inquire about information, or to give gifts, or to threaten and bribe him.
Picol could be considered to be relatively honest, but he still could not completely avoid this!
