"Is anyone there?"
"Is there anyone! Quickly let me out!"
"I'm warning you treasure thieves, I'm a baron, a noble! Do you know the consequences of capturing a noble?？”
"It won't be long before tomorrow! When my family finds out that I'm missing, the city guards will find me here. You're all finished!”
In the underground secret base of the Treasure Thief Gang, in a cold and damp prison cell.
A young man grabbed the iron bars and shouted at the empty cell corridor outside.
However, although the young man's tone was very arrogant, it was obvious that his clothes were not simple. They were all flashy and expensive high-grade goods.
However, the young man's face did not match the image he wanted to express at the moment. His face was swollen and bruised. It was obvious that he had been beaten up before he came in.
He seemed to be tired of shouting, or perhaps he realized that after others locked him in, he left directly. He didn't even bother to guard him.
