"I guess you've never heard a saying," Irvin Sharman moved his sore shoulders, placing the computer hard drive he was holding aside. He rubbed his neck and coughed twice, then turned his gaze back to Grayson Sharman, lying on the ground, and finished what he had just said, "Villains die from talking too much."
Struggling, he got up from the floor.
Although he was only given a piece of bread each day, Grayson had been too foolish. Did he really think Irvin would be so starved after all these days that he wouldn't have the strength?
But he forgot... his greatest strength was enduring hunger.
As a child, he was frequently thrown into the dark room; sometimes the old man would forget about him, and he'd be locked up for three days without food or drink. Now, with a piece of bread each day and water from the bathroom tap, how could he possibly be completely depleted of energy?
However, his body was indeed weak.
He stood there, taking deep breaths, then dragged his feet to the door.
