You’ll rot in jail.

Leo walked down the narrow and dimly lit corridor, among several subordinates and the local police chief.

"Why isn't he talking?" Leo asked the police chief.

"He's still tight-lipped, not revealing anyone involved in his criminal activities," the police chief replied, causing Leo to grimace and thin his lips. Leo then quickened his pace until he reached a door at the end of the corridor.

"Can I see him alone?" Leo asked, causing the police to nod in agreement.

"Of course, we'll wait in the monitoring room. If anything happens to you, we'll come immediately," the police chief replied, prompting Leo to turn around and the police chief to instruct his subordinates to open the iron door in front of Leo.

This damp and dark place was truly fitting for a criminal like Zade, Leo thought, as he glanced at a man with handcuffed hands behind him and several bruises adorning his face, slumped despondently in a chair that bound him.

"Are you alright?" Leo asked casually, making Zade raise his head