Neraxis steadily walked back to the center, where most of the people were gathered.
This time around, they weren't trying to do anything drastic like the first girl.
However, there was one person in particular who didn't seem amused.
"You're the fucking Whisperer, aren't you?" he grumbled, holding up some scrawny man by the collar.
"C-Come on, man! What do you think I-I can do with a f-fucking stutter!?" the scrawny man shot back.
However, that didn't seem to appease the man, as in the very next moment, he brought the scrawny man's face straight down toward the table.
As he did, a loud crack resounded throughout the entire prison, making everyone nearby flinch.
"Tch, guess I was wrong," the man grumbled, his gaze darting around the room until eventually, it landed on the person beside Neraxis—Liam.
"You, you look like the—"
