The jailer’s hand was stuck on the hard steel plate. If he moved it even a little, it might be crippled. How would he dare to argue with Gong Jue? He hurriedly pounded his head like garlic. “Yes, yes, yes. I will slap my mouth. I shouldn’t have said such arrogant words just now...”
Gong Jue snorted coldly and finally let go of his wrist.
He indifferently said a few words, “You still haven’t grown enough hair, yet you dare to call yourself your father?”
The jailer stomped his feet in pain. His wrist wasn’t broken, but his finger was broken. If he didn’t hurry to reattach the bone, he would become disabled!
“No, no, no, I don’t dare to call myself ‘father’anymore...”
With a sad face, he hurriedly closed the small window and fled!
The room returned to darkness and silence once again.
Gong Jue sat against the wall, his nails leaving a mark on the steel plate.
Upon closer inspection, there were already 30 marks on the steel plate.
30 days.
