"Dirk Carter!?"
Hearing this name, Barron Zechariah was indeed quite shocked.
He took several minutes to calm down.
Suddenly, his eyes became moist.
He murmured, "Dirk Carter, it's actually Dirk Carter. My daughter is saved, my daughter is saved... I regret it so much, I really regret it..."
Enduring endless torment, he hadn't cried in such a destitute state.
Upon hearing Dirk Carter's name, he couldn't stop sobbing.
With a clang.
The iron door of the cell was suddenly opened.
A young correctional officer rushed in, holding an electric baton, pointing at the group who was beating people and shouting, "Stop, what are you doing?"
Seeing everyone halt.
No. 8747 staggered out like seeing a savior.
Pointing at the group, he shouted, "They are Draven's men, they are Draven's men..."
The officer heard this and became furious.
He scolded, "All of you, stand against the wall properly."
"I told you to stand against the wall properly, didn't you hear?"
