Michael asked in surprise," What happened to Simon? f he's in bad shape, I doubt a 'family meal' will help much."

"It's a long story," Bane replied with a sigh. "Just hurry and send it over. If you don't, Simon might die!"

Michael chuckled. "Sounds to me like he's more likely to 'die happy' after he's done with that meal. Don't worry, I'll arrange it right away—premium service just for you!"

Half an hour later, the "family meal" arrived. The delivery included five women, two of which were foreigners, speaking with an accent that butchered the local language. Simon eagerly grabbed the two ladies and dashed to the room, ready to feast.

Bane smirked and called out, "You three, go in as well."

With five women in total, Bane figured it would be enough for Simon to relieve the dangerous buildup in his body. As long as he released himself, Simon's life could be saved.

Soon, loud thumping sounds and muffled commotion echoed from inside the room. Bane remained expressionless, quietl