“Greetings, Mr. Wyot.”

Wyot ignored the bodyguards kneeling on the ground. He opened the restriction seal and entered the prison.

The prison was underground. He walked toward the depth along the passageway. It was a winding passageway. The bottom of the passageway could not be seen.

Soon, Wyot arrived at the depth of the underground.

There was a prison cell in the depth. It was dark and humid, and in it was a lady sitting cross-legged.

The lady looked disheveled, but she was still beautiful