"Heh..." Jordan Thompson chuckled cynically, his face etched with a chilling smirk.
He narrowed his eyes, fiddled with the metal rod in his hand, and eyed the man in front of him with amusement.
"I am indeed here to let you out."
Upon hearing these words, Williams Charlie couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile, quickly leaning in towards Jordan. His hands reached out to steady Jordan's foot as his trembling voice piped up.
"Is Mr. Thompson really going to release me?"
"Hmm." Jordan grunted in a low voice, his tone slightly gentler now, causing Charlie to second guess himself. He pinched his arm in a daze, fearing that what Jordan had just said was merely a dream to him.
"However..." Jordan's voice trailed off, appearing contemplative as a brow furrowed in deep thought.
"What?" For a moment, Charlie became anxious. His eyes, bloodshot, fixated on Jordan, fearing that he might change his mind. He eagerly looked up at Jordan.