October 21st, 3:00 PM, Tekla Prison.
In the plain and unadorned office, the Northwest Emperor picked up the old coffee cup and took a gentle sip. He looked at the person sitting across from him and asked, "I'll ask one last time, will you hand over this person or not?"
The Northwest Emperor's voice wasn't loud, but his sharp gaze carried an intimidating aura that sent chills down one's spine.
Sitting across from the Northwest Emperor, Jackie was not affected by his gaze in the slightest. She spoke up, "Mr. Schmidt, we have our own rules here at Tekla Prison. Surely, you must be aware of them, being in the position of the Northwest Emperor, right?"
"Are you lecturing me on rules? If your father were here, ask him if he dares to lecture me!" The Northwest Emperor put down his coffee cup and repeated, "So, are you going to hand it over or not?"