Upon hearing that, James cracked his neck and said with a casual smile, "I see. In that case, leave it to me."
Of course, Hugo and Atlas had no objections.
Maxwell also nodded.
The three of them sat down calmly to eat.
As Martin got closer and closer, more and more prisoners swarmed over, gradually forming a circle around them.
Things like that happened almost every day. The surrounding guards turned a blind eye and did not intend to intervene.
The prisoners who were locked up in Devil Island had no chance of leaving. They were sentenced to death. They formed gangs and fought with each other. In the process, countless people were beaten to death.
If they were to do a proper count, they would find countless skeletons lying in the sea under the prison.
Martin walked to their table. He first glanced at Maxwell, then shifted his gaze to James and began speaking fluently in a foreign language.