In a prison in Manchester, a man wearing a trench coat stood inside a cell, facing a young man dressed in prison garb.
"Nek, join us and help overthrow the rule of this evil tyrant," Ice King said coldly.
"Join you? I'm sorry, I'm not interested," the young man said with a smile.
"Not interested? Then why did you kill so many high-ranking officials? You must have seen their evil side just like I did," Ice King said excitedly.
"Evil side? I'm sorry, you misunderstood. The reason I killed them is because murder brings me pleasure," the young man laughed maniacally.
"You..." Ice King sighed and turned to leave the cell.
At that moment, a middle-aged man at the opposite cell crawled to the doorway, excitedly watching Ice King.
"You must be here to rescue me. Hurry, let me out," Wadi called out excitedly.
"Rescue you?" Ice King's mouth curled into a cold smile, and he suddenly reached through the bars and grasped Wadi's throat.