Chapter 1967 How Do You Wish to Die?

However, there was not a living soul in sight when he looked around the cell. He sighed in relief and was about to get back to sleep. Suddenly, he heard the sound of metal scraping and the door creaked open slowly.  

The next moment, a figure strode into the room. Mardon woke up with a start. To be honest, the figure wasn't in a haste, but for some inexplicable reason, he seemed to be gliding towards him like a gust of wind.

"It's you... It's you, you b*stard!" Mardon recognized the intruder in dim light. The man in front of him was none other than Jacob.  

He had never seen Jacob before, but Hanse had given him a photo of him. However, Pheobe's death a few days ago had made the headlines and things had been going out of his control ever since. Hence, he had yet to lift his hand against Jacob. 

Mardon should be glad. If he had laid a finger upon Jacob, Jacob would have made sure that he was the first to meet his end.