If Kyson could truly outmatch Sonny in the near future, Nathan might reduce Kysonâs visits to N&L Fairy Land to avoid potential issues.
As Nathan pondered this, a message appeared on his phone.
He set down the cup, stood up, and adjusted his collar and clothes with meticulous care.
He exuded a noble air.
âIâm afraid it will take a while for Sonny to gather all the information.
I have to visit the prison.
Are you willing to come with me?â
Kysonâs countenance changed slightly.
Prisonâ¦
It was the place he despised the most.
During the six months he spent in a high-security prison, he felt like a zombie, enduring daily hell.
Unless absolutely necessary, he was very reluctant to go near any prison.
Seeing Kysonâs change of expression, Nathan raised an eyebrow and said, âLooks like youâre not up for it.
You can wait in the break room at the National Security Bureau.
Iâll fill you in when I get back.
If you get tired, feel free to return to your home.
â
Kyson stood up as well and replied, âItâs all in the past.
Everyone has a dark past.
Thereâs nothing Iâm afraid of now.
Iâm right behind you, Mr.
Payne.
â
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Nathan gave him an intrigued look and then walked out of the office.
Meanwhile, in the prison of Stastle, Mylo was jolted from his sleep by a blinding flashlight.
A prison guard barked, âNo.
5803, get dressed and come with me now.
â
Exhausted from the dayâs work, Mylo was reluctant but didnât dare resist.
He climbed out of bed as instructed and followed the guard.
It was very late at night.
The entire prison felt eerily quiet.
Mylo followed the guard, still half-asleep and unsure of what was happening.
âExcuse me, where are you taking me? What needs to be done that canât wait till morning?â he asked, his voice wavering.
Could it be that someone wanted to take his life to silence him?
After noticing Myloâs anxious expression, the prison guard chuckled and guessed he had misunderstood.
âDonât worry.
You wonât die tonight.
There is someone important who wants to see you.
â
Myloâs nerves went into overdrive.
Who would visit someone in jail in the dead of night? Who could it be?
He racked his brain, trying to make sense of it.
Any hint of sleepiness from a few minutes ago had vanished completely.
The heavy footfalls of the two reverberated down the dimly lit corridor as the prison guard withdrew a key from his pocket, inserting it into the lock of the secret visiting room.