lt;lt;lt;Out of Pris

A young man, in his twenties or thirties, handsome and tall, walked step by step toward the deepest part of the prison.,Finally, he stood before the obsidian gate, its metallic sheen glimmering in the dim light.,"Big boss, don't forget me. I have a private airport in France, two golf courses in Spain, and three armories in Italy...I'm not using them anyway, maybe you can take over when the time comes."。