As Casare kicked the door of the home theater open, the lights lit up instantly.

Stepping on his military boots, he walked up to Amon step by step along the staircase.

He pressed the button of the front seat with his hand in a leather glove.

After the seat was slowly turned around, Casare sat down and looked up at Amon.

“You should have guessed it, it was all my setup that you were imprisoned.”

Amon withdrew his thoughts as he slowly raised his dull eyes and looked coldly at Casare. ...