Towards the Unbeatable
Act 72: Life Shackled
"Noeuukh ...."
"Well?!"
Danny wakes up in a prison cell, his bars are solid and not fit for anyone to pass, the floor is quite dirty, but this is better than sleeping outside there.
Pace ....
"Eh?"
Danny felt he was not alone there, there was someone who was also with him in the prison cell.
"You new here?"
Danny turned his head, "HUAAAA ...."
The large muscular man, Brock-like with a sinister countenance, shocked him from the darkness of the cell.
He realized at night, "You're okay? You fell asleep for quite a while" said the muscular, bare-chested man.
From the sidelines of the small ventilation windows the night wind blows little by little, here it is quite cold.
"Bmr ...."
Danny wrapped his hands around his own body, for some reason now he felt more sensitive in this body.
Because it was so dark, Danny was still struggling with the cold of the night, he had not yet realized anyone was talking to him at this time.
Bruk ....
The big muscular man gave Danny a cloth of clothes to cover him so as not to cool down, "This is for you."
Danny was a little surprised, and he immediately picked up the cloth, because it was big enough that he was sitting in a corner near the bars while wrapping it all over his body.
"Te .. thanks ...." Danny's speech stamped.
"Don't you think it's been here for years, maybe a little dirty, but it's better than you being cold" the man said.
"My name is Brock ...."
"?!"
Danny immediately remembered and spontaneously turned to the man who was beside him.
"!"
"Brock Lusnur more precisely ...." The man added.
Danny was surprised, he thought Brock used to fight with him in the city, this is where Danny saw the man's face, not similar to Brock, but this man's face looks no fiercer than Brock's.
"Oh, I'm Danny, thanks for your help Brock," Danny said.
The dim atmosphere in this cell made Danny feel a little uncomfortable, plus with insufficient cleanliness, it was natural because this was not a hotel that liked to be cleaned regularly.
The noise from the other cell adorned the night, as if everyone had their own business and it continued even at night.
"Don't you care about this noise Danny, it's getting used to this."
The man was wearing black shorts but looked ripped here and there, "You're not cold Brock?"
"uh? No, even when I wear too many clothes I'll feel angry."
Danny did not think why Brock is saying 'too many clothes' is indeed one top dress is too much for him?
Maybe because of his large body, it also has an effect on the current condition of his body's endurance, it is certain that he is a strong man in all circumstances.
"I'm .. always a failure." Brock looked at his own fist, a huge almost half the size of an adult's palm at times its current weight mass.
Simply put, such as twice the size of an adult's palm in general.
Danny wondered what made him say that he failed, what did he do?
"I failed to get out of here ...."
