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Chapter 568 On the other side of SunCity - In the place where Harold had been left behind with the men involved in his dealings . The concrete room felt far quieter after the iron door slammed behind Cale and Chris . The floodlight hanging from the ceiling still burned harshly , casting hard shadows across the cold floor . The air was damp and heavy , thick with the lingering scent of dried blood and sweat . Harold was still strapped in a metal chair . " Damn it , " he muttered . His face was covered in bruises . The corner of his lip was split . Dried blood clung to his chin .

One eye had swollen nearly shut . Every breath sent a sharp ache through his ribs and down his back . But his gaze hadn't changed . Hard . Sharp . Unwilling to admit defeat . In the corner of the room , two guards stood at a distance . Unlike before , they were no longer on full alert . One leaned casually against the wall . The other stood with his arms folded , not even looking directly at the detainees . Several of the men being held with Harold exchanged glances . The tension that had weighed heavily over the room began to loosen . One of them let out a long breath .

" He's gone , " one of them whispered . Harold clicked his tongue softly . The small movement sent a pulse of pain across his face , but he didn't show it . " You all look like you've just seen a demon , " he rasped . " Why be afraid of one man? " No one answered . But the shift in the atmosphere was unmistakable . The suffocating fear that had filled the room earlier was slowly giving way to cautious alertness - mixed with something that almost felt like hope . Several minutes passed . No one came .

There was no interrogation from the guards , no more beatings meant to force information out of them . No heavy footsteps echoing back and forth through the corridor . Then one of the guards walked over . He loosened the restraints on one of the detainees . Without a word , he did the same for the others . Including Harold . The bindings around his wrists fell away . Pain flared immediately as he tried to move his hands . His skin was raw . His muscles are stiff . Still , Harold slowly curled his fingers into a fist . His eyes swept across the room .

" Don't think you're safe , " the guard warned , his face expressionless but his eyes sharp as they locked onto Harold . He grabbed Harold's face roughly for a moment - then let go . +25 Bonus The guards moved away again . One of them even sat down on a folding chair near the door , his head lowered as he stared at his phone . No one was watching them directly anymore . And as the minutes passed , the guards seemed to grow even more distant from the room where they were being held . What confused them the most - every one of Cale's detainees - was that no one stood on the exit path .

It was as if they were being given a chance to walk out . Their restraints had been removed . What did this mean ? Harold was the first to read the situation . Slowly , he pushed himself to his feet . The moment his body lifted from the metal chair , pain struck him without mercy . His knees nearly gave out . The muscles in his thighs trembled violently , as if they could no longer support his weight . He held his breath , jaw tightening , forcing himself to remain upright even as his vision dimmed for a few seconds .

The pain spread from his raw wrists up to his shoulders , then crashed into his bruised ribs . Every breath felt like a blade pressing from the inside . His chest burned - tight , heavy , hot . But Harold didn't sit back down . He straightened his back little by little . His movements were stiff and restrained but driven by sheer will . One hand pressed against his side , trying to dull the pain in his ribs before he forced himself to take a step forward . The first step felt heavy . His foot touched the floor carefully , as if each contact might trigger a new wave of pain .

His knee wobbled . His body pitched forward slightly , nearly losing balance . He clenched his teeth , refusing to fall . No one stopped him . He took a short breath and stepped again . The second step hurt even more . His back tightened . The muscles in his legs trembled under the strain . Every movement made the bruises across his body throb - especially along his face and ribs . The dried blood at the corner of his mouth stung again as he tightened his jaw . Still , the guards did nothing . Harold began to move faster , though his steps remained unsteady .

His shoulders slanted slightly , his breathing uneven . Every two steps , he had to pause for a brief second , fighting the sharp pain stabbing through his chest . Behind him , several of the other men began to follow . Their eyes were wide . Their breathing was ragged , their bodies still aching - but they kept moving . " We can get out , " one of them whispered , his voice trembling between hope and fear . Harold glanced back quickly . His face was battered , but his eyes had come alive again sharp , burning with conviction .

" If you want to live , don't stand there like idiots , " he said quietly but firmly . " This is our chance . " He turned forward again . The door was only a few meters away . But to Harold , the distance felt endless . Each step toward it was a battle against his own body . His legs grew heavier . His breaths came shorter . Waves of 47 dizziness flickered through him , making his vision tremble . At one point , the tip of his shoe caught on an uneven patch of floor . He stumbled , nearly falling , but his hand shot out to the wall beside him , holding himself upright .

His breathing became more erratic . But he kept moving . The cold concrete wall became his brief support . Harold closed his eyes for a moment , drew in a shallow breath , then forced himself to move again . One step . Then another . No guards came forward to stop them . The closer he got to the door , the faster he tried to move or at least , he pushed himself to move faster , even though his body was already at its limit . Comments Support +2 Share 3/3 admin