After a moment, seeing that Fang Yue and the other man weren't taking the hint, the prison guard grew bored.
He muttered a few curses and left.
Fang Yue watched the Prison Guard leave with a smug look, sneering inwardly.
'These prison guards think they hold the power of life and death, but they don't realize they're just small fries. They aren't even pawns in this game.'
He turned to look at Zhao Qian, whose face had turned livid. He was clearly seething with rage.
He knew Zhao was a man of spirit and couldn't stand such humiliation, so he patted him gently on the shoulder, signaling for him to be patient.
"Zhao, there's no need to lower yourself to his level."
Fang Yue said calmly, "They're smug now only because we've temporarily fallen into their hands. It won't be too late to settle the score with them once we're out of here."
Zhao Qian's anger subsided slightly after hearing Fang Yue's words.
He nodded, showing he understood.
