King Of The Street
The prison door opened, and in walked a man in fine clothes and dark glasses. Accompanied by none, he strolled towards the last end of the prison walkway. There was only one person in that cell at the farthest end.

"You finally come to visit". Andre coughed as the man stood before his cell, staring down at him while he sat as a monk would, anticipating the fellow's next actions.

A guard came from nowhere and unlocked the door. Then this fellow entered, and assumes a similar posture with Andre as he finds a seat right in front of him.

"It has been a long time," the fellow began. "Everyone thinks you are dead".

Andre sighs after staring for a while without nothing to say.

"After all these years, it baffles me how you found me here either."

"I have reliable sources, with advanced technology".

"Whatever", Andre said. "Did you bring anything with you?"

"Prisoners aren't allowed to drink."

Andre nodded slowly at this statement, staring into the eyes of the person.

"Except you are not a priso
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