History's Strongest Prisoner

Flee!

Gasp!

Bain woke, panting heavily with vigilant eyes.

The room was still a mess, with the table flipped, books scattered, tools displaced, and everywhere looking like a wind storm had flown by.

Speaking of his body, he no longer felt any burning pains from before.

"I was right. Those pills did the trick." He murmured.

His muscles had recovered, and now, he was in his best state.

Thankfully, because he slept pre-battle, his body didn't feel like sleeping for long this time.

Looking at how high the sun was, as well as the shadow it casted on the objects outside the small square-shaped window, Bain knew he had slept for no more than 2 hours.

It should be 4:20 P.M by now.

'I must leave this place before someone discovers Ryu's disappearance.'

But first, he had to burn the place down.

Towards the door were 2 baskets of neatly cleaned clothes now scattered and pushed aside.

Bain's eyes lit up enthusiastically.

Perfect!

Bain quickly rummaged through the pile, setting his sights on the pair of