History's Strongest Prisoner

Tick-Tock: Time Is Running Out!

The world was never fair and equal from the start. Slow were the bottom feeders and above stops those meant to trample on them.

In an enormous space filled with old-fashioned computers and equipment, several people punched their keyboards tirelessly.

Some were dogs and others

"Ma'am." An expressionless scar-face man spoke. "I think you should take a look at this."

"Oh?"

Madam Sure, who was on her way to see one of the big bosses in another room, moved her enticing across to the scar-face man on with interest.

"What's got you so hot and bothered?" Tightening her red long, sharp nails on his chin, she narrowed her gaze dangerously. "It better be good."

The man didn't flinch, showing that those who could have stations on this floor weren't your ordinary sort of people. "Forgive me for my insolence, ma'am, but someone has activated the signal."

"So what? Don't you know the protocol to follow if a guest does that?"

"Yes, I do. However, this situation is different. The button was indeed