SECRETLY THE TRILLIONAIRE BOSS!

PRISON FIGHT!

Byron's hair became wet due to the heavy rain. The inmates' noise became louder and louder as they clapped and hit their feet on the floor.

Their clothes were wet but that didn't stop them from shouting.

Suddenly, two men were pushed into the circle. The small guy had a look of fear as he tried to escape but his opponent pulled him close, lifted him and shoved him on the cold, wet ground.

“Yahhhh.” The crowd jubilated, raising their hands in support.

It felt like a usual thing to everyone except Byron who had only been to a normal prison where peace was the number one rule and the cops disliked violence.

They heard the sound of a bell and immediately, the two men who were in the circle alone with Byron started their fight.

“It's not your turn yet, fish… move aside so their blood doesn't stain you.” The black man from earlier said from the top, where he was still getting his massage though, he was enjoying the fight. Of course he would, he was the one behind every fight.