chapter 380 A big prison has its own rules

On October 21st, at three o'clock in the afternoon, at Sky Sliver Prison. In the unpretentious office, Northwest Lord picked up his old tea cup, took a light sip, and looked at the person sitting opposite him, asking, "I'll ask one last time, this man, do we hand him over or not?" Northwest Lord's question was not loud, but his sharp gaze carried a chilling aura. The man sitting opposite Northwest Lord, Richardson, was not affected by Northwest Lord's gaze at all. He said, "Mr. Smith, Sky Sliver...