Listening to the faint sounds of the riot coming from the prison cells, Bruce smiled slightly. By the time he strode into the central control room of the Observation Tower, his face was already expressionless.
"At this moment, there's a riot in the prison, Warden William, I think you owe me an explanation!" Bruce furiously threw the gloves in his hand onto the information control panel, looking extremely angry and accusatory.
Sixty-something-year-old Warden William, who had worked at Abnosk for twenty years, was at a loss due to the sudden riot in the prison cells. He couldn't believe that after issuing strict orders and threatening to kill on the spot, these prisoners still dared to cause trouble! If such an incident occurred under James's watchful eye, and he didn't handle it well, he would be finished! He didn't dare to look at Bruce; instead, he grabbed the communicator in a panic and shouted angrily, "Emergency assembly! All guards immediately get your weapons and assemble!"
