This is not a prison, but a supermarket outside of the prison.
What surprised Qian Jiangyue was that Fable's proficiency in using the skill just now didn't seem like it was newly acquired. It seemed that in this dream world, Fable had always been able to use skills freely.
"You guys..." A Sealion Beastman stood up from behind the counter, looking at the two with a face full of confusion.
Fable grasped the Lock Chain with his left hand, his brown eyes sweeping over Qian Jiangyue's burnt fur. Then, he lightly chuckled, "Weaker than I expected. Bold but not wise, so let's solve you here." After speaking, he reached into his trench coat's pocket with his right hand and took out a petite black hand gun.
Seeing this, Qian Jiangyue grabbed the Iron Chain with his right hand, the bone-piercing pain made him inhale sharply, but his hand actions did not hesitate, and his arm muscles contracted, pulling Fable towards him.
