Chapter 340 Tension!
Prison Island:
Coming through the entrance of a rowdy jail as thugs, murders and other cast aways make evil noise of carnage.
Poised as he always is, his red ruby eyes gazing straight at his path, Vice says nothing as he begins to step forth into the incarcerated facility.
Shushing up as all the men watch Vice with paled faces, understanding the shear authority that he embodies without even releasing any gunergy in any way.
Seeming to glide with every non rushed step as Vice doesn't even once look at the swarm of people around him, focused on his quest as not a soul dares to say or confront him, reaching the energy he's been feeling since arriving at the prison.
Stopped in a darkened room with only one light shinning as he has entered the space of the large man that summoned him, emitting sound from his throat, Vice states with tension in his tone, I'm here Zorga. So let's begin this discussion.
Sitting in a Kingly concrete chair, rising from his bootleg throne, Zorga just stares at the harden gunman.
End of Chapter 340