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"In the dimly lit room, the sound of footsteps could be heard, echoing in the narrow hallway. Only dim lights illuminated each step until the footsteps stopped in front of the iron bars. Folding his arms, he gazed at the middle-aged man sitting silently in the dark room, pulling the corner of his lips before walking closer as the face became visible.

"So, you finally end up behind these iron bars," he said, making the middle-aged man turn and look at him sharply.

"You should have joined me in here," he said, making the other person chuckle.

"Come on, I'm not in cahoots with you. I just provided the information you needed. Haven't I been kind enough, and foolishly so are you? You never used my assistance as evidence. So you can't drag me in there with you, can you?" he said, eventually prompting the man to get up and approach him. Gripping the iron bars, he glared at Jacob angrily.

"Damn it, Jacob! You lured me into attacking that scoundrel. You said his power would never be the same a