Chapter 175 Stealing The Knife

I close my eyes. I feel the small tumblers inside the locking mechanism. I press down. I twist. The pin bends against the iron. I adjust my grip. I ignore the throbbing pain in my fractured rib. I ignore the swelling on my cheek. I focus on the lock.

A click echoes in the small box.

The cuff sprin...

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