Chapter 244 Prison Storm (IV)

• In the prison bathhouse, a hundred naked men showered. The steady drip of water couldn’t drown out the moans from a dozen pairs fooling around in the steam.
• Lewis Snow frowned and stepped into the cramped, hundred-square-meter bathhouse. He hadn’t wanted to come, but Henry told him he’d arranged a meeting with Red Arfay, so Lewis showed up.
• In the corner, Lewis saw a white old man with cloudy eyes and a mop of blond curls. He was short and stick-thin, looking frail. A long scar slashed across his face, ruining what should have been kind features and turning them grim and creepy.