A goon asked in surprise, “Mr. Jaric, are you saying that Lugh Frankton could break through our trap?”

The others were just as shocked-even divine beings would have trouble freeing themselves from such a trap!

Was Frank really going to prove himself different?

Pax simply scowled in disgust. “Cut the crap and just watch.”

Meanwhile, Frank pulled out the crumpled pure gold hairpin out of the wall and returned it to Alda. “Sorry I broke it. I’ll buy you a new one when I get out.”

Alda quickly shook her head. “You don’t have to. It’s just… are you sure we can escape with this? Honestly, you shouldn’t waste your strength, or you won’t be able to enjoy me…”

While Frank smiled in wry amusement, the goons in the control room were fidgeting restlessly in anticipation.