Chapter 113
A year ago, within the borders of the lost city, known back then as the slavers colony, comprised full of enslaved servants while riches and plunders done by the criminally insane are held high as truth and justice remains as only a lesson within the past. As a small automobile heads towards the entrance to the Slavers Colony, it is blocked by guards who patrol down the border constantly in turns. "Stop right there." said the guard as he approaches towards him and bids by the driver who opens his window, revealing to be Jason, whom now wears a spectacle and a half grown beard. "State your name." asked the guard as Jason gives it a thought to speak out, but eases up as he hands over his identification card to him which he checks. "Stripe Menzie? what kind of name is that?" asked the
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