Spielberg originally thought he was done for.
His boss, Lord Vega, would surely bribe someone in the prison to make sure he was carried in upright and carried out horizontally.
However, what he didn't expect was that his coworkers hadn't abandoned him—they had gathered in a circle at the prison gate and even alarmed the Militia Group.
The prisoners inside were watching the excitement and whispering to each other curiously.
"By the Great Antler God... I've never seen such a scene before."
"What are they trying to do?"
"The best thing would be for a fight to break out!" said a desperado with blood on his hands as he excitedly clenched his fist, ready to take the chance to break out of prison.
Sitting in a corner, Spielberg coughed softly.
"There won't be a fight... there shouldn't be."
Everyone looked at him.
Spielberg felt scared and shrank back a little, speaking in a quiet voice.
