As a relatively normal person, Ross couldn't help but feel fear in the face of these deranged monsters.

In Darvaza Prison, he wasn't the strongest fighter, nor was he sufficiently vicious to make people wary of him. He had only been able to survive to this point thanks to his street smarts and a healthy dose of luck.

In this situation, Ross forced himself to calm down and weigh up his options.

Due to the fight that had just taken place between the two factions earlier, there was no one else around in the showers, so no one would see what he was going to say and do next.

"Of course I want an opportunity to live. Please don't kill me." In the face of other inmates, he had to maintain a strong and unyielding facade, but seeing as there was no one around, he was more than willing to beg for his life. "I can be very helpful...