"Oh?" Jiang Wang asked casually, "Who else have you crossed paths with?"
"No one you would know even if I told you," Lian Heng replied, seemingly unwilling to chat further, dismissively waving his hand.
Jiang Wang also fell silent.
The two of them proceeded, one behind the other, through the streets and alleys, quickly arriving at the tallest building in the city—a seven-story tower.
A black vertical plaque was suspended in the center of the main door, with only a single white character: "Prison."
The stark contrast of colors made the character stand out even more.
The character was like a shackle, like a lock, exuding a stringent, restraining aura.
Arriving at this tower, one couldn't help but hold their breath.
"We're here." Lian Heng stopped and said, "The person you want to see is inside."
A maid inside gestured for Jiang Wang to come in.
The whole process was very straightforward without any complicated etiquette.
Jiang Wang stepped inside.
