Zhang Dadan gradually got neglected by Dian Ling, becoming a well-known but powerless little prison guard. Meanwhile, Daxia's position slowly elevated. Although not officially recognized by the state, in a hellhole like prison, having the warden's appointment suffices; everything else is just talk. Daxia was pretty content with this. Every day, he roamed the prison with a bunch of underlings, and as the New Year approached, it was said that a batch of New Year goods would arrive soon. So, this bunch of guys just spent their days waiting for those goods to arrive.
In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve. There was no news from Haozi, and Yan hadn't returned to Jianghuai City. Inside the prison, it was very quiet. After the various units went on vacation, the number of people in the gambling den expanded geometrically. The cash flow also doubled, which made Feng Zhixiao extremely excited.
