Qian Huan spoke with hidden sharpness, simultaneously hinting to Zhou Hu that in this prison, many people had already begun to align themselves with him, the prison chief.
Zhou Hu understood the implication, or rather the warning, in Qian Huan's words.
His face turned rigid, and many suspicious faces suddenly popped into his mind. He also suspected this might be the prison chief's bluff, a strategy to sow discord.
However, he couldn't help but start speculating and doubting.
The main issue was that Zhou Hu found it hard to grasp Qian Huan's style.
Initially, he thought the newly appointed prison chief was a cowardly, soft "second-generation official," but now it seemed the other party's actions were somewhat extremely dangerous.
Zhou Hu's gaze pierced through the bulletproof glass, falling on the seemingly relaxed prison chief handling official business, and a cloud of apprehension rose in his heart:
"Maybe it's not fear of death, but excessive caution?!!"
