Prison Guard Feng, don't suddenly stop talking. If you stop talking, we're really anxious!
A crowd of prisoners stared at Feng Mu, feeling as if their own bodies were merging with the fragmented corpse being pieced together in his hands.
Feng Mu also felt troubled inside. They all called him a good person, and he truly couldn't bear to speak hurtful truths.
"Prison Guard Feng, if you're not speaking, does that mean you agree?" a prisoner asked persistently.
Feng Mu glued the last piece together with adhesive before looking at the questioning prisoner, whose face looked even paler than the corpse in his hands.
Reluctantly, he consoled, "Don't be afraid, you might not die so soon. It still depends on how much balance is left in your accounts."
Feng Mu paused and asked, "So, do you have much money left in your prison account?"
The prisoner stiffly shook his head.
