The lights in the prison were always a glaring white, illuminating every corner so that not a speck of dust could be seen, as if this were the brightest place in the world, where the lights would never go out, and darkness would never take root.
Screams of agony echoed through the corridor at intervals, sounding even more piercing than the day before, leaving Feng Mu feeling uneasy.
"Can you bring the money by tomorrow? I'll give you one last chance. Gather your thoughts and answer me again."
"No money, you should know what it means to have no money in the Second Prison, right?"
The electric baton crackled loudly as it swung hard, like the dice of destiny, landing randomly on the heads of prisoners.
Bones cracked, blood splattered, and the rich smell of blood turned the entire prison into a slaughterhouse.
Some of the livestock were beaten severely and lay wailing on the ground; some were beaten to death, their bodies taken away to be incinerated.
