"The task from above has come down."
The basketball game on the prison playground was in full swing, with prisoners hoarsely cheering or cursing their bets. Colin sat on a bench next to the fence, watching the distant game and casually talking to himself. At the other end of the bench, Beilu was buried in a book under the warm winter sun.
"What's the plan?" Beilu's voice was flat, cold, without a hint of emotion. The brown-skinned Gabonese had been in this prison for six years, and for him, the only meaning of life was to complete the ultimate task.
And this task had finally been assigned.
"There are two tasks. First, to take out that fat guy named Zhang Yuan. Second, during the fighting tournament, create a riot in the cell blocks based on specific instructions at that time." Colin lowered his head, constantly running his fingers through his brown hair, trying to smooth out a rebellious curl.
