Jiangcheng, the No. 1 Felon prison.
On a September day, the rain was like an endless gray thread, shrouding the ten-meter-high electrified high wall of the entire prison in a chilling atmosphere.
The three-ton thick steel door made a heart-wrenching mechanical roar and slowly retreated to both sides. A deep passage was exposed in front of the rain curtain.
Lin Ye stood in the shadow of the passage, wearing a coarse cloth prison uniform that had been washed white. He did not step forward in a hurry, but raised his head slightly and looked at the gray sky outside the door, his eyes as calm as a dry well.
"Mr. Lin..."
A hoarse, even somewhat suppressed and trembling voice came from behind.
The warden of Jiangcheng Prison, an iron-blooded butcher with two ferocious scars on his face who had made countless vicious people frightened, was hunched over like a new intern at the workplace. He held a small ebony box in his hands and handed it to Lin Ye's side.
