The prison guard stopped in front of an iron door, took out the key and said, "Go in."
The iron door was opened, and a stronger stench hit his face.
Feng Tianyou frowned. The smell was like rotting meat mixed with urine.
He took two steps in, and the iron door behind him closed again.
There was a "click" and it was locked.
The cell was not big, with four double-decker iron beds placed against the wall.
There were already three prisoners lying on the bed, two in the lower bunk and one in the upper bunk.
As soon as Feng Tianyou stood firm, he heard a rough voice: "Hey, there's a new guy here."
The voice came from the upper bunk.
Feng Tianyou looked up.
A bald man sat on the edge of the upper bunk, shirtless and with a wolf head tattooed on his chest.
The wolf's mouth opened wide, its fangs glowing palely.
"My name is Zhang Biao, they all call me Mad Dog."
