Suddenly.
A survivor ran in.
"Han... Brother Han, that guy isn't in his room."
Clang!
Everyone stood up, with very grave expressions.
Wang Han waved his hand, "Find him for me."
...
Sun Neng looked at the people imprisoned in each cell, his face showing great surprise, clearly not expecting that people were being held here.
And they looked very haggard.
Some lay shivering on the hard iron bunks, as if they were sick.
Others curled up in corners, their eyes filled with despair as they gazed at the iron bars.
The arrival of Sun Neng didn't attract the attention of the people here; to them, already confined, there was not much left to care about.
Sun Neng walked and looked around until he passed by a cell and saw a middle-aged man who looked somewhat reliable, despite appearing disheveled.
But in his eyes shone the light of rebellion.
"How did you get locked up here?" Sun Neng asked.
The middle-aged man looked up at Sun Neng, said nothing, and maintained his demeanor.
