The alarm in the prison blared, and the warning broadcasted, all the inmates retreated, but Luo Zheng didn't go back immediately. Instead, he grabbed another strong man who had been beaten to death at the doorway and threw him down into the courtyard. He flipped off someone hiding upstairs with a disdainful sneer, causing an uproar. Only then did he slowly return to his own cell. Soon, the surroundings regained their quiet, as if nothing had happened.
In a concealed spot upstairs was an observation room where the warden watched this scene coldly and in silence. After a while, without saying anything, he turned and left. Making his way through several corridors, he reached his office, locked the door behind him, and sat down on the leather sofa. He turned to look at the middle-aged man sitting leisurely to one side, sipping tea, his expression turning cold and discontent. He snapped, "Old friend, you've brought me a big problem. You saw the surveillance just now, didn't you?"
