As the lights turned on, everyone sat up.
Ling Zhenfei was a bit dazed. So many people living in one room, it was incredible. When he was young, Zhenfei stayed in a school dormitory, where over twenty people lived in bunk beds, but the number of people here was just excessive.
The two people lying at the front also sat up. Both were bare-chested with tattoos covering their bodies—definitely not good company.
Another guy had not only tattoos but also a scar, looking even more menacing than the first.
"Adding two more people here, be careful not to fight."
The person ranked first said, "Brother Zhang, what's the situation? Isn't it said that a cell holds at most thirty people? Adding these two makes thirty-one. Can we even fit?"
The prison guard glanced at the person and said, "Old Zhu, why so much talk? Whether you can fit or not isn't up to you, is it?"
