Sitting by the car window, Dong Xu was absentmindedly feeling the cold metal segments of the nine-section whip coiled around his waist, the sensation somewhat unfamiliar.
Lately, he preferred holding a file and planer, immersing himself in woodworking inside the prison area.
I have to admit, he had quite the talent for it and was recognized as the best woodworking-skilled prisoner in their section.
In the last inmate labor excellence evaluation, he just won a rare little red flower for a skillfully crafted mortise and tenon small wooden box.
He was close to being promoted to the leader of the woodworking group—in the hierarchy of Second Prison, this was no small "rank."
He could manage 20 group members under him, wielding more real power than his own squad leader.
Even Captain Chen Ya could barely manage the four of them, having just recently learned to enjoy the fun of management.
