"Everyone, stand up!"
The guard used a rubber baton to bang on each iron gate.
Lin Hai's cell was the basic type. Those with better accommodations, like Fatty Gao and Iron Hand, were more like small suites, with doorbells instead of banging.
"Quick, Brother Lin, we need to stand properly." Wang Ergun jumped down from the bed.
"What's going on?" Lin Hai asked curiously.
"Hehe, it's time for yard exercise and we can buy some snacks at the little supermarket as well." Wang Ergun showed a blissful expression; yard time was the happiest moment of his day.
During this period, he felt a relatively cheap sense of freedom.
The doors of each cell were opened, and the prisoners lined up to go outside.
The guards were not worried about the usual prisoners causing trouble. There were snipers stationed at various points, ready for action, and anyone who tried something would quickly be riddled with bullets.
