The door to the A-2 section opened.
Under the escort of guards, Lin Hai stepped in slowly, his gaze deep, his steps steady, silent, with only an occasional ripple in his eyes.
In those ripples, beauty was absent, leaving only a murderous intent.
However, as the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves, the murderous intent in his eyes flashed and disappeared, deeply suppressed.
Lin Hai was taken to a cell.
The people here seemed to exude a savage aura, clearly fugitives at a glance.
Each of their hands was stained with countless amounts of blood.
Lin Hai silently found a corner to sit down, mourning Wang Ergun in his heart.
The oppressive atmosphere seemed omnipresent.
These people didn't directly trouble Lin Hai.
Lin Hai found it slightly odd, as new arrivals would usually get picked on by the older inmates.
Moreover, people from the A-2 section definitely weren't benevolent believers.
