Wang Ergou had been in the dim Prison Cell for several months.
He could no longer tell day from night. All he did was sleep, and even when he could fill his stomach, it was only with spoiled rice. He couldn't see a single shred of hope.
Wang Ergou knew he was a dead man.
If it had been for petty theft, he would have been locked up for ten days or half a month at most. More serious offenders were sent to serve at the iron mines outside the city.
For someone like Wang Ergou, held indefinitely, there was usually only one outcome: being dragged out for public execution.
So he had long since given up, just waiting for his final meal to arrive.
But on this day, the sound of a club striking the bars rang out, and a Prison Guard shouted, "Wang Ergou, stop sleeping! Lord Li is here to see you."
Wang Ergou groggily opened his eyes and couldn't help but mutter a few words.
