Jiang Xinghai followed Tan Yuan to the entrance of a basement. The air was thick with darkness and damp, creating a sense of oppression and unease.
He cautiously followed behind Tan Yuan, descending the stairs step by step into the depths below.
Walking ahead, Tan Yuan opened the great door to the prison, and Jiang Xinghai saw the scene within.
Under the dim, yellow light, a huge space was revealed. Countless iron chains dangled from above, each shackling a prisoner. They looked incredibly weak, and some were already dead.
Seeing all this, Jiang Xinghai felt a pain as if his heart were being stabbed.
'Are my parents among them?'
He fought the urge to rush forward and examine each prisoner's face, desperate to find a familiar figure, but he managed to hold himself back.
"Do you find my methods a bit cruel?"
