Morning!
The atmosphere in Huang City Prison was quite strange, and the word "suppressed" was written across the faces of all the prisoners.
They knew something had happened in the prison cells last night.
It was serious.
Some people glanced sideways at the pillar, where a breakout fighter, his face swollen and unrecognizable, was hanging. Just looking at his injuries made one shudder.
Truly head-strong, daring to attempt a jailbreak, something they wouldn't even dare to imagine, let alone entertain the thought for a second.
Suddenly.
"The warden's here."
Clank!
Upon hearing the announcement, the prisoners all stood very serious and upright, making anyone who walked in exclaim, "What a fine group of folks, have they all been professionally trained?"
But upon deeper understanding, you'd realize there's nothing professional about it, all the excellence stems from having a good warden. When faced with a good warden, all bad habits disappear.
