Under the coaxing of the mysterious voice, Yan Xiaobei agreed to the warden's terms.
In fact, this prison is indeed formidable. Without the warden's permission, the possibility of leaving is almost zero, so agreeing wasn't a loss.
Thus, under the escort of a group of guards, Yan Xiaobei was taken into a large workshop and entered the so-called Final Prison—it's a ten-square-meter circular platform, resembling the base of some object.
Apart from a single bed for resting, the circular platform was empty.
Under the escort of the guards, Yan Xiaobei stood at the very center of the circular platform.
After the guards withdrew, a series of lasers shot out around the platform, converging at a point above Yan Xiaobei's head, forming a large birdcage.
Yan Xiaobei was the bird in the cage.
"Is this the so-called Final Prison?" Yan Xiaobei curiously glanced around, feeling the formidable power from the laser cage.
