Wang Yonglong's eye sockets split open, blood gushed from his mouth, and his back slid down the wall, collapsing powerlessly to the ground.
Zhou Yang bent down, grabbing the other's ankle, and like a butcher on a rainy night, dragged the body to the distant slaughterhouse.
Passing by cell after cell.
His heavy footsteps reached the ears of all the sleeping prisoners.
Clang!
Prisoners in cell after cell rose from their beds.
Wearing only underwear, they stood straight and in rows.
"Good evening, Warden."
"Thank you for your hard work, Warden."
Those imprisoned here had all killed someone, some even more than one, and there were quite a few Awakeners among them.
But now...
Hearing the footsteps, they scrambled out of bed in fear.
This was enough to show how much esteem Warden Zhou Yang held in their hearts.
"Sleep."
Zhou Yang said.
"Yes, Warden."
Not a sound could be heard.
