Gangzi's firm assertion made Xiao Zheng suddenly think of something and look at him.
"I used to be an auto mechanic, and once when I was helping Huo Wenshan fix his car, I accidentally damaged one of its parts, so we had a falling out."
That's where the problem started.
And with this issue, what happened next was just as Xiao Zheng had suspected.
Huo Wenshan used his connections to easily frame Gangzi, getting him sent here.
"But if that's the case, you should hate him, so why are you helping him?" Xiao Zheng asked, finding this the strangest aspect.
"Yes, I really do hate him, but more than that, I want to get out of here. This place feels like Hell. Staying here every day is too painful." Gangzi said, frustratedly scratching his head.
"Go on," Xiao Zheng nodded.
The terror of prison is not just about the lack of freedom. In fact, for some who have committed heinous crimes, freedom or not doesn't really matter.
The true horror of this place lies in its environment.
