"Clang!"
A small rectangular window appeared ahead, slightly smaller than the one used for serving food but much higher. A rough voice rang out from outside, "Get up, stick your hands out through here." It was spoken in a universal language. Following that, a baton-like stick tapped impatiently against the little rectangular opening.
Luo Zheng couldn't grasp the situation and remained motionless, glaring coldly at everything without making a sound. The person outside soon grew impatient and roared, "Hurry up, or else I'll put you in solitary for another week." The baton-like stick struck the window fiercely.
