Once upon a time, Jiangnan City Prison was known as one of the top ten most heavily guarded prisons in Longyan Country.
However, that was all in the past. Now, this prison held no such grand title, nor did it pretend to be.
It was old, utilitarian, and worked with a single philosophy in practice: control over the prisoners.
The thick concrete walls ringed the compound, patched and repainted over the years.
Barbed wire ran along the top, with some sections newer than others, suggesting constant repairs rather than upgraded security.
Cameras were mounted over the walls, though a few showed signs of age.
Armed guards were visible at regular intervals, alert at all times.
'It's enough to keep ordinary people in line.'
That was Ye Chen's thought as he walked through the gates with his hands cuffed, escorted by several guards.
"So," Li Qiang said lazily, glancing sideways, "this is our Jiangnan City Prison. Not quite what you imagined, huh?"
Ye Chen didn't respond.
