Night, Mang Mountain Special Prison.
Xie Qilin sat in the cell.
The entire cell was transparent.
There were guards at the door, watching closely even when he went to the bathroom.
The crimes he committed cost him all his freedom.
Xie Qilin was still wearing that bright red wedding robe, sitting on the bed.
His eyes were gloomy, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Zheng Qian and Xie Jianguo were locked up in the Security Bureau prison, Hua Luo in the special prison.
Those involved in the assassination of Elder He were not having a good time.
However, none of that matters anymore.
Xie Qilin stood up and walked to the specially made glass door:
"Can I have a pen?"
The guards immediately stared at Xie Qilin with vigilance:
"Step back!"
Under everyone's gaze, Xie Qilin bit his fingertip, and blood dripped down.
One of the guards pointed at Xie Qilin, angrily rebuking:
"What are you doing!"
