A bowl of white rice covered in juicy pork was placed in front of Xu Chengfeng.

Apart from this bowl of rice with meat and vegetables that still released wisps of heat, there was also a plate of dried fish meat, a bowl of chinese cabbage, a plate of white tofu and a large bowl of white spirit.

After enduring many days of imprisonment, the current Xu Chengfeng already completely lacked his previous arrogance and bearing. His hair was tangled together, face and hands covered in filth, even more decrepit than a beggar. Right now, he was hiding in a corner, alarmed and panicking like a rat exposed on the street.

When the Warden Office caught on fire, he thought that someone came to save him, but even when the fire went out, no one brought him out, so all of his hopes led to disappointment and then slowly to despair.

He continuously cursed inwardly, cursing while feeling fear and bewilderment. He smelled the fragrance of the food. When the old guard Xiao Chuan who was in charge of the Warden Office turned around to leave this prison, he finally couldn’t hold himself back anymore, shouting at Xiao Chuan’s rear figure, “The outside is...