"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.
"Solitary?" Luo Zheng's tiger-like eyes sharpened, and he had a vague understanding; he was indeed in a solitary confinent cell. However, why would Song Yan have a solitary cell? The window was too small to see the outside clearly, so Luo Zheng stared intently at the light coming through the window. Having not seen light for so long, it felt very dear to him. Knowing he was still alive gave him a solid feeling.
"Hurry up," the person outside urged again, knocking the baton-like stick against the window forcefully.
Luo Zheng remained still despite the urging. With food and drink provided, it was the perfect opportunity to recover from his injuries. As for the loneliness of the darkness, he could endure. In the face of survival, everything else beca unimportant. By this ti, Luo Zheng's eyes had adjusted to the light from outside, and he could faintly see soone peering through the window.
"Eh?" Luo Zheng was surprised to discover that the person was wearing a police uniform and cap, displaying the emblem of Sam Country. He was shocked. Could it be that he was in a prison in Sam Country? He quickly ca to terms with it. Song Yan's cruise ship was registered in Sam Country, so it was definitely within the realm of possibility for Song Yan to have so clout there and arrange for Luo Zheng to be imprisoned.
Thinking this, Luo Zheng beca sowhat intrigued. If he was indeed in a prison, he could find a way to get the ssage out or find another way to escape. However, Song Yan wasn't foolish, so why would he put Luo Zheng in prison? Luo Zheng couldn't quite understand the key point and naturally wouldn't act rashly.
Just then, Luo Zheng heard the sound of keys unlocking the door and had a stroke of inspiration. He quickly lay down on the ground, playing dead, holding his breath to cause his brain to beco oxygen-deprived. His face turned red, and his body temperature rose as if he had a fever. Soon, the door opened, flooding the cell with light. Despite his curiosity, Luo Zheng kept his eyes closed, patiently waiting.
Before long, soone ca in to inspect and shouted to those outside, "This bastard has fainted. Arrange for him to be taken to the dical room imdiately. We can't let him die just like that."
"Understood," answered soone outside, and they began calling on the intercom.
Luo Zheng desperately wanted to open his eyes and look around, but considering his injuries had not fully healed and he wouldn't be able to escape, he endured, waiting patiently. The person who entered skilfully handcuffed his hands. Soon, a cart arrived, and Luo Zheng was lifted onto it and rushed forward.
On the way, Luo Zheng was eager to open his eyes and observe, but fearing to expose himself, he perked up his ears to listen intently. There weren't many sounds around him; it seed as though he was in a hallway, accompanied by five others. Luo Zheng continued to hold his breath. Long periods of general hypoxia for the brain, even though not imdiately life-threatening, could cause harm to health. Oxygen, like food and water, is a vital substance for tabolic activities. Luo Zheng was tough on himself but wouldn't go to extres. Feeling dizzy and consciousness scattering, he soon started to breathe.
Through a hazy fog, Luo Zheng felt himself co to a stop. People were talking nearby, and a needle was inserted into his body. Uncertain of what it was, he did not resist. Since the police officer had said they couldn't let him die, they wouldn't go to extres, and there was no need for an overreaction. It was better to understand the situation first.
Before long, the sounds around him diminished significantly. Luo Zheng lay quietly, feeling that the liquid injected into his body had invigorated his cells considerably, leading him to speculate it must be beneficial; this was a good sign. He didn't make any movents and continued to feign death while activating the family's Breathing Skill to heal.
About an hour later, the needles were removed from his body. Luo Zheng felt soone lift his eyelids and listen to his heartbeat for a while before saying, "Officer, according to the various indicators we've detected, this person's bodily functions aren't in any serious trouble, there's no threat to his life, please rest assured. However, this person is physically weak and malnourished; he still requires proper care." It was a woman's voice, she sounded around forty years old.
Upon hearing this, Luo Zheng imdiately felt at ease, continued to pretend to be unconscious and perked up his ears. At this mont, a middle-aged man's voice said, "Thank you. In that case, let him return to the cell."
"Yes, Officer," the woman did not object.
Then, soone ca running, pushing a cart forward. Along the way, Luo Zheng slowly opened his eyes slightly, squinting so subtly that it would be difficult to notice if one wasn't paying attention. Soon, Luo Zheng felt himself being pushed along a corridor. The corridor was narrow, with iron walls on both sides. Iron doors were automatically opened one after another, and the ceiling was filled with various surveillance caras.
"Hiss?" Luo Zheng couldn't understand what kind of place this was. It looked extrely solid; even the walls were made of iron casts. Each intersection was fitted with an iron door that could only be opened by calling the command center—a system operated by electronic locks with stringent security. After passing through several passageways, Luo Zheng felt himself entering a closed elevator that began descending at a slow pace.
With a beep, the elevator ca to a halt and the doors opened. The cart was wheeled out and continued forward. Luo Zheng saw small rooms on one side with walls entirely made of steel casting. The doors, too, were barred with steel columns as thick as an arm, densely arranged, making escape seemingly impossible. People imprisoned within each room looked ferocious and nacing, standing by the door with a fierce light shining in their eyes as if they were Fierce Beasts.
"It's indeed a prison," Luo Zheng observed briefly, then simply closed his eyes, thinking that since he had been confined here, he would have plenty of ti to understand the situation later. He began to reflect, wondering why Song Yan had locked him up in this place. Wasn't he afraid that Luo Zheng would escape?
However, recalling the steel-cast walls and the automated managent, Luo Zheng started to understand; with such a sturdy defense, this was no ordinary prison. The likelihood of escaping was very low; hence Song Yan was quite reassured to leave him here. Who could've imagined he would end up in a prison?
At this point, Luo Zheng had a faint idea of Song Yan's thinking: abandoning him in a prison would ensure that as long as he stayed alive, Lan Xue and the others, cautious of making a move, would be unable to act freely in retaliation. As long as Song Yan occasionally spread so information back, Lan Xue and others would be forced to endure. Given the strict security here, no ssage could be sent out, preventing Lan Xue and the others from covertly coming to the rescue. It seed he would have to rely entirely on himself.
"Quite a strategy," Luo Zheng inwardly praised Song Yan, who truly lived up to his reputation as a cunning fox. He had found a solution to deal with the hot potato that was Luo Zheng so swiftly; locking him up in this prison would prevent escape and keep the external parties in the dark, all while managing to ward off any backlash from Lan Xue. Indeed, a shrewd tactic.
But, just a re prison, could it really hold him captive? Luo Zheng sneered inwardly.
Recomnded is the fantasy masterpiece "Supre Shura" by the grand master author Begin With a Dream, brimming with passion yet imaginative. Those fond of fantasy genres can give it a look.
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