After Zhang Chen realized that Bai Ziling's life was not in danger, he relaxed. Given Bai Ziling's status and standing in Magic City, if even she could be in danger, then ordinary people might as well stop living.
Zhang Chen hired a carriage and rode toward the prison, mulling over his plans for the future.
Zhang Chen made his way to the prison. This time, he received no special treatment. He was locked up like an ordinary prisoner, though no one made things difficult for him either.
"Prisoner 5527, here is your certificate. In seven days, a train will depart for the northern lands. Someone will escort you there then. Is there anything you need to say? The prison can pass it along for you." A minor official came before Zhang Chen, handed him a document, and asked.
Zhang Chen shook his head. "No."
"Your luggage needs to be inspected." The guard fixed his eyes on Zhang Chen's bundle.
Zhang Chen nodded, opened the bundle, and allowed the guard to inspect it.
As for money, jewelry, gold, silver, and such, he had long since secretly instructed the Five Ghosts to bury them outside the prison. He knew these prison people well. If they found money in his bundle, he would inevitably be subjected to "beating out money."
So-called beating out money was not like sending money to a bank card in later generations. It meant exactly what it sounded like—torturing and beating you until you agreed to hand over money.
Since ancient times, prisons had always been lucrative posts. To control a prison was to control a treasury.
The minor official searched through Zhang Chen's bundle but found no money, ration coupons, or anything valuable. He could not help frowning. "Didn't your family send you any money? How will you