The cell door opened, and under the envious gazes of the many prisoners, Su Xiao walked out.
Several soldiers behind the warden stepped forward. They carried handcuffs, shackles, and other restraints, which clinked loudly as metal struck metal.
"Just make a show of it."
The warden tightened the clothing around his collar. Although his face was covered in scars and nearly disfigured, the black military uniform kept him from looking ferocious. Besides, in the Goya Alliance—a nation that revered the strong—the warden was clearly the type popular with women.
Hearing the warden's order, the soldiers found themselves in a difficult position. "Make a show of it" meant casually cuffing Su Xiao; there was no need to use the handcuffs and shackles forged from Wensluo Steel, which weighed a total of 168 kilograms.
However, Gakbak Prison had no such "toys." All its restraints were heavy-duty.
A young soldier with several pimples on his face removed the belt around his waist and, with professional skill, bound Su Xiao's wrists with it.
The warden glanced at the young soldier, a trace of satisfaction showing in his eyes.
Why had the warden done this? Was he simply expressing goodwill toward Su Xiao? No. He was preparing to give the people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs a "surprise"—or, more accurately, a shock.
"Move."
Several soldiers led the way, the warden walked in the middle, and Su Xiao followed behind them. Six soldiers brought up the rear in a triangular formation. No one had ordered them to do this; it was simply a habit shared by the soldiers and the warden. Being ready for battle at any moment had been carved into their bones.
They were currently on the third underground level of Gakbak Prison, which also had the strongest defenses. Someone inside might not