Snowfield Province, Qinsidun City—the underground prison beneath the city-state was rarely seen in its true form.
The prisoners they had captured and brought to the prison earlier had not had the slightest chance of seeing sunlight again before their reform was complete.
As the number of criminals captured in Snowfield Province had continued to increase recently, both the prison's security and facilities had been constantly expanded. Moreover, thanks to its strong revenue, it had received quite a bit of investment. At this rate of development, it might even be listed on the capital's stock exchange next year.
On the lowest level of the prison, a spacious stone platform extended outward. Tall stone walls surrounded it, creating a semi-open space. Dim lamps stood around the perimeter, casting faint halos that flickered across the stone walls, while shifting shadows added a touch of mystery and chill to the place.
The prison guards stood around the platform. Every one of them was a carefully selected personal guard, and Xia Ya had absolute confidence in their loyalty and strength.
Anielo had been escorted all the way from Boen City to Qinsidun City. Even after reaching the underground prison, he was still under the control of the elite personal guards, with the same pitch-black sack over his head, unable to see anything around him.
As they went deeper, the air grew increasingly cold, mingling with the musty smell wafting from the chilly iron walls.
The sounds reaching his ears were deep dripping noises and distant wind. There were no shouts from other prisoners, as if this place were another forbidden zone cut off from the outside world.
At last, they stopped in front of a broad, frigid cell.
The equipment inside this solitary cell was quite unusual. Several thick iron chains hung from the center