A group of people in tattered gray clothes, their hands and feet bound in shackles.
Their heads were covered with cloth, their faces hidden from view. Before they even arrived, a rotten stench assaulted them.
"Ugh..."
Huo Ling'er covered her mouth and hid behind Shen Qian.
Zhou Xiaoguang and the others did not look much better, but none of them stepped back for the sake of pride.
"Prisoners?"
Shen Qian's eyesight had improved considerably. At a glance, he made out the remaining words on the prisoners' chests: "XX Third Prison."
"Exactly thirteen... Could it be?"
Zheng Shaoyang swallowed, his face turning pale.
Though their faces were covered, the aura surrounding these people made them seem anything but harmless. An indescribable sense of danger also seemed to be brewing in the air.
If he had experienced a life-or-death battle, he would have known that it was called killing intent.
The others were not fools either. They quickly realized that the fact there were exactly thirteen prisoners was probably no coincidence.
"No wonder they called to count heads today..." Shen Qian muttered.
Thanks to the system, Shen Qian's practical combat experience was rare for someone his age. He was probably the only person present whose face had not changed, whose heart had not skipped a beat. Even Zhou Xiaoguang looked somewhat unnatural now.
Shen Qian even felt an eager urge stirring within him, though he could not explain why.
"Kids, we meet again... Confucius said, 'Is it not a pleasure to practice what one has learned from time to time?' You've had nearly two weeks to get used to things. Today, we'll play for real."
Chen Feng and the displeased Zhao Hanhai stepped aside, while Liu Changqing came forward and spoke.
"All thirteen of these prisoners are serious criminals I personally selected