"Hiss..."
At that moment, everyone in that stretch of desert, Prison Officers and prisoners alike, sucked in a breath of disbelief.
Yi Tao was scared witless. He kept tugging at Ning Que's clothes, urging him to apologize to the Prison Officer.
Yet Ning Que seemed not to notice and stood calmly before the Prison Officer.
In the sunlight, he wore a smile.
The Prison Officer finally recovered. He first gave Ning Que a startled look, then his eyes turned vicious and cruel.
"Well, brat, I've seen prisoners talk back to Prison Officers, but never one who dared spout such wild boasts!"
"Now you have, haven't you?"
Ning Que remained relaxed.
"Hiss..."
Another wave of sharp intakes of breath followed.
In the distance, Qin Qisha watched in astonishment. Then a grin suddenly spread across his hideous face, covered in brands of the word "kill."
"This brat's interesting. If he survives, bring him to me!"
Qin Qisha appreciated people with courage.
Although this newcomer had talked back to Qin Qisha at first, he had now won his favor.
But first, he had to survive.
"Brat, tell me why the hell I would slap my own face?"
The Prison Officer did not believe him for a second and spoke with a savage grin.
Yi Tao was already trembling.
No matter where they were, as long as it was a prison, the Prison Officers held the power.
Above the Prison Officers stood the Warden.
How could they possibly slap themselves for a prisoner?
Impossible!
Yi Tao could practically see Ning Que being punished already...
Yet Ning Que still wore a smile. He glanced up at the scorching sun and sighed. "Ah, it's so hot. I really want some water..."
Those inexplicable words left everyone stunned.
The Prison Officer was no exception, but he soon