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Edited by Dymens
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It was around 7 PM when Xuan Mu drove with Bing Shi toward the prison. His jet-black car upon the road passed through green lights up ahead like an arrow, blending with the wind, becoming a part of the air itself.
"When did you become a shareholder of private prisons?" Bing Shi looked around the luxurious red interior, "I wondered why you liked cars like this so much, now I know why."
"I know the CEO, who makes a profit out of locking people up," Xuan Mu spoke as he drove, "Private prisons are a lucrative investment. I got some connections in the government by innovating them." He chuckled, "Yeah, they are a piece of art. The sound they make is like music to the ears; you can't stop smiling."
