When the criminals of Tian Xing city were brought to the police station, the prison cells they were sent to were arranged according to the severity of their crimes.
No. 1 was all sentenced to death, No. 2 was no worse, No. 3 was at least exiled, and No. 4 was long-term imprisonment ... And so on.
Cell nine was basically filled with troublemakers. Those who committed minor crimes would be released after a few days.
Xia qingchen came before cell nine. There was a large group of people locked inside, and their ages varied. There were old people and young people.
The youngest one was only ten years old.
A jailer was waiting at the side and handed him a document. "Vice-captain Xia, these are the prisoners we're going to interrogate."
Xia qingchen casually flipped through it. This time around, he was going to interrogate the eight newly-captured prisoners. The other seven were either petty thieves or women from good families.
