Inside the room, loud snoring ensued.
Wang Chen was not surprised.
After half a month together, he had come to understand Dan Lingfeng's nature.
This old prison guard couldn't be called a bad person, but he was cunning and slick with first-rate tricks, addicted to alcohol and gambling. Apart from not touching women, there was almost nothing else praiseworthy about him.
However, the heartfelt words he had just expressed refreshed Wang Chen's view of this greasy old veteran.
It was probably an instance of a conscience not yet completely eroded.
He quietly left and returned to his own quarters.
Every prison guard stationed in the dungeon had a residence, and although the room Wang Chen was assigned to was small, it was fully equipped. It had all the necessary facilities and furniture for daily use—everything that should be there was there.
And it was decorated quite comfortably.
But don't think that it was some cozy little nest!
