Another morning arrived.
The black wind Mountain Bandit who was sleeping in the prison opened his eyes from the heated brick bed and lazily stretched his body.
The brigands in the room looked at each other and saw the satisfaction on each other's faces. They knew that everyone had the same feeling.
Sleeping in this prison cell was really f * cking comfortable.
Although they robbed and robbed, they did not lack money, but their days were very rough.
He could eat wine and meat on a normal day, but his cooking skills were average. He didn't lack a place to sleep, but he definitely couldn't be considered comfortable.
Never in his dreams did he expect to experience such comfort in prison.
However, if they had a choice, the bandits still wanted to be free. It was too uncomfortable to be locked up in prison, and they would always let their thoughts run wild when they were free.
It didn't take long before he heard footsteps.
