"Loosen, loosen... let go..."
The middle-aged man with gray-white hair had an extremely flushed face, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat, as if he could run out of breath at any moment.
Chen Hao looked unimpressed, then slowly released his grip, saying, "Aren't you that so-called boss of the Supreme Gang? Why are you so weak?"
This gray-haired middle-aged man was none other than Old Cheng, the middleman in the prison who relayed tasks from the outside to those inside, usually expressionless, no different from an ordinary prisoner, and even very low-profile, never stirring up any trouble.
If it weren't for Baldie telling him that this guy was a middleman, passing tasks to those inside, he probably wouldn't even spare him a second glance!
