The Prison Director's eyes flickered with a sharp gleam, fixating on Li Fei, "Are you 027?"
"Director, sir, may I ask if you're shortsighted?" Li Fei pointed at the number printed on his prison uniform, "Do you need a pair of glasses?"
Upon hearing this, the crowd started sweating bullets; this newcomer was too brazen, daring to speak to the Prison Director with such an attitude.
This kid's a goner!
The Prison Director indeed grew angry, and with a fierce swing, he brought his baton crashing down directly onto Li Fei's head. Onlookers gasped, and even the prison guards couldn't bear to watch.
But all that was heard was a loud thud, and after the muted noise, Li Fei surprisingly stood unharmed in place, with no blood on his head nor any swelling.
People couldn't help but gawk, especially the Prison Director, who couldn't believe his own eyes.
