The underground space where Long Aotian was imprisoned was fifty meters below ground, which is equivalent to the height of a sixteen-story building. The numbers on the elevator continued to leap and change, and as Long Aotian watched these numbers, his breathing became heavier and heavier.
"Can't you be less tense? Who the hell do you want to kill? Can you act a bit more natural?"
Jiang Xiaobai, who was covered entirely by a white cloth, could feel Long Aotian's tension, with his heavy and erratic breath sounding like a broken bellows.
Long Aotian quickly took several deep breaths to regulate his breathing. The elevator would not rise directly to the ground surface but would stop at the second basement level. This meant that if Jiang Xiaobai and Long Aotian wanted to escape the prison, they would still need to take down the guards on two more levels.
