In this confined prison, the possibility of escaping was minuscule. Luo Zheng pondered for a long time to no avail, suddenly recalling what the madman had mentioned. The people detained here were not just Special Agents or soldiers, but also political prisoners. None of these types were simple, and from a certain perspective, they were not really prisoners, just people with different stances and viewpoints. Could he, for instance, be considered a prisoner?
Words from an old National Blade who had been here for thirty years were deeply trusted by Luo Zheng. So, what kind of prison was this exactly? Was it really built underground? Thinking of this, Luo Zheng's expression turned solemn, and a not-so-conventional idea came to his mind—to incite all the people here to riot, not just on his floor, but all the inmates within the prison.
