Under the watchful eyes of Guards A and B, several cells were granted the privilege to step outside for some fresh air.
Seeing the fortunate few being allowed to leave their cells, envy and jealousy filled the faces of the remaining slaves. They also yearned for a chance to breathe outside air. In their desperate lives, even a few seconds outside the cell would be a form of rebirth.
The frail young man and Dick blended into the crowd, slowly walking toward the exit.
Dick wore a bitter expression as he muttered, "Bro, these two guards are not playing by the rules. What's the use of the key now?"
"Don't worry, observe and adapt," the frail young man responded without showing any panic.
The group of slaves was led to a relatively spacious area. It was actually a cramped cave, but for those long-trapped within cells, it was akin to heaven.