"Please proceed this way." Chu Yang said as he led Tie Butian's group towards the prison. After Cheng Zi Ang opened the door, only Chu Yang, Tie Butian and the other two people walked in. Everyone else remained outside.
It was completely different from the usual prison cell which was dark and damp. This place was dry and clean. In a corner, Tang Xin Sheng was chained to a steel pole with a width as large as a person's waist. The moment he saw Chu Yang, he smiled unexpectedly…
Being tied up in such a manner was not any less comfortable compared to lying in his bed at home. The appearance of Tie Butian instantaneously caused Tang Xin Sheng to move back into the character of a handsome thirty-year-old scholar.
Tie Butian clasped his hands behind his back and slowly began to walk up. His eyes continually held a cold stare at Tang Xin Sheng without even blinking.