บท 202: Chapter 202 Huanhuan, you have been standing for a long time, let's go back.

Mo Shiqian squinted his eyes, his gaze falling upon the person in charge sent by the prison. A deeply mocking cold smile appeared on his lips, "Knife?"

In the deep cold of winter, the prison guard's forehead and back were both seeping layers of cold sweat under the intense gaze of this man, "Regarding the matter of the knife… we will definitely investigate thoroughly and give an explanation to the victim's family."

There's no question that knives are forbidden in the prison.

They simply should not be present.

If not for these lethal bladed weapons, whether it's beating, strangling, choking, or even slamming into a wall, with three people watching, it's hardly likely for Chi An to be killed by someone in the prison.

The presence of a knife capable of killing someone suggests either the "achievement" of the prison guards or their negligence.

Whichever it was, there was a fault with the prison.