Huai Shi opened his eyes and saw the snow-white ceiling, steel bars, the IV drip beside him, and the steel anklet on his foot.
It was obvious that he was lying in a prison.
To be precise, he was in a detention room of the Special Affairs Department. No one was pointing rifles or cannons at him, and they hadn't even restricted his Soul Ability.
No, the current Director Fu probably wished I would quietly escape prison, right?
Then he could shoot me with gusto for five full minutes…
He slowly moved his hands and feet, feeling his body's weakness and hunger.
"How long have I slept?"
"Two days," the Teenage Girl sitting in a wheelchair outside the cell, reading a book, replied without lifting her head.
"Oh."
Huai Shi nodded slowly, yawned, and propped himself up from the bed. Having finally woken up after a long sleep, he felt an indescribable fatigue and sleepiness. He was still groggy.
