"Roar! Roar! Roar!" The prisoners were roaring in a frenzy, uniform as if rehearsed, their bellows reverberating around, stirring a fiery passion within, none of those imprisoned here were the timid type, and they forced the three police officers to move up the staircase, some even viciously banging against the iron-cast walls, shoving the officers. The prisoners had been suppressed for too long, and now it all burst out. If they weren't truly vile criminals, they would have killed the officers already—the situation had spiraled out of control.
Luo Zheng was relieved to see that the crowd still exercised some restraint—at least they hadn't disbanded and could be directed and commanded efficiently. He stealthily exhaled when he saw the three officers trembling as they marched upward and glanced at Jeff, who understood and ordered two men to follow behind them. Hiding behind the officers, they bore guns and vigilantly moved forward.
