Dustin didn’t resist as he was dragged into the car. He was blindfolded, and a hood was ced over his


    head to ensure he couldn’t see anything.


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    That was the start of a long, shaky drive.


    Dustin could tell that they had driven out of the city, so these enforcers were definitely not from the


    investigation bureau.


    After some time, when Dustin began to feel sleepy, the car finally stopped. The doors opened, and the


    metallic stench of blood pierced his nose. He could also smell the disgusting scent of rotting flesh.


    “Where are we, sir?” Dustin asked curiously.


    “Shut your mouth and get in!” The man beside him snapped as he dragged Dustin forward.


    They passed through several checkpoints and heavy iron gates before riding an elevator that kept


    going deeper underground.


    After a while, the elevator came to a halt with a ng. Different noises instantly surrounded Dustin-


    cries, wails, shouts, andughter. There was also a nasty, damp stench.


    The man took the hood off Dustin’s head, and Dustin finally realized that they were in an underground


    prison.


    In the center was a long, dark corridor that seemed to go on forever. Rows of prison cells lined both


    sides, each packed with dozens of people.


    Some were cursing or ring at him menacingly, while others were begging for mercy. There were


    even some who began to cackle hysterically when they saw Dustin.


    “Move it!”


    The man pushed Dustin forward. They walked passed a few cells before stopping in front of the cell at


    the corner. When the metal gates opened, dozens of cold, ruthless res shot toward him.


    “Get in.” Two officers pushed him into the cell and swiftly left after locking the doors.


    “Hey, kid. What trouble did you get into to end up here?” A bald, muscr man suddenly asked.


    “I kil led someone,” Dustin answered straightforwardly.


    “How many?” The other man questioned again.


    “One.”


    “Why did you kil l that person?”


    “And why do you need to know that?”


    “Cut the cr ap and answer the goddamn question!”


    “Fine. The guy I k illed was a rapist. He k illed my brother-inw, so I threw him off a building,” Dustin


    exined.


    “Really?” The bald man stared intensely at Dustin before he burst outughing. “Well done. You did the


    right thing!”


    “What?” Dustin was taken aback by the bald man’s response. He assumed that the bald man was


    going to beat him up.