Across from her through the screen, the door opened and the two guards who were frowning and trying their best to hold their breaths came out. They were holding a thin and dirty grey-haired man.
Instantly, the smelly hall was filled with another pungent smell.
The visitors on Xiong Zhi's side frowned and took a look at the upcoming prisoner. Even the prisoners on the other side narrowed their eyes and moved away as much as they could from the newcomer.
The thin old man had very dirty and moldy clothes. His grey hair was covered with grime and were knotted together. If one looked closely, they were all knotted by unknown dark substances that had dried. His wrinkled yellow skin had some purple and green bruises.
His state was the worst among the prisoners here.
The gloomy eyes under the dirty hair looked around.
"Who is visiting me? Is it my daughter?" His hoarse voice cracked as they were filled with hope.
