In here, you get all sorts of monsters and demons, nothing surprising about it.
He began to wander and pray for his uncertain fate.
"Thud!"
The iron door was shut again.
Alright then.
At least he's not alone.
But Zhang Zhongquan probably isn't someone who fears loneliness; or rather, in such an environment, he would rather be alone. But this isn't a hotel; whether he gets to enjoy "single room" treatment is not up to him.
He continued pacing back and forth, with a panicked expression, acting all suspicious, without any intention of greeting his new cellmate.
He was impolite, not very hospitable, but the other guy was quite enthusiastic and started talking to him upon entering.
"Buddy, what got you in here? Stealing, or molesting a chick? Those are small crimes; no need to be so scared, nothing worth tensing about."
Stealing?
Molesting?
Even among crimes, there's a hierarchy.
And from these words, you could tell the other person's first impression of him.
