In the prison, Carson Flores wasn't the only one locked up; there were more than a dozen people.
These people were all dressed as Sea God Sect disciples, their eyes all falling in unison on Carson.
"Brother, what are you in for?"
Carson replied, "Went out to run some errands, got some benefits, and someone ratted me out."
"How long are you in for?"
"One year!"
The crowd withdrew their attention, as if suddenly losing interest in Carson.
Isn't taking benefits while doing outside work something everyone does?
This guy was just unlucky to get reported.
Clearly, this guy isn't someone impressive, has no background, otherwise, with a little activity, a year's sentence could be easily waived.
An ordinary small figure, nothing worth noting.
The cell was simple, neither made of special materials nor covered by a powerful formation, just a plain prison, yet everyone stayed inside the cell, not daring to step out of the wooden bars that a finger poke could break through.
