A few police cars had been driving on the road for over an hour, having already turned from the highway onto a road paved with yellow sand. Around them were plains and villages, but not far away, there was a small hill.
Though called a small hill, it could hardly be considered a mountain. Seen from afar, it was merely an earthen mound, less than two hundred meters high. However, the surroundings were exceedingly desolate. Only when getting closer would one discover that there were actually buildings on this mound.
This is where the so-called King Yan Prison is located.
The police cars had already approached, arriving at the foot of the hill. The tall iron gate opened, numerous guards stood there armed with guns, and only after the police cars drove in did it close tightly.
Starting from the entrance, a barbed wire fence five meters high extended to both sides, enclosing the entire hill as well as part of the adjacent empty land.
