Slightly plump and dressed in a short-sleeved shirt with a collar that was all the rage a decade ago, if he had a bunch of keys hanging from his belt, he would look like any middle-aged man you could find on the street at random.
Through the prison door, hundreds of inmates dressed in prison uniforms could be seen standing in neat, uniform rows.
The very moment the man took one step out of the prison, every single inmate bowed simultaneously to see him off in respectful silence.
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