The moment the iron door closed heavily behind them, the blinding sunlight was so fierce it made their eyes sting. Tang Ling held up an outstretched hand to shield his face, the golden threads of light leaking between his fingers dancing across his tanned skin.
Chen Qing took a deep, greedy breath of air, his throat filled with the scorched, sweet scent of asphalt baking in the sun.
"How does prison food taste?" Zhong Shou leaned against the door of the Maybach, his mirrored sunglasses reflecting their startled expressions.
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