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At this moment, the test farm was loose on the outside and tight on the inside.
The night in the tropical seaside city was filled with oppressive heat, and from afar, one could hear the low conversation of Mexican guards, with a hint of murderous intent.
Xiao Jinlang, Chen Rui, and others had all their communication tools confiscated and were thrown into this so-called "private room"—a secret room formerly used by the Chris Clan to detain illegal immigrants.
The walls were mottled, emitting a faint musty smell. Apart from a rusty iron door, the room had only a few broken beds and a narrow bathroom that barely allowed one to turn around.
The lighting was dim, there were still some damp stains in the corners, and there were dark bloodstains on the sheets and walls, silently testifying to the despair once held here.
Time was sliced up mechanically and coldly.
