C962 Death Is Not the End

In the middle of the night, the city's hubbub gradually receded.

In a particular prison, Lee Dali could not fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned. In his mind, he couldn't stop thinking about what the police had said.

Turning his body towards the wall, Lee Dali felt regret for the first time. An unprecedented regret. One time, he went to jail because he was selling guns