This was a scruffy middle-aged man with many whiskers on his face.
Although he was also bald, it wasn't hard to see that he seemed to be more popular here.
Lin Yifan quietly walked towards a prisoner and asked softly, "Hey! Who's that middle-aged man sitting under the tree? Why doesn't he have to work?"
"He's our boss here. He has connections. No one dares to mess with him."
"How does he manage that?" Lin Yifan asked curiously.
"To those below him, he uses fists to conquer them; to those above, like the prison guards, he has his released underlings bribe them. So, unless it's the leadership, he usually doesn't have to work." The prisoner answered.
"I see!" Lin Yifan finally understood why the middle-aged man enjoyed such privileges.
"How long has he been in prison?" Lin Yifan continued to inquire.
"I don't know. Anyway, when I came to prison, he was already here."
"How long have you been here then?"
