Arriving in southern Xinjiang, a remote small county near a mountainous area, Qin Tian did not immediately go to the Second Prison.
After some inquiring, I got the information about Abin.
Unfortunately, his blind mother passed away long ago due to excessive grief after Abin was sentenced.
Qin Tian found her grave among the pine forests on the hillside. It was a small mound surrounded by overgrown weeds.
He took matters into his own hands and cleared the weeds. Then, he ordered people to build the tomb and erect a monument with the words "Mother of Abin" engraved on it.
Tie Ningshuang was a little confused and said: "That Abin, I don't know if he is the person we are looking for."
"Is it necessary for you to do this now?"
Qin Tian said seriously: "Whether he is the person we are looking for or not, he deserves my respect, Qin Tian, for his filial piety and the bloody spirit that many people in our country have long lacked."
Tie Ningshuang stuck out her tongue and hurriedly went to pick a bouquet of flowers nearby and placed them in front of the grave.
He clasped his hands together and prayed: "The lady inside, my name is Tie Ningshuang. Although we have never met, you are worthy of my respect, Tie Ningshuang, for giving birth to such a good boy like Abin."
"Abin, we will take good care of you. May you rest in peace."
After finishing, he looked at Qin Tian: "Can you, the young master of 'Heavenly Punishment', enter the second prison?"
"Severe criminals are usually under strict supervision."
Qin Tian smiled and said, "I can't, but you can."
"Me?" Tie Ningshuang was puzzled.
Qin Tian walked down the mountain and said, "Your grandfather was able to intercede for Abin back then, which shows that he still has some connections here."
"Although the old general has retired, he should have many disciples."
"Don't tell me that you, the eldest daughter of the Tie family, can't use your disciples."
Tie Ningshuang couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Qin Tianqin asked her to follow him, and she was a little happy at first. It turned out that he just regarded her as a pass.
However, she did not dare to neglect, made a few phone calls in a hurry, got the pass, and successfully met Abin.
In a quarry behind the prison, a shirtless boy was beating stones alone in the corner.
With a tiger's back and a monkey's waist, sweat was flowing on his dark skin.
Although he was alone, the gravel he knocked down next to him was more than the several people next to him put together.
He seemed unaware of fatigue.
A pair of eyes that are dead and focused.
A few old prisoners acted cunningly and quietly moved away the rocks behind Abin, treating them as the fruits of their labor, without Abin even realizing it.
"This is too bullying!" Standing behind the iron net, seeing this scene, Tie Ningshuang couldn't help but complain.
The prison guard next to him smiled and said, "Abin has long been used to it."
"Although those old fritters are sneaking around, they are also kind to A Bin. All the food they can't eat is given to A Bin."
"Young people grow taller and never seem to have enough to eat."
Qin Tian smiled and said: "So, Abin's popularity here is quite good?"
The prison guard smiled and said: "What's the use of being popular? People who are sentenced to life imprisonment cannot leave here in their lives. Many things have long been taken lightly."
"Don't take too long, I'll go look elsewhere."
After the prison guard left, a small door opened inside the barbed wire fence and a group of people walked in.
The first one had a hideous scar on his face.
Seeing him, the old prisoners hurriedly ran away. It was obvious that they were very afraid of Scar and others.
Tie Ningshuang couldn't help but frown: "They seem to be here to deal with Abin."
"I'll call the prison guard."
Qin Tian smiled and said, "Don't worry. Take a look first."
I saw Scar and others surrounding Abin.
"Boy, I heard that you are the boss of District Three, and now our boss of District Four, Brother Dao, wants to negotiate with you."
"Brother Dao said that you from the third district should obey the orders of the fourth district from now on."
"Based on head count, each person will give us a pack of cigarettes every month."
"Do you have any comments?"
Abin continued to swing the pickaxe and ignored it.
"If you don't say anything, I'll treat you as if you agreed."
"Brothers, put away the cigarettes." Scar ordered, and his men rushed towards the old prisoners in the third area.