At the entrance of the Ma City First Detention Center, a young man in a worn white shirt stood there, looking around blankly.,In his previous life, he had been heartbroken and indifferent to the man's actions. This life, Qin Lang was unwilling to endure it any longer!,Then the triangular-eyed doctor was about to say something else, but a voice cut him off sharply: “Go get a box of silver needles!”。