At the entrance of the Ma City First Detention Center, a young man in a worn white shirt stood there, looking around blankly.,Qin Lang looked at the two men with icy eyes. As a decisive Immortal Venerable from another world, Qin Lang's gaze sent chills down their spines.,At this moment, Ren Shangwu was also paying attention to Qin Lang, his nephew. He didn't know what had happened to Qin Lang during his two years in prison. How did he have such a vague and rebellious aura, making it impossible to guess。