Chang Wei delivered his opening remarks while a few of his trusted prison guards quickly pulled out their electric batons, turning them to the maximum setting.

The crackling sparks reminded the prisoners involuntarily of the charred corpse from earlier, sending a shiver down their spines.

"You might not be very familiar with the rules of Prison No. 2."

Chang Wei's voice was cold and arrogant,

"To put it bluntly, in Zone A, only if I acknowledge your existence, you bunch of garbage discarded by society, do you have the right to continue wasting air and survive. If I deem you dead, then even if you're still breathing, you'll just be pushed into the incinerator."

"You've already seen the sights of the incinerator with your own eyes, haven't you?"

The prisoners held their breath nervously, feeling a chilling sensation shoot up their spines as they faced the twisted smile of the Prison Chief.

Chang Wei was satisfied with the fearful reactions of the prisoners, his voice carrying an undeniable authority as he continued his threat:

"Remember this, if you want to survive in Zone A, never challenge my patience, and never defy my will."

The prisoners exchanged glances, each seeing the terror on the other's face.

Chen Ya pretended to be as panicked as the other prisoners on the surface, but his gaze was like a probe, meticulously observing Chang Wei's every move.

In his heart, he pondered silently: "Could this guy be my rumored [Online]? Such an arrogant, evil face certainly fits the style of some within the organization."

Chang Wei noted the prisoners' submissive demeanor and felt very pleased.

He slowly retracted his fierce smile, his expression becoming calm as he picked up a photocopied photo from the table and gently handed it to those present.

"You don't have to be so afraid, I'm not planning to burn you to death. I called you here today just to hope that in the next week, you can complete a small task for me."

His voice turned unusually sinister: "It's a very simple task. In a few days, a new prison guard named Feng Mu will be joining Zone A. I hope by then you'll follow my instructions, just like this, and like this…"

Chang Wei gesticulated as he spoke, as if rehearsing a meticulously planned drama.

"Does everyone understand?"

Chang Wei continued, seemingly unconcerned about anyone leaking information or refusing.

He said: "As long as this task is done, I guarantee that no one in Zone A can harm you in the future, but if you don't do well, huh… let the incinerator start preheating."

The first sentence was directed at the prisoners, while the latter was spoken into the intercom.

Chen Ya took the photo, and upon seeing the face in the photo, a thought involuntarily popped into his mind: "Or could this new prison guard be my [Online]?"

Chen Ya glanced at the photo in his hand, then looked at Chang Wei in front of him, and was the first to raise his voice:

"As a member of Zone A, obeying the Prison Chief's tasks is my duty to reform, and I am willing to follow your arrangements, never letting you down."

Seeing Chen Ya take a stand, the other prisoners could only grit their teeth and comply.

"I agree too…"

"I will obey the orders…"

"I will act according to your instructions…"

Chang Wei's mood seemed to brighten at once, though he felt powerless and helpless towards the world beyond the high walls of the prison, within this enclosed ecosystem surrounded by high walls, in Zone A of No. 1 Prison, he remained the undisputed ruler.

Here, he could manipulate the prisoners' fates, control their life and death, and this absolute sense of mastery was more intoxicating than any alcohol, effectively diluting the various vexed emotions accumulating in his heart.

His eyes softened a bit, and a satisfied and smug expression appeared on his face as his lips curled into a smile.

He pointed to Chen Ya, the first to respond, and said to the nearby prison guard: "Put these few in the same cell, and let him be the cell boss."

Chen Ya's lips curled slightly; he liked being the cell boss, not out of a desire for power, but because deep down, he pursued responsibility, enjoying the feeling of bearing more crucial duties and roles in organizational activities.

Just like in his grade A small team, he strove for the position of captain, and in the prison, he wanted to be the cell boss, it was the same kind of pursuit.

Because, in an ignorant world, wearing a layer of "official body," speaking logic and reason to others becomes more convincing.

In short, besides enjoying reasoning, Chen Ya also liked to progress.

…..

Night came precisely with the lights out in Upper City.

Li Bashan returned to the martial arts school and didn't need to ask to see that Hong Ya, yawning and looking tired and listless, had been "tormented" by the junior brother Feng Mu, even though Hong Ya had voluntarily sought Feng Mu for training.

Li Bashan took the food bucket heated by Hong Ya with care, opening the lid, he asked casually: "Old Eight practiced for another whole day?"

Hong Ya pouted slightly, her chest puffed out a bit, correcting him: "It wasn't just the junior brother, I was practicing with him all day."

Hearing this, Li Bashan unconsciously slowed his eating movements.

He never inquired about his junior brothers' or sisters' training progress since his own training path differed from theirs, and even knowing their progress, he couldn't offer any help.

Yet today, he suddenly spoke up, asking in a muffled voice: "Hong Ya, what stage have you reached in your [Blood and Flesh Initial Solution True Skill] training?"

Hong Ya counted on her fingers and replied: "I just entered the Fourth State last month, and I'm almost catching up with Fourth Brother. Master said I have a small talent for the sect's evil skills, though I can't compare to Junior Brother."

Li Bashan nodded, then buried his head and focused on his meal without saying anything more.

Everyone was accustomed to the fact that the senior brother, with his slower mind, sometimes asked random questions without follow-up, and Hong Ya didn't think much of it.

Li Bashan suddenly and seriously advised: "Since you've decided to train with the junior brother, you must persist."

Hong Ya paused, not expecting to see such seriousness in her senior brother's eyes, she replied: "Of course, for the sake of my senior sister's dignity, I won't let myself be easily left behind by him."

Li Bashan finished licking the rice grains in the bucket, then took out the prison's employment notice from his pocket and handed it to Hong Ya: "Take this to the junior brother later, and tell him to report to the prison with me early tomorrow morning."

Hong Ya took the notice and bounced away.

Li Bashan placed his large hand on her head, affectionately rubbing it, and said in his muffled voice: "Even in prison, with his dedication to training, Junior Brother will undoubtedly seize every spare moment to advance his training."

"Hong Ya, while you're in the martial arts school, don't slack off, or else…"

Hong Ya's expression changed slightly, pushing away his hand in annoyance, and after adjusting her tousled bun, she said solemnly:

"Senior Brother, you're right, I won't slack off, um, my computer is broken and my senior brothers and sisters won't lend me theirs, so I can only focus unequivocally on training."

Li Bashan's expression became slightly stiff, not fully understanding the logic in Hong Ya's words, but he heard the firm determination in her voice.

Li Bashan, in his muffled voice: "Good!"

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