Chang Wei stared for several seconds, swiped open the security gate, and walked into Zone A, warning ominously:

"I'll be watching you all the time. You'd better not make any mistakes in your work, or I'll kick you out of the prison without hesitation."

Feng Mu followed into Zone A, his eyes taking in a circular corridor.

The circular corridor was spacious and tall, divided into three levels, with eerie white lights embedded in the walls, illuminating the floor to a spotless shine.

On each side of the corridor were densely packed cells, one after another, like cold stone coffins embedded in the walls.

The cell doors were made of iron, cold and sturdy. Through the small windows in the doors, one could vaguely see the simple beds and necessary living items inside.

These cells were tightly connected, with high-voltage electricity coursing through the floor, securely locking down every prisoner's body and soul.

Feng Mu straightened his back and loudly expressed his determination to Chang Wei: "Yes, District Chief Chang, I will not let you down."

On the second level of the corridor, inside cell 211, Chen Ya was pressed against the cold iron bars, his gaze peering calmly through the electrified grid at the new prison guard.

Feng Mu seemed to feel the probing gaze, his eyes steady, unobtrusively glancing over.

Chen Ya's eyebrows slightly lifted, he pondered silently: "Is this the prison guard the district chief wants us to get rid of?"

Feng Mu's gaze was like a bottomless deep pool, silently greeting:

"My squad leader of the A-level tactical team, indeed, this prison is the stage I built for you, hope you'll like it, hehe—"

Wang Jiao slowly walked to the window, his throat lightly rolling, swallowing a gulp, then turning to the head inmate, he asked in a lowered voice:

"Head inmate, is that prison guard the one in the photo?"

Chen Ya nodded slightly, his expression a bit peculiar: "Hmm, he's a bit more handsome than in the photo, the angle of his jaw has widened by 3 degrees, his cheekbones are a bit fuller, strange, did he undergo subtle plastic surgery after the photo?"

"Huh?" Wang Jiao was stunned.

Chen Ya chuckled: "No problem, it should be him."

Wang Jiao hesitated for a moment, his voice deep and cautious:

"Head inmate, are we really going to follow the district chief's orders? Killing a prison guard in the prison isn't a simple matter."

Chen Ya's gaze lingered on Wang Jiao's worried face for a moment, his tone serious:

"Hmm, in this Zone A, the district chief's orders are supreme. We won't go wrong following his instructions. Besides, he trusts me to be the head inmate, and we must uphold our credibility, fulfill our promises."

Wang Jiao looked at Chen Ya, seeming to feel that he didn't fully understand his concerns, and had to elaborate further:

"Head inmate, what I worry about is, once we deal with that prison guard, the district chief might turn against us, using us to take the blame, even treating us as scapegoats."

Chen Ya's expression remained calm, acknowledging that Wang Jiao's worries had merit. Why else would the district chief not act himself, but instead, create a situation for a group of new prisoners to cause trouble?

Being a logical mastermind, Chen Ya understood the intricacies, so he smiled at Wang Jiao:

"I understand, but as prisoners, we should complete the tasks assigned by the district chief, that is our duty."

"Afterward, if the district chief harbors any ill intents, then we'll reason with him, believe he'll come to his senses. Mm, don't worry too much, and don't think everyone is that bad."

Chen Ya paused, smiling as he concluded: "In the end, this world is still about reasoning."

Wang Jiao's mouth opened in a surprised "o" shape, as if he was hearing for the first time that the world could indeed abide by reason.

He felt a bitter sensation, for if it were truly so, why then would he suffer unjust grievances, to be framed and imprisoned here for further study?

Wang Jiao was unwilling to attack the prison guard, not out of moral compulsion, but because he didn't want to be a scapegoat once more, bearing the unbearable weight of blame.

Wang Jiao's gaze lingered on the head inmate's resolute face for a moment, then he couldn't help but recall the oppressive heat wave by the incinerator, his sweat gathering slowly on his brow.

He hesitated, finally speaking, his voice laced with an uncontrollable confusion:

"Head inmate, I don't quite understand, we are merely prisoners serving our sentences here, why do you always emphasize that completing the district chief's tasks is our duty?"

Chen Ya turned around, his gaze settling gently on Wang Jiao, while also sweeping over the other few prisoners he managed in the room, patiently explaining:

"Our prison handbook states that during their sentence, prisoners must not only undergo serious reform and education but also comply with the labor reform tasks arranged by the prison."

The prisoners exchanged glances, their eyes showing confusion and bewilderment.

Yet, Chen Ya appeared exceedingly patient, slowly walking to the bedside, retrieving that heavy "Prison Handbook" from under the pillow, swiftly flipping to the specified page, laying the handbook flat before the group.

Pointing out each word, his voice firm and powerful, filled with both encouragement and expectation, summarizing:

"To comply with labor reform and strive to become a new person, that's the duty of us as prisoners. Since we wear the prisoner's garb, we should live up to the responsibility it entails."

The prisoners widened their eyes, their gazes focusing collectively on the "Prison Handbook" they hadn't previously glanced at, their faces a tapestry of surprise and curiosity.

They looked at one another, struggling to believe the strange realization that, at that moment, they understood the head inmate wasn't spouting nonsense; Chen Ya's every word was supported by solid rationale.

But is everything really just about reading comprehension and reasoning?

.....

Feng Mu donned the pitch-black prison guard uniform, with a cold shimmering electric baton at his waist, standing before the mirror, scrutinizing his face.

What he saw was a face full of righteous vigor, firm-eyed, as a line of textual reminder slipped silently through his brow like a ghost.

[You have successfully infiltrated the official ranks, though currently, you are just a low-ranking prison guard. This small step carries an extraordinary symbolic meaning. Like a milestone in the long river of history, it heralds the unveiling of a new chapter in the story.]

[To put it in the language of destiny: the gears of destiny have quietly begun to turn.]

[Your Sin Index is quietly soaring!]

[Your Inheritance Level has already ascended to 10%, reaching a new milestone!]

[With the significant breakthrough of the Inheritance Level, you have unlocked a treasure chest…]

Feng Mu stood quietly before the cold mirror, a flash of disbelief in his eyes. This sudden surprise, like the unexpected blossoming of flowers in spring, was unexpected but violent.

"I've just arrived at the prison and haven't done anything, yet my Inheritance Level has already risen, so simple and easy?" he murmured to himself, his eyes sparkling brightly.

Feng Mu took a deep breath, the bones beneath his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably, as if seeking an outlet to express emotion.

In an instant, Feng Mu's entire face turned wickedly formidable, his mouth climbing into an exaggeratedly devilish curvature:

"So it seems, a villain must don an official guise to truly thrive, huh!"

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