Crack!—A crisp sound echoed next to Feng Mu's ear, as if an ancient bronze treasure chest was violently pried open, revealing secrets long sealed away.

[Congratulations! You've received the following generous rewards:

1. Special Skill Point *1, to enhance your abilities.

2. Genetic Needle D-level, containing evolutionary Strength, awaiting your activation.

3. Equipment slot unlocked, with an attached C-level lottery ticket.

4. You have acquired...]

Bam—

The door of the changing room was abruptly pushed open, and Tian Tao's burly figure appeared in sight.

His brows were furrowed, his expression somewhat impatient, and his voice slightly rough: "You're being so slow, even changing clothes takes this long. You shouldn't be in Prison No. 2; you should transfer to Prison No. 6 instead."

Zone 9 has nine large prisons in total, among which Prison No. 6 is a women's prison.

Interrupted during the reception of his reward, Feng Mu gently turned his head, his gaze landing on Tian Tao, the captain of District A in Prison Area 1.

A faint apologetic smile appeared on his face, and his voice was gentle and humble: "Sorry, Captain, I accidentally took some extra time adjusting my belt."

District A is divided into three levels according to corridor layers, each patrolled and managed by a team of Prison Guards, and each level is equipped with a captain.

Feng Mu was assigned to the second level, and at this moment, standing before him was his direct superior, Captain Tian Tao, who was also a trusted aide of Sub-Area Chief Chang Wei.

Tian Tao snorted disdainfully, his short and sturdy frame, like an agitated young bull, turned and slammed the door open again.

Simultaneously, his tone was extremely impatient: "Follow me, I'll walk you through the work process once. You'd better carve all this into your brain at once."

"Why does it feel like all the leaders in this prison are so hot-tempered? You should all transfer collectively to Prison No. 6 to cool off."

Following closely behind, Feng Mu gently closed the door, thinking to himself with kindness,

"Well, it's the same with me here, I'll just have to put in a bit more effort and help you vent all your anger, won't I?"

Feng Mu was a helpful person, and as he looked at Tian Tao's back, he felt no anger, but rather "affection" filled his eyes, as if looking at a solid moving package of upgrade experience.

"Oh right, I just put on the most ordinary Prison Guard uniform, and my Inheritance Level moved. And above me, there are captains, sub-area chiefs, Prison Chiefs, and Wardens... In the future, won't my Inheritance Level rise steadily, increasing constantly?!!"

It was as if hot magma was flowing in Feng Mu's eyes as he looked at this cold prison, seeing the faces of inmates and colleagues who passed by, feeling a warmth he had never experienced before.

Feng Mu suddenly realized: "My previous understanding was too shallow. It turns out, not only inmates could be the nourishment for my growth, but every colleague and leader in the prison also contained rich nutritional value."

At this moment, Feng Mu felt his thoughts and enlightenment reaching new heights, finally comprehending the most efficient method to boost [Inheritance Level]—promotion!

"Wearing the Official's Clothes makes things easier, and the bigger the uniform, the easier the work. Even the system cannot break away from this mundane truth—damn, this really is an unshakable truth of the world." Feng Mu had an epiphany.

After realizing this, Feng Mu's heart surfaced the core guidelines for upgrading [Inheritance Level]:

"Kill more people, get bigger uniforms, both hands must grasp, both hands must be strong, indispensable."

Tian Tao inexplicably felt a chill running up his spine as he turned to glare at Feng Mu: "What are you looking at?"

Feng Mu honestly replied: "Captain's uniform looks better than mine."

"Of course, prison uniforms are made according to specifications. The material on mine is much more expensive than yours." Tian Tao's expression eased slightly, then he angrily added: "Flattering me is useless, you know that."

All morning, Feng Mu followed Tian Tao's pace, meticulously learning the daily work processes of the prison area.

Despite Tian Tao's abnormally harsh attitude, Feng Mu maintained extraordinary humility and orderliness.

He always held a small notebook in his hand, diligently recording every word of the work process dictated by Tian Tao.

This scene, like a silent drama, fell into the eyes of many inmates and Prison Guards, their faces showing all kinds of expressions—surprise, curiosity, or disdain.

On the third level of the corridor, Chang Wei stood before the railing, gazing coldly at the scene on the second floor opposite.

Feng Mu's behavior reminded him of Ma Xuan's performance when he first entered the prison.

Back then, Ma Xuan, just like Feng Mu now, would follow behind him every day, loyal and diligent with a notebook in hand.

With time passing, Ma Xuan was no longer his assistant, already sitting at equal footing with him, even receiving more appreciation and emphasis from Prison Chief Zhou Hu than himself.

Chang Wei curled his lip disdainfully, a hint of undisguised sarcasm in his tone:

"You're just acting, aren't you? Unfortunately, we already sentenced you to death long ago; this play of yours won't last many days and is doomed to have no audience."

However, Chang Wei clearly failed to understand. Pretending itself is a rare skill that not everyone can master.

And who says this play has no viewers? Feng Mu's performance was never meant just for him, or Zhou Hu, or a few others.

"What are you writing?"

Suddenly Tian Tao turned around, snatching Feng Mu's notebook, browsing through a few pages randomly, then let out two cold laughs as he tore the pages full of handwriting and threw the shredded pieces on the ground.

"Writing in a notebook to fool ghosts? Every word I say has to be memorized," Tian Tao said bluntly.

Then, he tossed back the shredded notebook to Feng Mu, saying coldly: "This is a prison, not a school, a tattered pen head is useless. Managing prisoners doesn't rely on a pen, but a baton."

Tian Tao drew a baton from his waist, smashing it heavily against the iron bars of cell 211, generating a dull rumble and a dazzling burst of electrical arcs.

The prisoners inside the cell were shocked into standing at this sudden action, their bodies tense, eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

Tian Tao expressionlessly opened the cell door, glancing at the prisoner number stitched on the chest, his voice incredibly cold:

"0217, you've been transferred here for three days, hasn't anyone outside deposited money for you? Are you planning to eat for free in prison?"

The face of prisoner 0217 turned pale, trembling as he spoke: "I have no family left, and can't reach any friends by phone. I've withdrawn all the money from my bank account."

"The money in your account is too little, only enough for this month's accommodation, not your meals," Tian Tao sneered.

0217 prisoner seemed to want to argue further, but Tian Tao had lost patience, his voice turning grim and cold, cutting the prisoner off:

"Since you have no relatives outside, does that mean that in this world, nobody cares whether you live or die?"

The moment his words fell, the baton swung down fiercely, emitting a series of thuds, like the blunt sound of drumming.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Three short and forceful impacts, followed by a heart-stopping crisp sound. The forehead of 0217 indented, cracking open a bloody pit.

His body fell backward, slamming heavily onto the ground, his features blackened by the electric shock.

Tian Tao crouched down, using 0217's prison uniform to wipe off the blood from the baton, stood up slowly, and said to Feng Mu who seemed petrified:

"Remember, this is your most important daily task in prison—collecting money!"

Tian Tao patted Feng Mu's shoulder with a blood-stained hand, speaking softly:

"Unlike other prisons in Zone 9, our Prison No. 2 does not receive subsidies from the Executive Government; we are self-managed and self-sustained, so they are our bread and butter. Whether we can eat depends on whether you've served your bread and butter well."

Feng Mu's eyes flickered intensely.

Tian Tao sneered: "Cells 210, 211, 212, 213, 214, these five are yours to manage from now on. Collect and count the money in a unified manner every Monday, it's recorded into the team performance. Failing to meet the standard will result in a pay cut, so you better not let the brothers go hungry because of you, understand?"

...

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.