Following the prison guards, Long Batian was led to a stop in front of a prison gate.

This is a small room, but it houses 16 people.

The prison guard unlocked the door with the key at his waist and then pushed Long Batian inside.

"You'll be living here from today onwards. Get up at 7 a.m., have lunch at 11 a.m., do manual labor at 2 p.m., and rest at 10 p.m. If you don't understand anything, you can ask your fellow inmates; they are all very kind."

Long Batian stared in disbelief at the men behind him, their bodies covered in tattoos of blue faces and fangs, their expressions fierce and menacing.

How much of a bias do the prison guards have against them to think they're kind?!

Seeing that Long Batian was stunned and didn't say anything, the prison guard locked the door and left.

The moment the door was locked, Long Batian finally realized what was happening.

He reached out and frantically pried at the iron bars, repeatedly calling out to the prison guards, "Wait, come back! How am I supposed to stay here with so many people?"

"I have money, I'll give you lots and lots of money. At least get me a single room, okay?"

However, he was met with a chorus of laughter from behind.

"Boss, has this guy lost his mind?" a short, thin man said to a tall man next to him.

The man is the prison bully here; all the prisoners respectfully call him Brother Knife.

At this moment, Dao Ge was surrounded by his underlings, looking at Long Batian expressionlessly.

He wasn't wearing any clothes under his yellow vest.

The exposed skin was covered with large areas of tattoos.

A ferocious giant python was clinging to Brother Dao's chest.

Those sharp claws were clearly visible.

The clouds beneath his feet stretched all the way up to his chest, looking strangely terrifying.

Dao Ge also noticed Long Batian's gaze, and his eyes immediately became somewhat amused.

He spat out the toothpick from his mouth and said lazily to the short, thin man, "Dunzi, go teach the newbie the rules here. Make sure he listens..."

"Dele!~"

Upon receiving Dao Ge's order, Dunzi immediately led a large group of people to Long Batian.

Before he could even speak, they started beating him up.

Long Batian's defiant shouts quickly faded into wails and pleas for mercy.

A few minutes later.

Dunzi shook his tired hands and said, "Here, you have to listen to Brother Dao. If there's good food or drink, remember to let Brother Dao enjoy it first. If you hoard it or disobey, I'll skin you alive!"

As he spoke, he made a gesture of raising his fist.

Long Batian shrank into a corner in fear, not daring to resist, and could only nod obediently.

"Also, you're new here. From now on, you'll be in charge of cleaning the toilets. Understand?"

Faced with overwhelming numbers, Long Batian could only nod frantically to demonstrate his obedience and submission.

He knelt on the ground, playing the clown, diligently providing amusement for everyone.

Brother Dao was pleased with himself and beckoned him over.

Long Batian crawled over on all fours, his smile fawning and ingratiating.

He realized that as long as he pleased the man in front of him, he could suffer less in prison.

Once I find the right opportunity, I'm sure I can turn my life around and leave this place!

...

Brother Dao lifted his chin with one hand and examined him carefully.

Then he suddenly said something cryptic: "You're quite different from these uncultured, rough men..."

Before Long Batian could even grasp the deeper meaning of those words, he heard a familiar male voice echoing down the corridor outside the prison—

"It's not hard work. It's an honor for me to help the police officers complete their mission."

"You still have such a silver tongue... I saw the news too. You've fallen for the same woman twice in a row. I don't know whether to call you a romantic or just love-struck."

"You'll understand when you find someone you like in the future."

"Ugh... Showing off your love right here?... After you leave, I'll have to find someone to take over the registration of new inmates again. Sigh, this is so worrying..."

...

As the sounds outside grew clearer, Long Batian disregarded everything and broke free from the restraints of those around him.

He rushed to the door and desperately pried at the railing on tiptoe.

It stretched its head out, trying to see what was going on.

Unexpectedly, he saw Shen Fu walking side by side with the prison guard who had brought him in.

The prison guards treated Shen Fu with friendliness, unlike their previous stern and cold demeanor.

The two spoke in a familiar tone, chatting and laughing.

It felt like seeing a long-lost friend.

On Shen Fu, Long Batian showed not a trace of dishevelment.

He stood ramrod straight, exuding an air of grandeur.

He walked with steady steps, alternating between his two legs.

If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing the same yellow vest that signifies a suspect, Long Batian would have thought that Shen Fu was actually there to inspect the prison.

Shen Fu also paid attention to Long Batian.

Looking at the bruises on his body and the disheveled look on his face.

And messy black footprints on the yellow vest.

Admittedly, Shen Fu was a little happy.

He walked over and greeted him, "You've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

Long Batian was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what he had done: "You framed me!"

"You can't just say things like that, or I'll sue you for defamation."

Long Batian felt a lump in his throat, unable to swallow it or swallow it.

Shen Fu glanced at the prison guard beside him, who immediately understood: "You're walking too slowly, I'll go ahead and wait for you."

After the prison guard left, he turned his head.

Meeting Long Batian's puzzled gaze, Shen Fu said calmly, "He's a prison guard I met 17 years ago when I was in jail. I'm quite surprised to run into him here..."

"Just like how I unexpectedly ran into you here..."

Shen Fu made no attempt to hide his feelings, laughing heartily: "Although I've never liked you, I have to admit one thing: you're incredibly lucky... You win a 5 million yuan lottery prize, and your company goes public and raises funds overseas. Even if you just buy a piece of land, you can dig up millions of cubic meters of river sand."

“But having good fortune isn’t enough to be a good person…” Shen Fu leaned closer to him, his tone provocative, “You also need to be strong enough to bear such great blessings…”

Long Batian felt a chill run down his spine in an instant.

Shen Fu looked at Dao Ge in the prison, a hint of a smile playing on his lips in his deep phoenix eyes.

Good luck!

He threw down a sentence and strode away.