Xiaoman stared intently at him, a smile playing on her lips. "Uncle, tell me! What do you want from me?"

"Get me out of here!" The old kobold glared at Xiaoman. "Don't even think about escaping alone. Without my help, you won't even be able to get out of this door!"

She smiled faintly, "Don't worry, I'm not stupid!" Her eyes sharpened, a half-smile playing on her lips, "And you'd better not try anything funny, or else, hehe!"

"Understood!" The old man was silent for a moment. "Let's compromise. I'll give you half a piece of raw stone first."

“Okay!” Xiaoman took the raw stone.

"No patrols will come to check us for the next half day." The old man glanced into the distance, a wary glint in his eyes. "I'll keep watch for you. Get well soon!"

Xiaoman nodded, held the Force Stones in her palms, and circulated her inner energy.

The Force Stone emitted a blue light.

A look of fear flashed in the old man's eyes. He shielded his eyes from the light with his body, keeping a close watch on the situation outside...

As time passed, Xiaoman slowly opened her eyes, her whole body exuding a terrifying aura.

"drink!"

The sealing needle above his head was shaken out, and his breath rapidly sank into his dantian.

"Pull it out for me!" the old man said impatiently.

Xiaoman pointed two fingers at him and struck the old man on the back of the head with her right palm, causing half of the sealing needle to emerge.

Just as he was about to pull it out with his hand, the old man exclaimed in alarm, "Don't touch it with your hands!"

"oh!"

He struck the old man with all his might, shouting, "Rise!"

The sealing needle was forced out little by little.

Clang!

The old man felt completely refreshed, rapidly circulating his Force, and the wound quickly closed. "So many years! I can finally use my Force again! Haha..."

Xiaoman was on guard against him, and would take action immediately if he made any unusual move.

The old man smiled faintly and snapped the chains. "Girl, do you know why I didn't kill you while you were unconscious?"

"I don't know!" I was terrified.

"Let me tell you a story!" The old man smiled bitterly, his voice softening. "Many years ago, the verdant planet Jupiter was teeming with life, but a war devastated it. The creatures of the planet rose up in resistance, but were no match for a powerful enemy and were slaughtered. The remaining creatures could only eke out a living and were enslaved."

"The Emerald Jupiter?" Xiaoman muttered, memories flooding back, and suddenly something occurred to her, "Could it be, could it be that you are Uncle Spartacus?"

"Girl, do you know me?" A powerful force enveloped the surroundings.

Xiaoman didn't speak, but instead circulated her inner energy, dispersing the primal force, and conjured an ancient-looking token in the air.

"The late king, the mark!" Spartacus trembled slightly, very excited. He rubbed his eyes, and after confirming that there was no problem, he knelt down. "Spartacus, a former general, pays his respects to the princess!"

"General, please rise!"

The two exchanged a smile and began discussing ways to escape their predicament...

Half a day later.

Two fierce-looking jailers came to inspect.

"You, come out here!"

Xiaoman slowly sat up, gripping the bone knife tightly.

"Stop dawdling, haven't you had enough of the suffering yet?" The jailer cracked his whip, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"I, I don't have the strength!" Xiaoman deliberately stretched her head to a brighter spot, her delicate features easily becoming partially visible.

The two jailers stared wide-eyed.

At the same time, Spartacus had approached the two jailers, his large hands gripping their necks like vises. "Open the door!"

The jailer rolled his eyes back, haphazardly pulled out the key, and threw it on the ground.

Xiaoman picked up the key and quickly opened the cell door.

Click, click!

The necks of the two jailers were broken.

"Your Highness, take what you can use and come with me!"

Spartacus sped forward.

Xiaoman sped up and caught up, "Uncle, where are we going?"

"You go to the lounge first and get some food and decent weapons!" Spartacus pointed to the right fork in the road. "I'll go this way. I'll see if the old friends are still there!"

Be careful!

"I will! Oh, and if I don't make it by then, don't wait for me here. Go to the place where Bao Zhen is being held first!"

"OK!"

The two separated, and Xiaoman rushed to the lounge as fast as she could.

Robots patrol the area from time to time.

Xiaoman has stealth skills, so these scrap metal objects can't detect her at all, and she easily gets to the outside of the lounge.

There were four people sitting inside, playing cards.

The jailer shouted at the person opposite him, "Hurry up and get out! How long are you going to wait?"

"What's the rush? Right now, right now!"

"Don't I know you?" Jailer Ding's eyes were full of contempt. "Delaying time is still losing! If I were you, I would just admit defeat and willingly accept the punishment."

The jailer glanced at the swill-like food and gagged repeatedly.

Suddenly, he threw down the playing cards and shouted, "The officer is here!"

Everyone turned pale with fright, quickly put away the cards, and nervously looked around, but there was no sign of their superior.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!" The three men roared and charged forward.

Xiaoman was overjoyed, wishing they would all rush over.

The moment they got close, the pressure point technique struck, and the two of them froze instantly.

The other two ignored them and rushed over. The moment they passed each other, they were paralyzed. They tried to open their mouths, but they couldn't. Deep fear flashed in their eyes.

He swiftly eliminated several less frightened enemies, leaving only the most terrified one behind.

"Answer my questions honestly if you don't want to die?" Xiaoman narrowed her eyes, her killing intent palpable. "Where is the secret prison?"

The jailer's pressure points were released, and he gasped for breath. "It's at the end of the passage. Turn right, and you'll see a thick alloy wall. Facial recognition and iris recognition are required there. If the verification fails, you'll be swallowed by a laser!"

Xiaoman frowned slightly, her face grim. "How many guards are inside?"

“About a hundred people!” A deep fear flashed in the jailer’s eyes, and he hesitated to speak.

He grabbed him and shouted, "Do you really want to die?"

The jailer trembled, swallowed hard, and said, "I heard from our captain that there's supposedly another Ghost Special Forces team inside, but I really don't know for sure!" He kowtowed repeatedly, pleading, "Sir, spare my life, spare my life!"

Xiaoman nodded. "I have one more question for you. Where are my personal belongings?"

"The captain's office!" the jailer pointed to another passageway.

"Thanks!"

With a slap on his back, the jailer fell into a deep coma. Even if he woke up, he would be mentally confused.

Xiaoman rushed towards the captain's office.

There wasn't a single guard nearby; it was eerily quiet.

I walked slowly, keeping my pace steady.

After finally getting through the passage and just as I was about to enter, the door opened automatically.

Quickly hide behind the door.

A tall jailer walked out, yawning and stretching.

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from under my vest, and I quickly turned around.

The major acupoint was sealed, and he was unable to move.

Xiaoman appeared in front of him, using his body as an obstacle, and peered inside. "Nobody here?"

Activate stealth and enter the office.

At the farthest point, his personal belongings were placed.

They collected them, but then discovered that the late king's token was missing. They quickly searched other places, but couldn't find it.

"This thing is too important, we absolutely cannot lose it!" Xiaoman said solemnly, thinking about the most likely place to keep it.

Suddenly, a corner of the prison map caught her attention.

"It's a good thing we saw it. If we had followed the information the jailer gave us, we would definitely have been discovered by the Ghost Special Forces!" He moved his gaze forward, pointed to the reverse slope route, and nodded in satisfaction. "Going through here will take more time, but it's much safer!"

Pack up any items you might need and leave...

On the other side.

Valoran, one of the prison officials, is heading to Wugang Star with the late king's token.

Just as he was about to leave Bakala, a team of fully armed men surrounded him.

Valoran was shocked. Pointing at the general at the front, he shouted, "Nino, what do you want to do?"

Nino smiled faintly, "I just wanted to see Brother Valoran after not seeing him for so long, so I came to have a couple of drinks with you."

Valoran's heart finally settled, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "I have to see His Majesty now, I don't have time! Another day, another day I'll personally host the banquet, how about that?"

The soldiers' faces darkened instantly, their expressions turning murderous. "Don't you dare push your luck!"

"That's right, the general inviting you for drinks is a sign of respect." The lieutenant smirked. "Are you making excuses and treating us like we don't exist?"

"You?" Valoran suppressed his anger, clenching his fists tightly, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings, thinking, "Are these people deliberately causing trouble? Could it be that they know I have the late king's token?"

The more I analyze it, the more likely it seems.

"Nino, what exactly do you want?"

"Let's drink!" Nino grabbed a jar of good wine, broke the seal, took a sip, and handed it to him. "Here you go!"

A million curses ran through Valoran's mind, but he dared not utter a sound. He could only take the wine jar, gulp it down, and say, "Are you satisfied now?"

"Satisfied!" Nino's smile vanished instantly, replaced by rage. "I treated you like a brother, and you think I'm a clown? Fine, very well!"

He turned around and looked at his brothers.

"Damn it, you snobbish bastard!"

"Screw talking to him, just punch him!"

"Alright, let's go together!"

As the group drew closer, Valoran's face darkened, and he gripped his laser gun tightly, ready to fire at any moment.

"Let him fire!" a soldier brandished his recorder. "I want to see if he can still sit still as the prison warden!"

"You?" Valoran was furious, but dared not draw his gun, and stared at the crowd with resentment.

Nino smiled almost imperceptibly and gestured to his men.

Suddenly, the two men began slapping Valoran repeatedly.

"Stop, stop!" Valoran clutched his groin. "If you don't stop, I'll fight back!"

"You dare threaten me? Get rid of me, get rid of me completely!"

"Try and say it again?"

A group of people surrounded them, punching and kicking them, with screams echoing throughout.

As time went on, the calls grew weaker and weaker.

Valoran was on its last legs.

Suddenly, the late king's token fell from his waist, and a quick-thinking soldier caught it and hid it in his pocket.

Eye contact: Did anyone see that?

Everyone shook their heads.

The soldier was very satisfied. He rushed to Nino's side at full speed and whispered in his ear, "Got it!"

“Well done!” Nino gave a thumbs up, walked over to Valoran, and whispered in his ear, “Do you know why I dared to kill you so openly?”

Valoran's pupils dilated, and he slightly opened his lips, but no sound came out.

Nino sneered, "Back then, when you suddenly launched a coup, General Spartacus, seeing that all was lost, ordered me to feign rebellion and lie low, so that one day I could restore the kingdom."

"You, you, pfft!" Valoran was so enraged that his liver and gallbladder shattered, and he died with his eyes wide open.

Nino stood up abruptly, his gaze icy. "Traitors, your end has come. All soldiers, heed my command: storm the Eternal Prison! Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes! Kill! Kill! Kill!"