"Sir, my name is Mai Yongchang!"

"My name is Raguel!"

"My name is Raziel!"

"We've been practicing for a week, and we can now sing, dance, and rap!"

"Very good, do you still remember your slogan!" the guard shouted.

“I remember!” Remiel and the others replied loudly.

"Tell me, what is your slogan!"

"We are the image of justice, the messengers of prison reform, our wish is to fight criminals and evil, and bring peace to the world. We are the super sweet prison men!"

"Good, very good, excellent!"

The guards were very satisfied. Han Zhiruo's sudden idea to reform them was something they had initially thought would not go smoothly, but they were surprised by how cooperative they were.

Look at that attitude, look at that aura!

How perfect!

"You did a great job. I'll report to Officer Han and try to make a good impression on you. But don't forget today's mission."

"Don't worry, sir, we won't forget!"

"That's fine, Miscc!"

The guard snapped his fingers, and cheerful music blared from three high-pitched cannons—yes, three.

Recently, Han Zhiruo added another one to their group.

They claimed it was because they were afraid the children wouldn't be able to appreciate the beautiful songs from China.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump, cough, cough, cough, under the bridge in front of the door, a flock of ducks swam by, a flock of ducks!"

"Come quick, come quick and count them! How come three are missing? Turtles... croak, turtles... croak, no, that's a toad! I can't count how many ducks there are, how many ducks! I can't count how many ducks there are, oh dear, ha!"

"..."

Remiel and the others danced to the music, their skillful movements leaving Michael and the others stunned and almost petrified.

Are these people in front of them the same ones they know?

As one of the twelve-winged seraphim of the Dragon King's Palace, even though the Dragon King's Palace no longer exists, I must still maintain my pride!

What's going on here?!

How did they become like this?!

Michael and the others didn't understand!

Especially when they saw Remiel and the others dribbling the ball with their bare hands, moving their hips left and right, their worldview was completely shattered.

“You newcomers should keep a close eye on things. Once you’re familiar with them, you’ll have to participate too,” the guard suddenly said.

What? We all want to participate!

"Are you kidding me? As the wise man of the Dragon King's Palace, commanding everyone in the entire palace, you actually want me to do this clownish thing? That's impossible!"

Michael was the first to disagree, as were the others; they were all very arrogant.

Although it's unclear what kind of treatment Remiel and his companions received, they were different. They would never be as lacking in pride and subservient as Remiel and his group.

"You really don't want to?" The guard wasn't surprised, as if he had expected it. He was just asking now to see if these people would change their minds.

"Are you kidding me? How could that be? Even if I, Michael, were to commit suicide here or jump off from outside, nothing would change!"

Michael was adamant, as were the men who followed him.

As someone who was once high and mighty, even if he is now down on his luck and has been arrested, he would never do such a clownish thing.

"I see..."

The guard paused for a moment, then nodded, not caring, and said, "Since you're unwilling, I won't force you."

Michael and the others snorted and looked disdainfully at Remiel and his group, who were still dancing and dribbling the ball on the side.

The guards' attitude undoubtedly made them look down on Remiel and his men.

If you're not a little arrogant, others will bully you. Now look, they're unwilling, and this guard can't do anything to them.

Remiel and his men are hopeless; they couldn't even endure such submission. They've truly disgraced their Dragon King Palace.

The guard clapped his hands, and several more guards walked in from outside.

The guard pointed at Michael and the others and said to them, "These few are unwilling to obey, so I want to change their cells and let them live on the other side."

"What? Old Zhang, did I hear that right? They actually refuse?"

Upon hearing this, the guards who arrived later looked at Michael and his group in surprise, not expecting them to be so arrogant and unwilling to obey.

"Yes, there's nothing I can do about it."

The guard, nicknamed Old Zhang, shrugged helplessly: "I've already advised them and given them a chance, but they're too arrogant. For the sake of their dignity, I respect their decision."

"I see..."

The guards standing outside the cell looked at Michael with pity.

"Since they are so arrogant and want dignity, we should respect them."

"That's right, we must respect men like that."

Michael was taken aback by what the others said.

How could these people say such a thing? Do they think that as long as you're arrogant, nothing will happen here?

But what about Remiel and his group?

There was no time to think about it.

The guards opened the cell door and led Michael and the others away.

Remiel and Sariel did not stop moving. Even after the guards left, they continued jumping and sweating.

However, there was pity in their eyes.

Why not dance here? Why be so arrogant? The "it's actually delicious" principle can't be ignored.

Sure enough, not long after, music started playing from the other cell.

The familiar Gini Tammy, along with the videos playing, filled the entire cell.

These are all Han Zhiruo's masterpieces.

Anyway, she's not short of money, so what's wrong with renovating a prison cell?

Is there a problem?

no problem!

Upon hearing the music, Remiel and the others immediately showed expressions of fear, their bodies trembling involuntarily, the shadow etched into their bones refusing to dissipate.

Even if they are not the ones suffering, they still have feelings.

Not long after.

A wail came from the cell over there.

"No, God, I don't want to hear this devil's voice. Damn it, watching this video makes me immediately imagine the rest of the scene. No, I don't want this!"

"Let me go back! I'm willing to dance! I'm willing to obey!"

"I'm willing, I'll confess everything, I'll tell you everything, you don't need to ask, I'll tell you everything, I'll even tell you what color underwear I like to wear!"

"Let me go back! I don't want to become too beautiful!"

"ah!"

Michael and the others wailed in agony.

As high-ranking members of the Dragon King's Palace, when did they suffer such sins?

Only then did they understand why Remiel and the others had been so obedient.

Is this what they mean by suffering?!

But why didn't Remiel and the others say anything?

Aren't we all comrades-in-arms? How could they be so treacherous!

I'm truly impressed by these old men!

Standing outside the cell, Old Zhang naturally refused Michael's request.

He said to the guards standing outside the door, "Officer Han instructed that anyone who disobeys should be allowed to enjoy it for three days. Considering their previous arrogance, they should be allowed two more days. Keep it on a loop for 24 hours straight. After all, they are people who value dignity, and I admire people like that the most."