Chapter 82

Not every prisoner in Eastwood Prison is crazy, and not every prisoner can thrive in prison.

You know, this prison houses talented prisoners who cannot be controlled by the outside world but possess powerful powers. Their talents must be at least S-level, which is the minimum standard for admission.

But once they enter prison, their talents will be suppressed to the greatest extent, and only pure energy can be used to support the prison.

Therefore, even in Eastwood, there is a pyramid-shaped division of power among the prisoners.

The white-haired loli does not form cliques. This kind of emotionally exposed lunatic prefers to be alone, but her strength also allows her to sit firmly among the top prisoners in Eastwood.

To put it bluntly, she was a dwarf, her natural talent preventing her from ever growing taller or larger. No one knew how long she lived. Yet, despite her outward appearance, her inner being was constantly decaying, filled with extreme malevolence and vengeance.

It's not that no one can deal with her, but it's inevitable that she will be seriously injured after being dealt with, so there's no need for that.

What's more, dealing with a mentally ill person is hardly fun.

And it was this person who lost her most precious legs forever just because of a meeting with the warden.

Ben was also a little surprised.

There were quite a few prisoners in the Eastwood Lunatic Prison. He remembered that the master of the house just glanced at them casually. Who would have thought that he could accurately hit 2134's pain points without any ambiguity.

"The Warden is able to display his talents here. He truly deserves to be the master of Eastwood."

A male voice suddenly rang out. The red-haired man stared at the young warden on the second floor with blazing malice, a dazzling grin playing on his lips. "If it weren't for this, I'm afraid the one crying right now would be the high and mighty Warden~"

The public restaurant was immediately filled with low whispers and faint laughter.

The law does not punish the majority. They just agreed with a few words. Even if the warden was angry, he could not punish them.

not to mention……

There are so many crazy people in this prison. For the sake of the operation of the prison, does the warden have to kill them all?

Things turned out just as Aaron had expected. With a smile on his face, he was satisfied to see that the pair of beautiful eyes that had been calmly looking at the food finally turned their gaze to him.

Aaron, still wearing a smile that never faded, asked curiously, "What will you do with me? Keep me in the cell? Increase my labor hours? Or treat me like you did with 2134?"

However, there was still no emotion in that gaze, as if he was not the one being offended and questioned, just like a pool of stagnant water without any ripples.

The red-haired man's smile froze slightly, but he soon shrugged indifferently. Feeling bored and uninteresting, he also thought to himself that it was nothing special.

This feeling of punching cotton might be a bit frustrating for others, but he just found it boring.

He would probably be thrown back into the cell. After all, he was not like 2134, whose weaknesses were so stupid that anyone could see them at a glance.

The red-haired man was boredly poking at the food on his plate with his knife and fork, but he heard the warden above him calmly say:

"2541, 3465, 2513..."

He paused, raised his head again, and looked at the other person with interest.

What is this doing?

"—and 2271."

The young new warden slowly read out the numbers of every prisoner who had just whispered.

The faces of the prisoners who were called out turned pale.

So many people were talking just now, and even when they were communicating, the young warden with long black hair didn't even look up, so - how did he manage to memorize the numbers of all the prisoners who made disrespectful remarks in an instant?

Unlike ordinary prisoners, Aaron, number 2271, had a bright smile on his face again, and looked forward to how the warden would deal with them.

There was no trace of fear in him, as if he wouldn't feel anything no matter what he did.

The black-haired young man's pleasant voice slowly rang out: "...These people don't need to be put in the detention room. They will be confined to their own cells for a month."

After he said this, many prisoners breathed a sigh of relief, and then there was a hint of mockery on their faces.

I thought he was so powerful, but in the end, he only came up with this trick? It's just house arrest, who in here can't survive it?

Then they saw the warden, who said casually in a tone that could almost be described as brisk:

"And, remove the toilets from their cells."

…

The entire public restaurant fell into silence for a moment.

The red-haired man's smile suddenly cracked.

...What is he talking about? ?

The black-haired young man, who looked extremely cool and handsome, tilted his head, but spoke extremely vicious words and continued to add:

"Let's tear down the washrooms as well, abandon the entire sanitary system, and replace all the space with beds, striving to provide everyone with the best resting environment."

After saying this, he seemed oblivious to the prisoners' pale faces and smiled faintly: "After all, I'm not a devil, right?"

Yalong: “…”

Yalong: “…………”

The red-haired man was so angry that he laughed. His shoulders trembled. He stared at the warden who looked calm and composed. He made an ambiguous sound, as if gritting his teeth. "You're fine, fine."

The warden smiled faintly, as if he had remembered something after being reminded, and said gently, "2271 is the main criminal. It's a bit unfair to treat him differently."

He seemed to tilt his head in thought for a moment, then quickly made up his mind and read out dozens of numbers: "Put them in a cell with 2271. Muzzle and handcuff 2271. Choose cell D21."

Ben paused, then suddenly, with a hint of wicked humor, said in a whispered voice that even the inmates in this prison could hear:

"Warden, D21 is the smallest single-person cell and cannot accommodate so many prisoners."

"Oh?" The black-haired warden uttered a questioning syllable and asked very cooperatively, "Based on your understanding of prisons, what will these people look like after they enter?"

Ben calmly replied, "Probably a pyramid."

The warden sighed upon hearing this. "I'm new to the job and don't know much about the prison rooms. I'm truly sorry for making such a mistake. However, orders cannot be changed at will, so this is the only decision I'll make."

After hearing these words, the prisoners whose names were called out not only turned pale, but turned green.

The command cannot be changed at will?

Do you want to look at what you just said?

And that 2271, why would he bother provoking the warden for no reason?! That was a month! They weren't psychopaths, they were respectable prisoners, they didn't want to be stacked against men!

Soke, who was always well-informed, took a deep breath.

He happened to know the prisoners who had just been named by the warden and were to be put into the same cell.

There are quite a few who are not particular about food or drink, are extremely lustful, and are also extremely powerful. The rest are also hot-tempered and enjoy torturing others. These elements, combined with the talent of 2271...

You know, 2271's talent is to spread illusion particles through the air, subtly affecting the mental state of those around him. What will happen in that confined space then...

Not to mention the people involved, even he turned pale when he heard the decision.

Damn it, Warden, you have such a cruel heart!!