Villajunca was among the first to notice the footsteps.

Soon, starting from the table in the middle, almost all the prisoners raised their heads, either to join in the fun or to look curiously at the second floor of the public restaurant where no one had ever gone before.

Undisguised footsteps approached.

It sounds like many people lifting their legs, taking steps and landing at the same time, which makes this neat and clean sound.

The blonde woman narrowed her eyes slightly.

White-haired Lolita White clapped her hands happily, her mouth curled up exaggeratedly: "Ha, a big shot is coming!"

——The door to the second floor of the public restaurant was suddenly opened, and a group of people wearing prison guard uniforms quickly walked in in two lines. Then they stood on both sides of the overlooking platform without looking around, with straight postures and even the same height, solemn and orderly.

They all had the latest energy guns on their waists and wore clothes with special effects. They were lined up at the moment, as if they were welcoming someone.

For some reason, the entire public restaurant fell into a subtle silence. It was as if even their subconscious minds had silenced them.

It was in this silence that the sound of footsteps, as slow as military boots hitting the ground, could be clearly heard by everyone present.

despair.

despair.

The end of the dark cloak rose slightly as the person moved, and the reflective leather tactical boots stepped on the cold and hard ground, which inexplicably caused everyone's psychological pressure to slowly increase without their knowledge.

The footsteps stopped.

The black hair hangs down quietly.

Surprise and amazement appeared in the eyes of almost all the prisoners on the first floor.

Even the always noisy white-haired girl White and Aaron couldn't help but shut their mouths at this moment.

Standing on the second floor, looking down at them condescendingly was a young man with raven hair, blue eyes, and long loose hair. His expressionless face was so handsome that it was no exaggeration to say that he was unparalleled in the world.

He was wearing a well-tailored, high-quality military uniform, and a wide-brimmed hat that cast a shadow that looked like a real thing above his nose.

However, the prisoners looking up from below could vaguely feel the gaze of the black-haired young man.

Cold, calm, indifferent and without any emotion.

Even they couldn't help but feel a subtle and strange chill rising behind their backs.

"Who are you?"

The little girl with white hair spoke first, her voice full of praise like an aria: "You are so beautiful, your blood must taste cold and sweet, right? Wow, I really want to..."

However, the moment she said this, her face suddenly changed, and she fell to her knees on the ground as if her body was totally out of control. She even needed both arms to support her body. It was only because she reacted quickly that she didn't get hit in the face.

…Her body was indeed out of control.

I remember the prisoners who were nearby clearly saw that the white-haired loli's legs were twisted at an extremely bloody and brutal angle.

A huge silence spread.

It was not because the scene was so bloody - they had seen many such physical injuries - but because the black-haired young man knew the white-haired loli very well, and his attack was absolutely decisive and ruthless.

The black-haired young man's voice was calm and indifferent:

"Did I allow you to speak?"

No one saw how he did it.

The masked man, who they were more familiar with and had the greatest control over the prison, was now standing respectfully behind the black-haired young man, even bending slightly, as if he was waiting to be ordered around.

The masked man saw this scene and said calmly:

"The third iron rule of Eastwood Lunatic Prison is that no prisoner may speak without the permission of the warden."

…

Warden.

Warden? ! !

The white-haired loli gritted her teeth, but still laughed softly: "Warden, Warden——"

"Uh-huh!"

Her blood-red pupils suddenly shrank, and she discovered with horror that her injuries could not heal as quickly as usual.

She is not afraid of death, injury or pain, and can even tear out her own ribs to use as weapons.

But how dare he break her leg...how dare he? ! !

"I'm sorry that this unpleasantness has occurred on our first meeting with you all."

The black-haired young man didn't give her any more glances. He sat down slowly on the chair behind him, leaned back in a relaxed posture, crossed his legs, but his tone was still as cold and emotionless as ever.

"This is not my intention. If you have any opinions, you can raise them with the prison guards in your area."

The black-haired young man tightened his gloves carelessly:

"But from now on, it's better to remember the iron rules of prison. After all, no one wants their most precious things to be destroyed, right?"

When he finished speaking, the young warden had already taken off his hat. Then, he blinked his beautiful misty blue eyes, tilted his head, and showed a more youthful and puzzled expression. His voice also seemed to fluctuate a little, and he asked in a completely different voice from before:

"Why don't you eat?"

Some low-level prisoners who have been hanging out with the lunatics all day have already keenly sensed something.

They looked at the naturally changing demeanor and expressions of the black-haired warden, and the casual way he waved his hands to let others deal with the bloody legs of the girl in the middle of the public dining hall. A chill quickly climbed up their spines, and at the same time there was a vague despair.

...It's bad enough that there are psychopaths around me, why does the warden seem to be abnormal too? ?