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 the 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 revealing 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 is a dwarf. With her talent, she can never grow taller. No one knows how long she has lived. But what is different from her appearance is that her inner self is constantly decaying, extremely vicious and vindictive.

It's not that no one can deal with her, but it's inevitable that she will be seriously injured, 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, just after a meeting with the warden, lost her most precious legs forever.

Ben was also a little surprised.

There were quite a few prisoners in Eastwood Prison for the Insane. 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.

"Mr. Warden can actually use his talent here. He is worthy of being the master of Eastwood."

A male voice suddenly sounded. The red-haired man stared at the young warden on the second floor with obvious malice, and a dazzling smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "If it weren't for this, I'm afraid the one who should be crying now is the high and mighty warden~"

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

The law does not hold everyone responsible; 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, which had been looking at the food calmly, finally turned their gaze to him.

Aaron still had a smile on his face and asked curiously, "How will you deal with me? Keep me in the cell? Increase my labor hours? Or treat me like you treated 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 in boredom. Feeling bored and uninteresting, he also thought that it was nothing special.

This feeling of punching cotton might be a bit frustrating for others, but he just felt it was 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 bored and poking at the food on his plate with his knife and fork, but he heard the warden at the top speak calmly:

"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 named 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 remember 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 expectant about how the warden would deal with them.

There was no trace of fear in him, as if he would not feel anything no matter what he did.

The pleasant voice of the black-haired young man sounded slowly: "...These people do not need to be put into 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 he only came up with this trick? It's just house arrest, who in here can't survive it?

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

"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 said something extremely vicious, and continued to add:

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

After saying this, he seemed to not see the prisoners' green faces and smiled slightly: "After all, I'm not a devil, right?"

Aaron: “…”

Aaron: “…………”

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 he was gritting his teeth: "You are very good, very good."

The warden smiled slightly, as if he had remembered something after being reminded by him, and said gently: "2271 is the main criminal, it is a bit unfair to treat him differently."

He seemed to tilt his head to think for a moment, and soon made up his mind, and read out dozens of numbers: "Put them in a cell with 2271, and put a muzzle and handcuffs on 2271. Choose cell D21."

Ben paused for a moment, and suddenly said with a hint of malice in a voice that seemed to be a low reminder, but in fact, the inmates in this prison could hear it:

"Mr. 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 the prison, what will these people look like after they go in?"

Ben calmly replied, "Probably a pyramid."

The warden sighed upon hearing this and said, "I have just taken office and I am not familiar with the rooms in the prison. I am very sorry for making such a mistake. However, orders cannot be changed at will, so I have to decide this way."

After hearing these words, the prisoners whose names were called out didn't just turn pale, their faces turned green.

The command cannot be changed at will? ?

Do you want to look at what you just said?

And that 2271, why did he bother the warden for no reason? ! That was a month!! They are not these psychopaths, they are decent prisoners, they don’t want to be stacked with men!

Sok, who was always well-informed in the past, took a deep breath.

He happened to know the prisoners who were to be put into the same cell as the warden had just read out.

There are quite a few who are not picky about meat or vegetables, extremely lustful, and extremely powerful. The remaining few are also hot-tempered and like to torture people. These elements, plus the talent of 2271...

You know, the effect of 2271's talent is to spread illusion particles through the air, invisibly affecting the mental state of people around. What will happen in that confined space at that time...

Not to mention the people involved, even he turned green in the face when he heard the decision.

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