Chapter 81
Vilajunka was among the first to notice the footsteps.
Soon, starting from the middle table, 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 been before.
Undisguised footsteps approached.
It sounds like many people lifting their legs, taking steps, and landing at the same time, making such neat and clean sounds.
The blonde woman narrowed her eyes slightly.
White-haired loli 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 dining hall was flung open, and a group of people in prison guard uniforms quickly strode in in two columns. They then stood on either side of the overlooking platform, their postures straight and even their heights identical, 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 subtly silent. It was as if even their subconscious minds had silenced them.
It was in this silence that the sound of footsteps, as slow and unhurried as military boots hitting the ground, reached the ears of 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 loli White and Yalong couldn't help but shut up at this moment.
Standing on the second floor, looking down at them condescendingly was a young man with raven hair and blue eyes, his long hair flowing freely. 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 uniform with military elements and a wide-brimmed hat that cast a shadow over the bridge of his nose.
However, the prisoners looking up from below could vaguely feel the gaze of the black-haired young man.
Indifferent, calm, apathetic and without any emotion.
Even they couldn't help but feel a subtle and strange chill rising from their backs.
"Who are you?"
The little white-haired girl spoke first, her voice filled with praise like an aria: "You are so beautiful. I guess your blood tastes cold and sweet, right? Wow, I really want to..."
However, the moment she finished speaking, her expression suddenly changed, and she fell to her knees on the ground as if her body was completely 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 that 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 wasn't 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 waiting to be ordered.
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 gnashed 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 slowly sat down 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 best to remember the iron rules of prison. After all, no one wants their most precious things to be destroyed, right?"
By the time he finished speaking, the young warden had already removed his hat. He blinked his beautiful misty blue eyes, tilted his head, and revealed a more youthful, puzzled expression. His voice seemed to fluctuate slightly as he asked, a completely different person 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 expression of the black-haired warden, and the casual way he waved his hand to let others deal with the bloody legs of the girl in the middle of the public restaurant. A chill quickly climbed up their spines, and at the same time there was a vague despair.
...It's bad enough being surrounded by psychopaths, but why does the warden seem to be insane too?
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