Chapter 134: Want to Upgrade, Boss?

Ma Ma Zhaodi turned a deaf ear to the prisoners' clamor.

"Enough, enough, stop making a fuss," he said into the loudspeaker: "Everyone listen to me. Those with sentences under one year stand on the left, those under ten years stand in the middle, those under fifty years stand on the right, and those with sentences over fifty years come with me."

The prisoners immediately grew restless; there were too many people here originally from the two great families. Upon seeing familiar family members, they had already been calculating in their hearts how to form factions. Now hearing they would be separated, with upper, middle, and lower family members about to be split up, they could not help feeling dissatisfied.

"Hey, you idiot on the stage! Look here!"

At that moment, a prisoner in the crowd suddenly pulled down his pants and flashed Ma Ma Zhaodi an unusually rude middle finger.

At that moment, the prisoners, already resentful, began to make a unified racket of noisy laughter.

"Mite Courtney," Ma Ma Zhaodi said calmly: "I know you were already a thorn in the Maroni family, with both parents dead and nothing tying you down. But you still live on Earth; you have a girlfriend, right? She lives at"

The smile on Mite's face vanished instantly: "You bastard! If you dare touch her—"

"No, that's not our style. However, your girlfriend's email will receive a selection of your daily prison footage tonight. In fact, all your relatives and family members will receive such footage, so I suggest you watch your words and actions—Mite, your public bird-walking behavior will reach her very soon."

Mite's face instantly turned green then white; at that very moment, he felt like exploding directly at Ma Ma Zhaodi.

"You need not worry that this behavior violates the law, because I did not enter this prison as a guard."

Speaking to this point, Ma Ma Zhaodi revealed a sunny smile.

"I entered the prison as a prisoner, merely performing some management functions, so even if the sentence were longer, I would have no objection, because that would mean I could spend a bit more time with you."

"Of course, you can also choose to purchase our value-added services, such as deleting the clip of your bird-walking just now—this service is worth one hundred dollars, multiplied by your thirty-six-year sentence, you only need to pay me three thousand six hundred dollars."

"Or if you feel that is not cost-effective, you can choose the suspended punishment service. I will keep the history of your bird-walking but not release it. If you commit an offense again next time, this punishment will trigger together with the next punishment. Note, this right has only one free use per month; the next time will cost fifty dollars, the time after that will be multiplied by your sentence, the time after that again multiplied by your sentence, and so on."

At that moment, most of the prisoners in the prison instantly turned pale with shock; if calculated according to these rules, how many punishments would the prisoners going with Ma Ma Zhaodi face?

Meanwhile, a small number of prisoners with shorter sentences showed joy on their faces, because their sentences would lower the cost of making mistakes in the prison.

"By the way, fighting and bullying in prison will collectively increase your sentence and incur fines; if you commit too many offenses, it will cause you to stay inside forever."

"If you have no money, that is fine too; the prison will arrange labor reform for each of you. You will receive a certain remuneration; although it will not be much, it can satisfy your normal life, and there will even be some surplus, and you won't risk your lives. In other words, just work honestly."

"I have an eight a. m. shift—"

"Stop talking, Mite!"

A family companion nearby hurriedly grabbed him and covered his mouth; although they had saved some money usually, they could absolutely not withstand Mite implicating them like this.

Ma Ma Zhaodi shrugged: "Finally, there are some die-hard elements who think that those with bare feet fear nothing from those wearing shoes, or who think they have money and power, so they neither want to participate in labor reform nor want to shit on others' heads. For such people, we will let you enjoy the treatment of heavy criminals with sentences over fifty years; every time you resist the prison's normal arrangements, you will stay in the same prison environment as them for Wait a Week."

At that moment, a captive could not help asking: "Is there any difference in treatment between light criminals and heavy criminals?"

"Hmm, in a word, if you do not see those first batch of high-sentence heavy criminals spending money to return to the normal prison next week, then it is highly likely because they committed suicide, not because they are more enduring."

Just kidding; the poor have no money to begin with. The main clientele of Wayne Private Prison are high-ranking officials, dignitaries, wealthy and powerful figures, and senior underworld members who have committed serious crimes and amassed fortunes through illegal means. If the living conditions in the maximum-security wing can make you resist spending money on upgrades, then you're this (thumbs up), and the Gotham Iron Triangle is this (pointing down).

Sal Maroni was also contracted into Wayne Private Prison.

He did not meet Ma Ma Zhaodi, but in his prison, someone also announced the same prison rules to the prisoners—this person was Poison Ivy.

Her method was much more brutal; a group of thorns who dared to harass her were all injected with Poison Ivy's toxin, forcibly entering a one-year state of impotence. Upon learning the specific effects of these toxins, all the prisoners fell silent and listened quietly to her arrangements.

"Your toxin duration is one year, but I will continue to replenish it next year, and the year after that as well. Your toxin will only stop when you get out of prison—after all, there is no sex life in prison anyway."

Perhaps these prisoners should be glad that rape is prohibited in Wayne Prison; otherwise, those who cannot be keys would only become natural locks inside.

He was not quite clear on what the situation was actually like inside the heavy criminal prison, but from the moment he knew he could spend money to upgrade, he had defined this prison.

Just a profit-making institution, he thought; I am Sal Maroni, I have money and power, I can do whatever I want here.

It is worth mentioning that his sentence at this time was no longer thirty years. During the process of the two major gangs fighting and clashing, both sides exposed quite a bit of evidence and crimes of the other. Luigi watched helplessly as his son's sentence rose from thirty years to seventy years, then from seventy years all the way up to one hundred and nine years, and was even still climbing, and his heart was basically numb.

Let it rise; I have a son, don't you have a daughter too? Your family members are far more numerous than mine.

So, Maroni is now a veritable heavy criminal. Under slight curiosity and unease, he and other high-ranking members were taken away together to the heavy criminal prison.

Precisely because of this, when he saw the guards bring twenty prisoners including him to a damp, wet space of about twenty square meters with mold growing on the walls and dripping water, his mentality had a slight fluctuation.

He just seemed to see two little spirits with tentacles crawling under the three-tier bunk bed.

(End of Chapter)