Chapter 181: The Villain Must Don Official Robes, Unlocking a New Milestone

Chang Wei stared for several seconds, then turned back and swiped the access control, entering Area A District, warning gloomily: "I'll keep my eye on you. Don't let me catch any leaks in your work, otherwise I'll kick you out of this prison without hesitation."

"I'll keep my eye on you. Don't let me catch any leaks in your work, otherwise I'll kick you out of this prison without hesitation."

Feng Mu followed him into Area A District, and a ring-shaped corridor came into view.

The ring-shaped corridor was spacious and tall, divided into three levels, with gloomy white lights embedded in the walls, illuminating the ground until not a speck of dust remained.

On every side of the corridor, cells were densely packed, one after another like cold stone coffins embedded in the walls.

The cell doors were iron, cold and sturdy; through the small windows on the doors, one could faintly see the simple beds and necessary daily necessities inside.

These cells were closely connected, and high-voltage electricity ran through the ground, firmly locking every prisoner's body and soul.

Feng Mu straightened his back and loudly expressed his determination to District Chief Chang: "Yes, District Chief Chang, I will never let you down."

On the second floor of the corridor, inside Cell 211, Chen Ya pressed against the cold iron bars, her gaze passing through the electrified bars as she calmly observed this new prison guard.

Feng Mu seemed to feel that probing gaze; his eyes were steady, and he glanced over without showing any emotion.

Chen Ya's eyebrows twitched slightly, and she thought to herself: "Is this the prison guard the District Chief plans to have us get rid of?"

Feng Mu's gaze was like a bottomless dark pool, silently greeting her across the space:

"The captain of my A-Rank tactical squad—correct. This prison is the stage I've built for you; I hope you like it, hehe—"

Wang Jiao slowly paced to the window, his throat rolling slightly as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, then turned to the Cell Block Head and asked in a lowered voice:

"Cell Block Head, is that prison guard the one in the photo?"

Chen Ya nodded slightly, her face looking a bit strange: "Hmm, the real person is slightly more handsome than the photo, the curve of his chin is wider by 3 degrees, and his cheekbones are a bit fuller. Strange—did he get minor plastic surgery after the photo was taken?"

"Ah?" Wang Jiao was stunned.

Chen Ya smiled and said: "It's nothing; it should be him."

Wang Jiao hesitated for a moment, his voice low and cautious:

"Cell Block Head, are we really going to follow the District Chief's instructions? Killing a prison guard in prison isn't a simple matter."

Chen Ya's gaze lingered on Wang Jiao's uneasy face for a moment, her tone serious:

"Yes, in this Area A, the District Chief's orders are the highest. If we work according to his instructions, we won't be wrong. Moreover, since he trusts me and appointed me Cell Block Head, we must value credit—say what we do and do what we say."

Wang Jiao looked at Chen Ya, feeling he hadn't fully understood his concerns, so he had to explain things more thoroughly:

"Cell Block Head, what I worry about is that once we deal with that prison guard, the District Chief might turn ruthless, use us to take the blame, and even treat us as sacrificial offerings."

Chen Ya's expression was calm; he admitted Wang Jiao's worries made sense. Otherwise, why wouldn't the District Chief do it himself, instead going around in circles to set up a trap for a group of new prisoners to cause trouble?

As a logic genius, Chen Ya naturally understood the reasoning, so he smiled at Wang Jiao and said:

"I understand, but as prisoners, we should complete the tasks assigned by the District Chief—that's our duty."

"Afterward, if the District Chief harbors ill intentions, we'll reason with him then. I believe he'll come to his senses. Hmm, you don't need to worry too much, nor think so badly of people."

Chen Ya paused, then smiled and concluded: "This world, after all, is reasonable."

Wang Jiao's mouth opened in surprise into an O shape, as if he was hearing for the first time that this world could actually be reasonable.

He felt bitter in his heart; if that were true, why would he have suffered unjust wrongs, been framed and brought in here to "further his studies"?

Wang Jiao was unwilling to lay hands on the prison guard—not out of conscience's condemnation, but because he didn't want to become someone else's scapegoat again, bearing the unbearable black pot of life.

Wang Jiao's gaze lingered on the Cell Block Head's firm face for a moment, and he couldn't help but recall the oppressive heat wave beside the incinerator; sweat gradually gathered on his forehead.

He hesitated, finally speaking, his voice carrying a trace of hard-to-suppress confusion:

"Cell Block Head, I don't quite understand—we're just prisoners serving time here, so why do you always emphasize that completing the District Chief's assigned tasks is our duty?"

Chen Ya turned around, his gaze gently falling on Wang Jiao, while also sweeping over the other prisoners under his management in the room, and he explained patiently:

"The Prison Handbook issued to us states that during their sentence, prisoners must not only undergo sincere reform and accept education, but also obey the labor reform tasks arranged by the prison."

The prisoners looked at one another, their eyes showing incomprehension and confusion.

But Chen Ya seemed exceptionally patient; he slowly walked to the bedside, took out the thick "Prison Handbook" from under the pillow, quickly flipped to the designated page, and spread the handout before everyone.

Pointing word by word for everyone to see, finally his voice was firm and powerful, his tone filled with encouragement and expectation as he concluded:

"Obeying labor reform and striving to become a new person is the duty we should fulfill as prisoners. Since we've put on these prisoner uniforms, we should live up to the responsibility on our shoulders."

The prisoners widened their eyes, their gazes all focusing on the "Prison Handbook" they had never flipped through on ordinary days, their expressions intertwining surprise and curiosity.

They looked at each other, their eyes showing an unbelievable eerie quality, as if only at that moment did they realize the Cell Block Head wasn't talking nonsense, and every word Chen Ya said had solid theoretical support.

But just reading and understanding, reasoning like this—is there really no problem?

…….

Feng Mu put on the pitch-black Guard Uniform, a coldly flickering electric baton at his waist, standing before the mirror as he scrutinized his own face.

It was a face of righteous and awe-inspiring bearing, with determined eyes; a line of subtitle prompts flitted across his brow like a ghost.

【You have successfully infiltrated the official ranks. Although you are currently only a lowly prison guard, this small step carries extraordinary symbolic meaning. Like a milestone in the river of history, it heralds that the story has opened a new chapter.】

【To put it in terms of Fate: the gears of Fate have begun to turn quietly.】

【Your Sin Index has quietly surged!】

【Your Inheritance Degree has climbed to 10%, entering a new milestone!】

【With this major breakthrough in Inheritance Degree, you have unlocked a Treasure Chest…】

Feng Mu stood quietly before that cold mirror; a flash of unbelievable light crossed his eyes. This sudden surprise was like a sudden spring bloom—unexpected and fierce.

"I've just arrived at the prison to report for duty, and I haven't done anything yet, so my Inheritance Degree went up? Is it really this simple and carefree?" he muttered, his eyes flashing with light.

Feng Mu took a deep breath; the bones beneath his cheek muscles trembled uncontrollably, as if wanting to break through skin and flesh to find an outlet for his emotions.

In an instant, Feng Mu's entire face took on a sinister and awe-inspiring air; the corners of his mouth exaggeratedly curved upward, forming an almost asymmetrical, mysterious arc:

"So that's it—a villain really needs to don official skin to be flavorful!"

(End of Chapter)