Chapter 182

Crack— a crisp sound echoed beside Feng Mu's ear, as if an ancient bronze treasure chest had been violently pried open, revealing a long-sealed secret.

【Congratulations on obtaining the following generous rewards:

1. Special Skill Point *1, adding bricks and tiles to your abilities.

2. One Gene Injection D-Grade, containing the power of evolution, awaiting your activation.

3. Equipment Slot Unlock, accompanied by one C-Grade Lottery Ticket.

4. You obtained.....】

Clang—

The changing room door was suddenly shoved open violently, and Tian Tao's burly figure came into view.

His brows were tightly knit, his face carried a hint of impatience, his voice rather coarse: "Truly slow, changing clothes this sluggishly, you shouldn't have come to No. 2 Prison, you should apply for transfer to No. 6 Prison."

The Nine Districts have nine large prisons in total, among which No. 6 Prison is the women's prison.

The reward reception process was interrupted, Feng Mu lightly turned his head, his gaze landing on Tian Tao, Captain of Section A, No. 1 Prison District.

A trace of apologetic expression floated on his face, his voice gentle and humble: "Sorry, Captain, I accidentally delayed a bit while tidying my belt."

Section A is divided into three levels according to the corridor tiers, each level patrolled and managed by a group of prison guards, simultaneously, each level is equipped with a Captain.

Feng Mu was assigned to the second level, and the one standing before him at this moment was precisely his direct superior Captain Tian Tao, also District Chief Chang Wei's confidant.

Tian Tao coldly snorted in contempt, his short and sturdy frame like a restless bull calf, turned and slammed the door panel open again.

At the same time, he said in an extremely impatient tone: "Follow me, I'll walk you through the work process. You'd better engrave all of this in your brain in one go."

"How come I feel the leaders in this prison all have such big tempers, you guys should collectively transfer to No. 6 Prison to vent."

Feng Mu followed close behind, gently closed the door, merely thinking benevolently in his heart,

"Forget it, me coming is the same, I'll just work harder from now on, help you vent all that fire clean."

Feng Mu is a helpful person, he looked at Tian Tao's back without a trace of annoyance, instead his eyes brimmed with "affection", as if looking at a solid mobile upgrade experience package.

"Right, I just put on the most ordinary guard uniform, and the Inheritance Degree moved accordingly, and above me there's still Captain, District Chief, Zone Chief, Prison Warden...... then from now on, won't my Inheritance Degree rise with the tide, climbing steadily higher?!!"

Feng Mu's eyes seemed to have scorching magma flowing, he looked at this cold prison, looked at the passing faces of prisoners or colleagues, only feeling an unprecedented warmth all over.

Feng Mu suddenly realized: "My previous understanding was too superficial, turns out, not only can prisoners become nutrients for my growth, every colleague and leader of mine in the prison, their bodies likewise contain rich nutritional value."

At this moment, Feng Mu felt his ideological awareness sublimated to the utmost, he finally comprehended the most efficient method to raise 【Inheritance Degree】 — promotion!

"Don official robes to do things well, the bigger the official uniform, the easier to do things, didn't expect even the system can't escape vulgarity, this tm is the unbreakable truth of the world." Feng Mu comprehended.

After Feng Mu's clear understanding, the core outline for 【Inheritance Degree】 leveling floated in his heart:

"Must kill many, official uniform must be big, both hands must grasp, both hands must be hard, neither can be lacking."

Tian Tao inexplicably felt a chill down his spine, he turned his head and glared at Feng Mu: "What are you looking at?"

Feng Mu honestly replied: "Captain's uniform looks better than mine."

"Of course, prison uniforms are all made to spec, the fabric on mine is many times more expensive than yours." Tian Tao's expression eased slightly, then he snapped: "Less bootlicking, useless, know that."

The entire morning, Feng Mu closely followed Tian Tao's steps, meticulously learning the prison district's daily work process.

Although Tian Tao's attitude appeared exceptionally vile, Feng Mu maintained an unusually respectful and rule-abiding demeanor.

He always held a small notebook in hand, timely recording every word of Tian Tao's dictated work process, all meticulously noted down.

This scene, like a silent drama, entered the sight of numerous prisoners and prison guards, their faces showing various expressions, some surprise, some curiosity, also some utter disregard.

On the third level of the corridor, Chang Wei stood before the railing, coldly overlooking the scene on the opposite second level.

Feng Mu's performance reminded him of Ma Xuan's performance when he first entered the prison.

Back then, Ma Xuan was just like Feng Mu now, carrying a notebook every day following closely behind him, loyal and diligent.

Time flies, now Ma Xuan is no longer his follower, has already sat on equal footing with him, even in Zone Chief Zhou Hu's eyes, Ma Xuan gained more praise and importance than himself.

Chang Wei contemptuously curled his mouth corner, tone revealing unconcealed mockery:

"Merely putting on an act, pity, we already sentenced you to death long ago, this play of yours won't last many days, also destined to have no audience."

However, Chang Wei evidently never realized, putting on an act itself is a rare skill, not everyone can master it.

And who said no one watches this play, Feng Mu's performance, was never performed for him or Zhou Hu and those few people.

"What are you writing?"

Tian Tao suddenly turned his head, snatched the notebook from Feng Mu's hand, casually flipped two pages, coldly laughed twice, tore the ink-filled pages, crumpled them into scraps and threw them on the ground.

"Writing in a notebook to fool ghosts, every word I say you must remember in your brain." Tian Tao said rudely.

Finished speaking, Tian Tao tossed the shredded notebook back to Feng Mu, coldly shouted: "This is a prison, not a school, rotten pen has no use, you want to manage prisoners well rely not on pen, but electric baton."

Tian Tao drew the electric baton from his waist, heavily smashed it once on Cell 211's iron bars, boom a muffled sound, zzzt electric arcs flashing.

The prisoners inside the cell were all startled into standing up by this sudden action, their bodies tense, eyes revealing fear and unease.

Tian Tao expressionlessly twisted open the cell door, he glanced at the number sewn on the prisoner's chest, voice incomparably cold and ruthless:

"0217, you've been transferred here three days, outside still no one deposited money for you, you planning to eat for free in prison?"

Prisoner 0217's face turned deathly pale, trembling voice: "My family are all gone, friends' phones all can't get through, money in my bank card all withdrawn."

Tian Tao coldly laughed: "Your card money too little, only enough for this month's lodging fee, not enough for food expenses."

Prisoner 0217 seemed to want to argue something, but Tian Tao had already lost patience, his voice turned sinister and cold, cutting off the prisoner's words:

"Since outside no relatives, that means, in this world, no one cares whether you live or die, right?"

Words barely fallen, electric baton suddenly swung down, emitting a series of dull thuds, like striking a drum.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Three short forceful impacts, followed by a heart-palpitating crisp crack, 0217's forehead caved in, split open a shocking bloody pit.

His body then fell backward, heavily crashing to the ground, face charred black by electric shock.

Tian Tao squatted down, used 0217's prison uniform to wipe off the filthy blood on the electric baton, then slowly stood up, saying to Feng Mu who seemed frightened motionless:

"Remember, this is your most important job every day inside the prison — collecting money!"

Tian Tao patted Feng Mu's shoulder with his blood-stained hand, eerily said:

"Unlike the other prisons in the Nine Districts, our No. 2 Prison doesn't receive subsidies from the Executive Government; it's self-run and self-funded, so they are our providers — whether we can eat depends on whether you serve your providers well."

Feng Mu's eyes flickered violently.

Tian Tao coldly laughed: "210, 211, 212, 213, 214 — these five cells are yours to manage from now on. Every Monday you hand in the counted money uniformly, recorded as Raid performance; if you don't meet the standard, wages get docked, so you'd better not let the brothers go hungry because of you, understood?"

(End of Chapter)