Chapter 296: Full-Scale Attack, Not a Single One Left

Silence reigned in the room.

The atmosphere had been built up to this point; even a fool could guess what was about to happen.

Some of them showed deep sorrow in their eyes, while others revealed uncontainable anger.

Yet no matter what they thought, their lips seemed sewn shut with thread, and not a single person truly spoke.

Even Zhao Xing, kneeling on the ground, had stopped crying for the moment; his red-rimmed eyes stared unblinkingly at Qian Huan, his gaze stiff and complex.

The technical prison guard suddenly raised his hand, breaking the silence in the room: "Prison Warden, there is an abnormality in the surveillance footage of Area 217; a prisoner has made a negotiation request."

Qian Huan looked expressionlessly at the surveillance screen, and the footage of Area 217 was immediately enlarged; what came into view was precisely the prisoner who had just snapped Wang Fei's neck.

The latter seemed to be one of the ringleaders of this riot; behind him gathered a group of prisoners equally covered in blood, and before them lay a stack of seven or eight prison guards piled up like sacks.

Each had their limbs broken, leaving only their heads limp and tilted back, facing the cameras from every angle.

At first glance, the scene resembled a twisted monster, with seven or eight agonized, distorted heads and dozens of twisted hands and feet, shocking and horrifying.

At this moment, the technical prison guard finally succeeded in searching for and retrieving the ringleader's file data from the system; he read quickly:

"Zhang Xiao, male, thirty-seven years old, imprisoned last July."

"Previously a member of the Pioneer Team under Tian Yu Real Estate, because during the xxx Hidden Gate pioneering operation he discovered..., and finally, due to uneven division of spoils causing six deaths and seven injuries, he was later arrested by the Jing Si..."

While the technical prison guard reported, the image in the surveillance changed.

Zhang Xiao leaped up, jumping like a toad onto the chest of the guard piled on top; then he squatted down, and with two long arms like an ape's, he casually reached down and found a terrified head making a "squeaking chicken" sound.

Hearing the piercing "squeaking chicken" sound, Zhang Xiao's face showed an intoxicated smile; he slightly raised his chin, his gaze almost level with the camera.

His voice was deep and fierce, revealing undisguisable cruelty:

"You at the other end of the surveillance, you are watching, right? Agree to our next few demands, otherwise, I will, right in front of you, remove their heads one by one."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiao's body suddenly lunged forward, almost pressing his entire face against the camera; in an instant, the surveillance screen was completely occupied by his ferocious eyeball.

That huge screen, as tall as a person, was now filled with a blood-red eyeball covered in blood vessels; those blood vessels as thick as arms, like coiled veins, flickered with a ghastly red light under the screen's illumination.

The technical prison guard sitting at the computer was startled by this sudden "face-to-face kill," his heart pounding wildly; his body swayed, he lost his balance, and together with the chair, he fell backward, emitting a dull thud.

"First demand, prepare some human-edible food for the brothers; we've been fed that shit-like slop for years, the brothers are craving meat now, and now when they see a person, their eyes glow red."

"Remember, don't try any tricks, don't mix all sorts of random things into the food. Otherwise, hum..."

"Second demand, bring in some clean clothes, and also brushes and soap; damn it, the brothers finally crawled out of the cesspit with great difficulty, they must wash up properly and change into clean clothes."

"Third demand, after the brothers have eaten and drunk their fill, block those machine gun embrasures at the passage entrance back into the wall for me; otherwise, the brothers will have to use them as sandbags to block the gun embrasures."

"Remember, they are all still alive now, but if they are all dead by later, then it will be you who killed them, Maniacal Laughter—"

"Fourth."

The public broadcast stopped abruptly; Qian Huan stormed to the table in anger, his two fists smashing the noisy speaker on the table; instantly, not a single word of the prisoner's voice could be heard.

Negotiation? Doesn't exist!

Qian Huan had already made his decision in his heart:

"Continuing to listen to the prisoners rant here cannot save the guards inside, and will also disturb the hearts of people outside."

"I cannot save the guards inside; the deaths of these hundred-plus guards will eventually be blamed on me, and then the prison system from top to bottom will definitely have opinions about me; there's no way around it."

"So I cannot hesitate anymore; I can only go down a single path to the end, and use the most brutal suppression and blood wash to regain my authority!"

To be able to quickly choose a path in an emergency, in the worst of circumstances, regardless of whether it is right or wrong, and execute it firmly immediately—this ability itself surpasses more than ninety percent of people in the world.

From this perspective, the reason Qian Huan was selected by Feng Mu to be pushed to the forefront was not only because of his background and the resources he could mobilize; his personal intelligence and talent were equally extraordinary, worthy of being called outstanding.

Qian Huan decisively pressed the switch on the microphone, leaned his body forward, his lips almost pressed against the microphone, and his angry roar burst out along with his saliva.

That roar passed through the microphone, flowed through the wires, and instantly spread to dozens of amplifier speakers throughout the prison; in a moment, the entire prison was shrouded in a terrifying echo:

"I am Qian Huan, Prison Warden of the Second Prison; regarding this prison riot, I am very pained, but the Second Prison will never bow to any prisoner; prison order must never be allowed to be provoked, and I have a zero-tolerance attitude toward the riot."

"No compromise, no negotiation, only blood wash!"

"Use the blood and corpses of these scum to mourn the colleagues who sacrificed in the Second Prison; we will forever remember and miss them."

The entire prison fell into complete dead silence; whether prisoners or guards, whether they were at the focus of the camera or hiding outside the camera, everyone's facial expressions seemed frozen by time, eerily solidified.

Qian Huan took a deep breath, suddenly opened his mouth, as if he were swallowing the entire microphone into his mouth, and roared angrily:

"Now I order—full-scale attack, not a single one left!"

Time seemed to stand still for another second; the blood-red eyeball on the large screen contracted and trembled; Qian Huan turned his head and glared at everyone with extreme ferocity, saying cruelly:

"I want to dig out this eyeball, soak it in a glass jar, and place it on my office desk to slowly appreciate."

Everyone felt Qian Huan's undeniable determination; on one hand, they felt chilled by Qian Huan's ruthlessness, but on the other hand, they were also subdued by the prison warden's coldness.

Only Feng Mu always had a face full of compassion; he slowly squatted down, helped up the technical prison guard who had fallen to the ground, and said gently to that face still shocked out of its wits:

"It's okay, being afraid is not your fault; that is just the instinct of the body's emergency protection; don't feel ashamed; you have already done very well."

The technical prison guard, ignored by everyone but helped up by Feng Mu, had a face swollen with suppressed emotion; he silently cast a grateful look at Feng Mu.

Feng Mu smiled at him, then stood at attention, and with a solemn face said loudly to Qian Huan:

"Prison Warden, I am willing to retrieve that eye for you!"

(Chapter End)