Chapter 231: The Heavenly Prison Has Its Own Rules

The name registered for the cult rebel surnamed Zhang was Zhang Daohe.

Whether the name was true or false didn't matter; what mattered was that he was Zhang Daohe, and Zhang Daohe was him.

Chen Guanlou took on such a hot potato, and his mood was very unpleasant. Just then, Shi Hong, that bastard, was boasting, running over to ridicule him. Chen Guanlou didn't indulge him, directly taking out the bill-collecting method. "Hong Tou, remember to hand in the money before getting off work today. Otherwise, I will report it to Jiang Jiang Yucheng Niu."

Shi Hong's face changed immediately. "Chen Tou, what do you mean? Others can owe, but I can't, is that it?"

Chen Guanlou looked at the other with a smile that wasn't a smile. "Yes! That's exactly what I mean. Do you have an opinion?"

"You, you..."

"You what you. If I don't see the money before getting off work, you explain it to Jiang Jiang Yucheng Niu yourself."

The cells under Shi Hong's jurisdiction had quite a few bad debts. It was said that Shi Hong had set up a business outside and misappropriated quite a bit of public funds. If Shi Hong didn't provoke him, he would do a favor and help delay it. It seemed that being too polite had made Shi Hong float. Since that was the case, naturally, he wouldn't be polite. Otherwise, if one after another climbed onto his head, they would think he was easy to bully.

He passed Shi Hong, and could even see the anger coming out of the other's nostrils. Wanting to watch him make a fool of himself, he should have weighed his own weight first.

He ordered the prison guards, "Lock the prisoner in the innermost cell and isolate him from other prisoners."

Xiao Jin asked, "The innermost cell hasn't been lived in for a long time, and in such cold weather..."

"Are you afraid he'll die? Rest assured, he won't die."

A Second Rank warrior, how could he die so easily? Moreover, he could see that the cult rebel Zhang Daohe had no intention of seeking death, but instead harbored the idea of 'heroically sacrificing himself,' very much wanting to go to the execution ground and propagate his teachings and beliefs in front of the commoners.

Very crazy!

Very manic!

Locking the person into the cell, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Chen Guanlou stood in front of the cell door and said solemnly, "I don't care what your identity was in the past or what big things you did. Since you've arrived at the Heavenly Prison, you must follow the rules of the Heavenly Prison. My rule here is only one: obey! If you don't obey, there are ways to make you wish you were dead. In addition, according to the rules, six hundred taels, not a single cent less."

Zhang Daohe didn't put Chen Guanlou in his eyes at first, but upon hearing about handing over silver, his eyebrows moved slightly. "I am penniless; if you want silver, I can give you an address, and you can go get it yourself."

Chen Guanlou laughed. "Fine, give me the address."

This time it was Zhang Daohe's turn to hesitate; the other agreed too quickly. The other couldn't possibly not know he was a Bai Lian Cult believer; the address given would mostly likely have ties to the Bai Lian Cult. Agreeing so quickly, it was mostly likely wanting to dig out the Bai Lian Cult's stronghold from his mouth, delusionally wanting to make a contribution.

Zhang Daohe snorted coldly on the spot. "A tiny prison guard, actually daring to take on the task of arresting people; truly arrogant!"

Chen Guanlou sneered. "The Six Shanmen might care about your identity as a cult rebel, but I don't care. I don't care if you are a cult rebel or not; if you don't pay, you go hungry three times a day."

"If you starve me to death, let's see how you report it."

Chen Guanlou laughed. "Zhang Daohe, haven't you figured out your situation yet? This is the Heavenly Prison; a person dying in the Heavenly Prison counts for nothing. You go ask around, which month does the Heavenly Prison not have a few people die? So what if you are Bai Lian Cult; in the Heavenly Prison, everyone is treated the same!"

"The people who should die most in this world are corrupt officials, followed by you prison guards, greedy by nature and doing all kinds of evil. This statement is truly not deceiving. You are extorting me today; aren't you afraid of having your head cut off by my cult members in the middle of the night?"

"Are you threatening me?" Chen Guanlou laughed. "Even a Third Rank official who enters the Heavenly Prison doesn't dare to speak such wild words and threaten us prison guards like you. What great courage!"

He stared at the other; it was truly more interesting the more he looked. He had the face of a commoner, but his words and actions were clearly those of someone who had long been in a high position, being flattered and revered, and unable to listen to unpleasant words.

If Zhang Daohe wasn't a high-level person of the Bai Lian Cult, he would pluck out his own eyeballs and use them as a side dish for wine.

The elites of the Six Shanmen had misjudged!

"I don't believe you really dare to kill me." Zhang Daohe was full of confidence, very proud of his identity as a Bai Lian Cult member. He knew the Six Shanmen wanted to make a contribution and couldn't let him die. As long as he didn't die, there was a chance.

Chen Guanlou chuckled; of course, he wouldn't let Zhang Daohe die; he would only make the other wish he were dead.

Starve the other for a few days first, then arrange for people from the torture room to come and use some means.

As long as he didn't enter the torture room, as long as he didn't bleed, the Six Shanmen would have no way to point fingers.

In a word, the Heavenly Prison has its own rules.

Qian Fugui gave him an idea. "Chen Tou, why not let the medical official prescribe some medicine like muscle-softening powder, and then arrange for a few rascals to go in. It will only take one night to make the one surnamed Zhang soften up and hand over the money."

Chen Guanlou:...

What kind of people did he have under his command! They could even think of such an idea.

He waved his hand. "We must walk the righteous path; we cannot walk the crooked path, and even less can we walk the sheep-gut path."

Qian Fugui scratched his head. "Chen Tou, what is the righteous path?"

There was no righteous path in the Heavenly Prison.

Chen Guanlou was speechless, unable to say a word for a moment.

He covered his face and reflected for three seconds, then returned to normal, waving his hand. "What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and go to work. Let the miscellaneous workers pick two broken quilts and send them to the one surnamed Zhang. Even if he is to freeze to death, it has to wait ten days or half a month."

"Understood!"

Qian Fugui ran away, and Xiao Jin ran to his side to grumble again. "Chen Tou, cult rebels are hot potatoes to begin with, and now there's no money to be had; isn't this working for nothing? The Six Shanmen instructed to watch him well. What counts as well? Providing good food and drink is something that costs money. That bunch of bastards in the kitchen won't cooperate well without seeing silver. How to handle this?"

If we use public funds to subsidize him, everyone will certainly be unhappy. The money remaining in the public account is used at the end of the year to pay out year-end bonuses. That is equivalent to everyone's money. Using that money on Zhang Daohe is equivalent to robbing everyone of their year-end bonuses.

Snatching people's wealth is equivalent to killing their parents.

The prison guards were full of dissatisfaction.

The Six Shanmen catching Bai Lian Cult rebels was purely a dog catching a mouse and meddling in other people's business. Why did the Six Shanmen snatch the Embroidered Uniform Guard's job? Even if they finally made a contribution, it had nothing to do with the prison guards, and the prison guards still had to pay to take care of the prisoners.

No matter how you calculate this account, it's a loss.

The prison guards looked at the Bai Lian Cult rebels, and the more they looked, the more abominable they became. It would be better to lock up a few more imprisoned officials; the imprisoned officials had high cooperation, gave silver readily, and had fewer matters. There was also no need to worry about someone breaking into the prison.

The Bai Lian Cult rebels had nothing, except for having a hard mouth.

The key was not knowing how long they would be detained. The Six Shanmen didn't have a statement either. They said it was for fishing; if this fishing lasted for a year or half a year, the Heavenly Prison would lose to death.

It would be good if they set a deadline; everyone could pinch their noses and endure it.

Chen Guanlou glared at Xiao Jin. "Where did you get so many complaints? You've only had enough to eat for a few days, and you're already not doing this and not doing that. Manage the people below well. As for the money, I will find a way myself, striving not to use the public account."

Xiao Jin felt relieved immediately; this was the sentence he wanted.

He smiled. "I knew Chen Tou's wisdom was superior, and he would definitely be able to think of a solution. Everyone was just worrying blindly, underestimating Chen Tou's ability. It's just silver; after a few sets of packages, I don't believe Zhang Daohe dares not hand over the silver. The Bai Lian Cult's reputation for gathering wealth is something I've heard of even in the Heavenly Prison." ===== CHAPTER 232 =====