Chapter 111: The Big Person

Changed personnel? Lin Qing was startled.

In that instant, many past doubts surfaced in his mind—he suddenly understood something.

“Master.”

Chen Guang’s voice echoed in his mind: “Based on current information, I’ve deduced the general situation. You might want to listen.”

Lin Qing feigned ignorance, calmly opened a pack of fresh juice, and sat down to drink.

“This Undersea Broken Stele Prison is meant to detain extraterrestrial smugglers who committed crimes, but some of these smugglers have immense backgrounds—even after committing serious offenses, they don’t serve their sentences properly here.”

Chen Guang analyzed: “The ‘Gong Leping’ you saw on the plane was actually a high-profile prisoner inside this prison. Unable to endure the monotony, he bribed Cheng Cong to bring in a Gong Leping who practiced the Free Body Combat Art, making him impersonate the real Gong Leping to serve time, while the real prisoner assumed Gong Leping’s appearance and escaped the prison.”

She paused, “The prison’s rule requires a DNA check every 16th of the month—something even Free Body Transformation can’t bypass. As for fingerprint and iris verification, extraterrestrial civilizations have no trouble overcoming those.”

Lin Qing fell into thought.

He pulled out his phone, pretending to play a game, and typed a line: ‘Why assign new inspectors?’

“Because the Inspection Headquarters is most lenient with new inspectors.”

Chen Guang said: “New inspectors only need to focus on training. You and Gong Leping, who’ve mastered the original Combat Art, don’t even need to attend training—you’re among the most free in the Training Division.”

Lin Qing suddenly understood.

There really are recreational facilities on the island, and you can even apply to leave.

The living conditions are far better than inside the prison.

So this explains why Cheng Cong approached him with those topics—it was all preparation?

If he truly needs points, he’ll make him impersonate some high-profile prisoner and help serve time in his place?

“So this is how it works…” Lin Qing silently marveled.

“This kind of transaction isn’t just one or two people—it’s a full system.”

Chen Guang said: “For new inspectors, gathering a thousand points is already hard. If helping serve time easily grants points, many would agree.”

After careful thought, Lin Qing realized it made sense.

For new inspectors, a single mission usually yields only 5–20 points; over a year, they might earn only a couple hundred.

If you can easily earn hundreds of points by serving just one month in prison, it’s not much of a sacrifice.

But it comes with the risk of being discovered, and the risk that the impersonated prisoner never returns.

Lin Qing couldn’t help sighing inwardly.

No wonder, after arriving at Headquarters, despite the seemingly peaceful life in the Training Division, his Order Level only rose by 2.5 levels.

Probably…

Because the Training Division hides a group of criminals impersonating new inspectors.

“Even extraterrestrial smugglers who’ve become prisoners still act so arrogantly…”

Lin Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, “It seems these extraterrestrials truly don’t regard Earth’s civilization as anything significant…”

He understood now.

God Island, Broken Stele Prison, Blood Battle City, the Morhe.

All four monitoring zones were established by Zhi Star Group—otherwise, Earth’s civilization might not even have the capability to capture these extraterrestrial smugglers.

After all… Earth had only just rebuilt order after the Catastrophe, and the gap between it and these cosmic civilizations remained enormous.

“Once I have enough strength, I’ll expose these imposters.”

Lin Qing pondered silently, glancing at Cheng Cong, who was smiling and chatting nearby, then narrowed his eyes.

Actually, finding these prisoners wouldn’t be difficult.

Zhao Jiayi is a telepathy-awakened individual who can sense life field intensity and distinguish gene-awakened individuals.

In the Headquarters’ Training Division, most are merely patrol captains and officers from various regions—gene-awakened individuals are extremely rare.

Even if there are gene-awakened individuals, most quickly become First-Star Elite Inspectors.

These extraterrestrial prisoners are all gene-awakened individuals.

Even if they disguise themselves as new inspectors, even if they fool detection devices and cover every detail, their life field cannot be faked.

A single telepathic sweep by Zhao Jiayi would reveal everything.

Then, check who has mastered the Free Body series Combat Art to the instinctive level—basically, you’ll know for sure.

The only problem is, Zhao Jiayi’s telepathy awakening must not be exposed—that requires careful planning.

“If I just take down one of them, my Order Level should reach Level 10, right?”

Lin Qing couldn’t help feeling eager, but he knew this couldn’t be rushed.

…

That night.

Cheng Cong silently approached Cell No. 1 on the first floor, B Zone.

After opening the heavy cell door, he stepped inside.

Once the door closed, Cheng Cong bowed respectfully to the prisoner inside: “Lord Yehong.”

The prisoner seated on the bed resembled a human, but his ears were much larger and his build towering—nearly two meters tall.

Though shackled with handcuffs and leg irons, he lounged as if not imprisoned, but on vacation or experiencing life.

“What was Lin Qing’s reaction?”

Yehong said with interest: “Can we bring him in? There are still several big figures in this prison who want to get out and breathe some fresh air.”

“There’s a chance,” Cheng Cong said. “He’s a new inspector—he knows how hard points and merit are to earn. Offer enough temptation, and he won’t refuse.”

“Then hurry up. Mr. Boke in Zone A is already waiting.”

Yehong yawned lazily: “Don’t say I didn’t warn you—he’s the descendant of a major figure in our Dilarxi civilization, and he came from our homeworld. Someone like you couldn’t even enter our homeworld, let alone land a security job on a frontier planet.”

Cheng Cong bowed his head: “Thank you, Lord Yehong, for your guidance.”

“Hmm. Do your job well.”

Yehong glanced at him: “You should work hard too. When my home civilization arrives in five years, I’ll vouch for you—you can immigrate.”

“Yes.” Cheng Cong, thrilled, became even more respectful.

He quickly said: “Tomorrow I’ll persuade Lin Qing properly. It’s his fortune—he has no reason to refuse.”

Yehong grunted: “Let Mr. Boke meet him tomorrow. No rush—he’s still training your civilization’s Free Body Combat Art. He’ll probably finish soon enough.”

“So fast?” Cheng Cong marveled. “Mr. Boke has only trained this art for less than a month, hasn’t he?”

Yehong waved dismissively: “Mr. Boke is a genius even in our Dilarxi civilization. Had Zhi Star not discovered him, imprisoned him in this deep-sea prison, and injected him with life-suppressing agents to halt his evolution, he’d have broken out long ago on his own.”

Cheng Cong was secretly startled—and even more curious.

Why would a genius with such a promising future back home come to Earth?

But he knew that if he didn’t seize this opportunity, in five years, he and his family’s fate would be worse than these prisoners’.

For that, even betraying his fellow Earthlings meant nothing to him.

“Sorry—I’m human, but I’m also a person…” he murmured silently to himself.

… The next day.

The 17th of every month was the recreation day for prisoners on the first floor of the Broken Stele Prison.

Calling it “recreation” was generous—it merely meant opening the cell doors and allowing prisoners on the first floor to move around the central courtyard.

After all, this was underwater—escape was extremely difficult.

Even if one could withstand the seven-thousand-meter water pressure, one couldn't swim far before being surrounded and captured by the special submarine "Deep Sea Guardian" patrolling this sea area.

During recreation, inspectors from Headquarters stood guard nearby.

Besides Lin Qing’s group of ten inspectors, two other inspection teams were also present.

Guards rotated every two days—a measure by Inspection Headquarters to prevent collusion between inspectors and prisoners.

After all, inspectors’ main role was surveillance and suppression; all other duties were handled by the prison’s AI system.

Lin Qing, like the other inspectors, watched the extraterrestrial prisoners from around the courtyard.

Seeing so many extraterrestrials gathered together was truly striking—too bad photography was forbidden.

But what intrigued him more was—

“Why so many smugglers?” Lin Qing muttered to himself.

Chen Guang clearly understood he was asking her, and replied: “Unclear. My father studied it too, but could only confirm some smugglers are fugitives wanted by their own civilizations—perhaps seeking refuge on Earth. Some are extraterrestrial geniuses, but the reasons remain unknown.”

Lin Qing couldn’t help feeling helpless.

No wonder a patrol system had to be established—so many extraterrestrial smugglers were hiding on Earth; a comprehensive search was necessary.

“Lin Qing.”

Suddenly, Cheng Cong walked over, smiling: “A big figure wants to meet you. Come with me.”

So it’s coming? Lin Qing’s heart stirred—he didn’t refuse, and immediately followed Cheng Cong downstairs.

Passing by individual cells, the two reached the door of Cell No. 1 downstairs, where several others stood guard.

Lin Qing instantly recognized their shared traits.

Tall, all over 1.9 meters, and with ears much larger than Earth humans’.

Probably the same humanoid race?

The prisoners, seeing Cheng Cong and Lin Qing approach, coldly sized them up.

“What are you staring at?” Lin Qing snapped. “Stand back!”

Just a bunch of prisoners—criminals who had caused trouble on Earth. So what if they’re aliens? All these prisoners wore handcuffs and leg irons connected to the prison’s suppression system; they couldn’t exert much force. Any attempt to resist would trigger a lethal electric current through their bodies—utterly powerless to fight back.

The prisoners’ expressions darkened, each fixing Lin Qing with cold, hostile stares.

“Lin Qing.”

Cheng Cong was startled and quickly grabbed Lin Qing, urging, “Forget it, forget it—that big shot’s inside. Let’s go in first.”

The prisoners cast one more glance at Lin Qing, then silently stepped aside, revealing the cell behind them.

Lin Qing looked inside the cell and saw a massive fat man, at least two meters tall, sitting on the floor like a small mountain of flesh, surrounded by piles of food—especially chocolate, stacked in heaps.

He really is a “big” shot.

Lin Qing narrowed his eyes slightly but didn’t question how the man had acquired so many snacks.

Whether or not it violated rules or laws, everything was under the control of the prison’s intelligent system.

Since this prisoner, the “big shot,” could obtain so many snacks under surveillance, he must have done so in a compliant manner.

“You’re Lin Qing?”

The fat man’s narrow, squinting eyes studied Lin Qing, then he suddenly smiled: “Good. I like geniuses. Remember my name—I’m Bok.”

Lin Qing frowned slightly.

Was this alien fat man treating him like a substitute prisoner?

“Alright, let him go.” The fat man waved his hand, then grabbed a large chunk of chocolate and shoved it into his mouth, crunching loudly.

Cheng Cong immediately nodded and pulled Lin Qing away.

Lin Qing didn’t mind—he’d wanted to learn more anyway. He’d known since boarding the plane that there was no avoiding this.

Cheng Cong led Lin Qing all the way to a private interrogation room.

After closing the door, Lin Qing frowned and said, “Group Leader Cheng, what’s this about?”

“Sit down. You just saw it.”

Cheng Cong sat and sighed: “That fat man is Bok. He’s also an illegal immigrant from an extraterrestrial civilization—but his background is enormous. His civilization is incomparably more advanced than ours. Do you think his situation resembles that of a prisoner?”

“That’s a prisoner?” Lin Qing shook his head slightly and didn’t sit.

“Exactly.”

Cheng Cong sighed: “This big shot’s origins are too immense. Even if he commits grave offenses, Zhi Star Group would never kill him. What can we do?”

He looked at Lin Qing and asked: “If you had a thousand points, would you accept living like him for a month?”

“A thousand points?” Lin Qing looked at Cheng Cong in surprise.

Where would he get points? “Group Leader Cheng, just say what you mean,” Lin Qing said gravely.

“Simple,” Cheng Cong smiled. “I want you to impersonate that big shot, live in that cell for a month in his place.”

Lin Qing stared at him, silent for a moment, then said: “Aren’t you afraid I’ll report you?”

“You’re a smart man,” Cheng Cong replied with a calm smile.

Lin Qing shook his head: “He’s too fat, too huge. How am I supposed to look like that?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Cheng Cong smiled. “The simplified version of the Zizai Body martial art can’t do it—but you’ve mastered the original Zizai Body technique. I’ve trained in it too. I know it’s possible for you.”

Lin Qing frowned slightly.

“I know this is a hard decision,” Cheng Cong sighed. “But think carefully—if you rely on yourself, how long will it take to earn a thousand points?”

He stood up, glanced at Lin Qing, and said: “Think it over carefully.”

Lin Qing sat down, stole a sidelong glance at Cheng Cong, and said nothing more.

If this were a regular patrol officer, he might have agreed.

Living comfortably in prison for a month in exchange for a thousand points was a huge temptation.

But how could he possibly agree?

“Lin Qing, there’s a chance the other party will act inside the prison. Are you planning to strike first?”

Chen Guang’s voice echoed in his mind: “It’s not wise, but I can try to interfere with the prison’s intelligent system and temporarily disable it for a short time.”

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