Chapter 181 The Villain Must Put on Official Uniforms, Unlocking a New Milestone

Chang Wei stared at it for a few seconds, turned around and swiped the access control, walked into Ward A, and warned grimly:

"I will keep an eye on you. You'd better not let me catch any mistakes in your work. Otherwise, I will kick you out of prison without hesitation."

Feng Mu followed him into Ward A, and what he saw was a circular corridor.

The ring-shaped corridor is spacious and high, divided into three floors, upper and lower. The walls are embedded with white lights, illuminating the ground spotlessly.

On each side of the corridor were densely packed cells, each one like a cold sarcophagus embedded in the wall.

The cell door is made of iron, cold and solid. Through the small window in the door, you can vaguely see the simple beds and necessary daily necessities inside.

These cells are closely connected, and the ground is connected to high-voltage electricity, which firmly locks the body and soul of each prisoner.

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

On the second floor of the corridor, in Cell No. 211, Chen Ya clung to the cold iron bars, peering through the electrified grid calmly at the newly arrived prison guard.

Feng Mu seemed to feel the probing gaze. His eyes were steady and he squinted over quietly.

Chen Ya raised her brows slightly and thought to herself: "Is this the prison guard that the division chief wants us to get rid of?"

Feng Mu's eyes were like a bottomless pool, and he said a silent greeting from the distance:

"Captain of my A-level tactical team, yes, this prison is the stage I built for you. I hope you will like it, haha——"

Wang Jiao walked slowly to the window, his throat rolled slightly, he swallowed, then turned to the cell leader, lowered his voice and asked:

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

Chen Ya nodded slightly, with a slightly weird expression on his face: "Well, he is slightly more handsome in person than in the photo. The curvature of his chin is 3 degrees wider, and his cheekbones are a bit fuller. It's strange. Did you have some minor plastic surgery after taking the photo?"

"Ah?" Wang Jiao was stunned.

Chen Ya smiled and said: "It's okay, it should be him."

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

"Cellmaster, do we really have to follow the instructions of the division chief? Killing a prison guard in prison is not an easy matter."

Chen Ya's eyes lingered on Wang's anxious face for a moment, and her tone was serious:

"Well, in Area A, the division chief's orders are the highest. If we follow his instructions, there will be nothing wrong. Besides, since he trusts me and lets me serve as the cell leader, we must pay attention to credibility. Do it.”

Wang Jiao looked at Chen Ya and seemed to feel that he did not fully understand his concerns, so he had to speak more clearly:

"Cellmaster, what I'm worried about is that once we deal with the prison guard, the division chief may become ruthless and use us to take the blame or even treat us as victims."

Chen Ya's expression was calm. He admitted that Wang Jiao's concerns were justified. Otherwise, why didn't the division chief do it himself? Instead, he had to go around in a big circle and set up a trap to let a group of new prisoners cause trouble.

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

"I understand, but as prisoners, we should complete the work assigned by the division chief. This is our responsibility."

"After that, if the division chief has evil intentions, let's reason with him again. I believe he will wake up. Well, you don't have to worry too much, and don't think so bad of others."

Chen Ya paused and concluded with a smile: "This world is always reasonable."

Wang Jiao's mouth opened in an O shape in surprise, as if he had heard for the first time at this moment that the world could actually be reasonable.

He felt bitter in his heart. If this was really the case, how could he have suffered injustice, been framed and framed and come to study further.

Wang Jiao was not willing to attack the prison guards. This was not out of conscience, but because he did not want to become someone else's scapegoat again and bear the blame for the unbearable weight of his life.

Wang Jiao's eyes stayed on the cell leader's determined face for a moment, and he couldn't help but recall the overwhelming heat wave next to the incinerator. Sweat gradually gathered on his forehead.

He hesitated, but finally spoke, with a hint of uncontrollable confusion in his voice:

"Prison leader, I don't quite understand. We are just prisoners serving our sentences here. Why do you always emphasize that it is our responsibility to complete the tasks assigned by the division chief?"

Chen Ya turned around, his eyes fell gently on Wang Jiao, and at the same time he glanced at the other prisoners under his management in the room, and patiently explained:

"The prison manual issued to us states that during their sentence, prisoners must not only conscientiously reform and receive education, but must also obey the labor reform tasks arranged by the prison."

The prisoners looked at each other with confusion and confusion in their eyes.

Chen Ya, however, seemed extremely patient. He walked slowly to the bedside, took out the thick "Prison Manual" from under the pillow, then quickly turned to the designated page, and spread the manual flat in front of everyone.

He pointed it out to everyone word by word. Finally, his voice was firm and powerful, with encouragement and expectation in his tone, and he concluded:

"Submitting to labor reform and striving for a new life are the responsibilities of prisoners. Since we wear this prison body, we should be worthy of our responsibilities."

The prisoners stared with their eyes wide open, their gazes focused on the "Prison Manual" that they had never read before, their faces intertwined with surprise and curiosity.

They looked at each other, their eyes revealed an incredible weirdness, as if at that moment, they realized that the prison boss was not talking nonsense, and every word of Chen Ya had a solid theoretical support.

Is it really okay to just read and understand like this, to make sense?

…….

Feng Mu changed into a dark prison guard uniform, with a cold electric baton on his waist, standing in front of the mirror, he examined his face.

It was a righteous face, with a firm look in his eyes, and a line of prompt subtitles between his eyebrows quietly passed by like a ghost.

[You have successfully infiltrated the official team. Although you are only a lowly prison guard at present, this small step carries extraordinary symbolic significance. It is like a milestone in the long river of history, which indicates that the story has opened a new prelude. ]

[To understand it in the words of fate: the gears of fate have begun to turn quietly. ]

[Your sin index has quietly soared! ]

[Your inheritance has climbed to 10%, entering a new milestone! ]

[With the major breakthrough in inheritance, you unlocked the treasure chest...]

Feng Mu stood quietly in front of the cold mirror, with a glimmer of disbelief in his eyes. This sudden surprise was like a sudden tide of flowers in spring, unexpected and fierce.

"I just reported to the prison, and I haven't done anything yet, but my inheritance has risen. Is it so simple?" He muttered to himself, his eyes flashing.

Feng Mu took a deep breath, and the bones under his cheek muscles were trembling slightly uncontrollably, as if he wanted to break through the flesh and find an outlet for his emotions.

In an instant, Feng Mu's whole face became evil, and the corners of his mouth rose exaggeratedly, forming an almost asymmetrical and mysterious arc:

"So, the villain has to wear an official skin to be interesting!"