Oh... Wait for me to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, and intimidate the prison?
Today is no good.
Iām carrying too much Evil Qi; need to restrain it a bit.
When the Evil Qi fades, Iāll come help you chop some people.
For now, Iāll just check if there are any demons around, scope out the place.
Snatch up a few high-HP serious offenders and death-row prisoners, to avoid others getting the jump and killing them first. What a waste that would be.
A prison guard is running inside to report to Qian Guxing.
The rest are crowding around Fang Yu, following him inside.
"Diao Deyi is here!"
"The God of Killing is here!!"
"The God of Killing is back!!"
"Quiet! Quiet!! If that God of Killing looks this way later, and you want to kill yourself, donāt drag me down with you!!"
"Holy shit! Is that the legendary Prison God of Killing?! Quick, quick, quick, use your photographic memory to remember that personās face, and later we can put together a feature on the celebrities of this prison!"
"Big Brother, Big Brother, I did nothing wrong, donāt kill me, donāt kill me!"
"Wah wah wah wahāā"
Strange, why are there the sounds of a child crying.
Who is it thatās been captured, and theyāve taken the whole family, confiscating their property, huh??
And whatās this about a feature on the celebrities?
Damn, are these players??
Fang Yu glanced over.
All he saw was a huddle of frail and sick people in a corner; his mere presence scared them into a noisy frenzy, leaving Fang Yu utterly speechless.
Do I really look that frightening??
Look at the HP bars.
[Xuan Zhi Ming: 68/68.]
[Xuan Sha: 85/85.]
[Xuan Shenjun: 72/72.]
[Xuan Zhiyi: 57/57.]
Among the group, two of them with wide, spirited eyes watched his every move as if to etch his appearance into their memory.
[Xuan Ping: 18/18.]
[Xuan Lan: 54/54.]
Oh?
Thereās actually a player with over 50 HP??
Not bad, theyāve made quick progress.
Fang Yu didnāt know whether this person represented the average level among players.
HP is just the beginner-level standard of the Flower rank.
HP is the intermediate level of the Flower rank.
As for my tens of thousands of virtual HP, thatās not a standard to go by; if we really convert, Iām barely at the strength of a Thousand Blood Warrior, not even at the peak of that realm.
Either way, thereās still a huge gap in strength compared to such players.
However, these two guys are already salted fish, locked up in prison; who knows how many days theyāll be stuck here without incident.
Clearly not the type of player who grinds for their strength.
Probably casual players.
Just now they were talking about doing a feature; their main gig is probably running some self-media operation on the forums, making money off information.
Not the same league as us high-end professional players.
Fang Yu withdrew his gaze.
Their HP is decent, but if he were to take action against them, they still wouldnāt meet his standards.
Not now, and certainly not before when he enteredāthe prison was basically devoid of anyone with three-digit HP. They simply werenāt worth his effort.
"Whatās the situation with these people?"
Fang Yu asked casually.
The nearby prison guard quickly responded.
"Sir, these are people from the Xuan Mansion. The Xuan family had an incident earlier, splitting internally, battling for power, so we captured a bunch of them. These are part of that group."
The Xuan family?
Fang Yu suddenly remembered a bit.
It seems that the night he fought with Lin Wu, it was the Xuan familyās mansion that caught fire.
However, heās not exactly clear on the details, as after he returned home Ding Hui faked his death, his elder sister was captured, and Fang Yu had no time to care about other peopleās troubles.
Even now, with the prison guard mentioning it, Fang Yu didnāt really take notice.
After all, itās only the Grade C prison area, and the quality of the prisoners is lacking.
"Sir, weāre wronged, please let us out!"
"Sir, if you release us, Xuan Mansion will follow your lead!"
Seeing that Fang Yu, this God of Killing, isnāt killing, and appears to hold a very high position, several old men from the Xuan family quickly spoke up.
But Fang Yu remained indifferent.
He has minions from the Foolish Underworld at his command and the power of demons to drive; why would he need these people?
Striding forward, he continued on his way.
Ahead, another group of prisoners was locked up in their cells.
Unlike the Xuan family prisoners with their loud roaring and shouting,
these prisoners trembled at the sight of Fang Yu, too terrified to utter a sound due to the fearsome reputation of the āGod of Killing,ā worried about drawing Fang Yuās notice.
Fang Yu merely glanced over them casually.
[Qin Hansong: 11/11.]
[Dian Baiman: 18/18.]
[Gou Qingyi: 32/32.]
[Huang Qixin: 10/10.]
[Ying Gaomin: 15/15.]
Fang Yu grinned wryly.
A series of low health names gave him somewhat of a headache.
Darn it, with his own strength having soared to twenty thousand health points, the prison still held these low-quality prisoners.
Come on, step up your game, why not introduce the dynamic leveling system unique to games?
Fang Yu pondered that even if he wiped out all the prisoners in this part of the prison with a sweep of his palm, he would only gain three to five hundred health points.
However, the evil qi he would accumulate could cost him his life at any moment, an absolute loss.
Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
Thud!!
The echo reverberated down the corridor.
The prison guards behind him hastily stopped as well, looking bewilderedly at Fang Yu.
But then they saw him turn around and stride purposefully towards a cell.
"Huang Qixin? Xiao Huang?"
Fang Yu hesitated before speaking.
The guards peered through Fang Yuās figure toward the cell.
Inside was a man with disheveled long hair, dressed in tattered prisonerās clothes, incessantly scratching and smearing something on the wall with a stone.
Although the stone left marks on the wall, there was no moonlight in the grim prison cell to reveal what he was doing.
Upon hearing Fang Yuās voice, that Huang Qixin halted his actions, turned around with some confusion, and looked toward the young man outside the iron bars.
Brushing aside his filthy long hair that seemed unwashed for many days, his expression went from puzzlement to widened eyes, and then emotion surged.
"Youāre that warden! Youāre that warden!!"
This man was none other than Xiao Huang from Detective Workshop, Huang Qixin.
The player who, for no apparent reason, showed a keen interest in investigating cases and demonstrated a knack for it.
Fang Yu had previously left some silver taels for the Detective Workshop to keep them investigating Brother Chaās whereabouts.
Who would have thought, after learning significant information from the demon, he didnāt follow up with their progress?
And now, unexpectedly, heād run into the lad in prison again.
Fang Yu had a rather good opinion of this fellow.
Sharp-witted and with exceptional investigative skills, he possesses strong logical analysis abilities.
But as for his strength...
Geesh, when they first met, he had what, 8 points of health?
After so long, heās barely crawled up to a double-digit 10 health points.
Were you not mixing any experience at all, just growing stronger through eating, sleeping, breathing, and existing?
He still remembered seeing the Shopkeeper of the Detective Workshop at the prison entrance a while back.
Like father, like son, as the saying goes: the Shopkeeper came for a prison visit, and his employee ended up in the big house.
Whatās with the fascination with getting involved with the prison?
Watching Huang Qixinās excited reaction, Fang Yu chuckled.
"Itās me."
"Really you?! It is really you!!"
Huang Qixin, agitated, rushed towards Fang Yu, almost stumbling and falling over, but immediately scrambled to the iron bars, holding on tightly and gazing at Fang Yu with his bloodshot eyes, full of excitement.
"Warden! Brother! No, Warden Sir! Save me! Iāve been locked up here for almost ten days! Iām nearly driven mad! Can you get me out, please!"
As he spoke, he scratched his scalp, a flurry of dandruff fell, causing Fang Yu to step back two paces, spreading his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Calm down, calm down. Xiao Huang, as long as itās not some major crime, it wonāt be difficult to get you out, now that Iām here."
Saying that, Fang Yu looked toward the prison guards next to him.
However, the guards seemed a bit dumbfounded.
Their responsibility was merely to oversee the prisoners.
As for what crimes the prisoners committed, they might listen in during gossip.
But only well-known figures were the subjects of such gossip.
Who the hell was this Xiao Huang? They had no clue about this minor character who committed some offense. If asked the day of the incident, they might remember a thing or two, but after so many days, they had forgotten everything.
The guards hemmed and hawed, but no one could provide an answer.
Just then, a crisp and emotionally charged voice suddenly rang out from behind.
That was the voice of Qian Guxing.
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