Fang Yu was fixated on hunting prey when surprisingly, Qian Guxing led him towards the emptiness of the Class A Prison.
Fang Yu was immediately puzzled.
Looking around, the Class A Prison had been repaired to look almost the same as before the demon attack; the reconstruction was nearly complete.
But the serious offenders were gone, and Fang Yu had no idea why Qian Guxing brought him here.
This Class A Prison was quite special, if he got locked up here, he probably wouldnât be able to get out.
Fang Yu glanced at the keys hanging on Qian Guxingâs waist, then looked away.
It shouldnât be the case, Qian Guxing had no reason to harm him. But it was still wise to be cautious, as they say, better safe than sorry.
Qian Guxing took Fang Yu around for a bit before finally stopping in front of cell 10.
"Diao Deyi, the Prison has been mostly rebuilt."
"Uh-huh, Iâve seen it. It does look much better on the way here."
Fang Yu nodded slightly, his tone casual.
"As the Prison is rebuilt, the previously vacant positions are beginning to be filled. I was thinking, are you interested in taking on a nominal prison guard title?"
"Ah?"
Fang Yu was stunned.
"Iâm the inspector of Yangshen Hall, how can I work in the Prison?"
"With my authority, I can assign you a nominal appointment."
Fang Yu frowned slightly: "Whatâs the point of that? I canât come to the Prison every day."
He was mixed up with Zhuo Xueer, and since Zhuo Xueer now had few tasks and nothing arranged for him, once there was work, heâd have to honestly work on it.
As for being a prison guard... Iâm already a man of the Third Hall, who cares about a position in the Prison? The stature is not on the same level.
"It might not be useful for you, but itâs very beneficial for me. Your inspector title could help me maintain order..."
Qian Guxing looked at Fang Yu.
She didnât want to appear so opportunistic.
But in her position, some matters were inevitably tied to interests, and she had to consider some things.
"Donât look at me now, calling the shots in the Prison. Once other Class A prison guards take office, Iâll have a hard time here. Alone and without any power base, relying solely on my fatherâs reputation, at most I can stay in the Prison, and I might not even be able to retain my position."
Shortsightedness brings immediate woes.
Qian Guxing didnât want to admit she had changed, but indeed she had changed.
"Itâs just a titular position? Are there any risks?"
"None at all, I will take on all risks. Youâll just have an additional title and be able to draw an extra salary."
Qian Guxing looked at Fang Yu, trying her best to restrain herself, but her eyes betrayed a pleading look.
Fang Yu pondered for a moment and then nodded slightly.
"Alright, then help me secure a title. After all, I do come to the Prison often. Having a position would make it more convenient to come to see you."
Seeing Fang Yu agree, Qian Guxing visibly brightened with surprise!
In the midst of turmoil, it was he... who stood up for me again.
Taking big strides forward, Qian Guxing suddenly closed in on Fang Yu.
Her misty eyes blinked twice.
"Diao Deyi... what do you think of me?"
Fang Yu was taken aback.
"Pretty good."
Pretty good?
What kind of answer is that...
Qian Guxingâs newfound courage quickly deflated.
She gave an awkward smile.
"And what about Lord Ding Hui? What do you think of her?"
Ding Hui? That woman was crazy and obsessed, with a penchant for recklessness... She was easy to criticize.
But Ding Hui was one of his own, she had helped him a lot, Fang Yu would not speak ill of her in front of others.
"Ding Hui? Sheâs good too!"
Qian Guxing was taken aback.
Why is everything âgoodâ? What exactly does âgoodâ mean?
Unable to discern his meaning, Qian Guxing fell silent, deciding to observe a bit longer before speaking again.
Whatever the case, Diao Deyi had agreed to take on a nominal position in the Prison, which largely solved her problems.
With the backing of an inspector from the Yangshen Hall, although not as powerful as the other soon-to-be-appointed Class A prison guards, at least she wouldnât be completely without support.
Realizing this, Qian Guxingâs expression softened, and the tension that had been building over time eased, revealing a smile.
"If thereâs nothing else, shall I accompany you around the Prison a bit more? You might just find a felon disguised as a demon."
Thatâd be great!
Following Qian Guxing towards the Class B Prison cells, he noticed that the number of people was significantly reduced, and none were demons in disguise.
Whatâs the situation, did the demons find out about me going berserk in the Prison? They dare not disguise themselves as felons and stay in the Prison anymore?
Fang Yu didnât believe it and was ready to walk around more when a prison guard hurried over and whispered a few words.
Turns out Ding Hui couldnât wait any longer, and if he didnât come out soon, sheâd leave on her own.
Fang Yu glanced at the thirty blood-level waste material in the cell in front of him, who was scared stiff by the reputation of the God of Killing, and he sighed.
[Luo Lanshang: 35/35.]
He couldnât get excited, just a mere thirty health.
For a high-level player with twenty thousand health, sucking these thirty points was just too little.
Before, Fang Yu would complain if the health wasnât in triple digits.
Now that his strength had improved, it had to be a four-digit health total at least to qualify as a kill for him.
With that thought, Fang Yu turned and left.
"Thank you, God of Killing, for sparing my life!! Thank you, God of Killing, for sparing my life!!!"
Seeing Fang Yu leave, that jailbird hammered his head to the ground in gratitude.
Qian Guxing gave the guy a glance and left with the prison guard.
After the few of them had gone, the thirty-blood individual muttered to himself.
"Damn, good thing Iâm quick-witted. When I saw the God of Killing, I just knelt and groveled. Otherwise, if I tried to act tough like others, Iâd have been dead long ago. With such harsh death penalties in this lousy game, and after struggling so much to come back to life, I canât afford to die again."