Pretending To Be A Boss

The explosion drew the attention of the entire prison's defenses to the change taking place at the main gate.

However, the sight of the hunters retreating and the masked man emerging from the flames truly instilled fear in the prison guards.

Tang Xian approached one of the guards.

The guard was so scared that his legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Tang Xian said, puzzled:

"Don't be afraid, I'm a good guy. I just want to ask if you have the key to cell 446."

Tang Xian thought to himself that although his mask was a bit melted, its smile should still be bright and sunny, and he was being so gentle and amiable, there was no reason for the other party to tremble.

"I'm not some devil; I'm just here to break out of prison. Don't be nervous, let's be reasonable; I'm easy to deal with. Just give me the key."

As Tang Xian spoke, he gently patted the guard, without adding any unsurpassable force.

But the guard was still scared out of his wits, and tremblingly said: Discover hidden content at My Virtual Library Empire

"There is... there is... with... with the warden."

"Much appreciated. Where's the warden?"

"He's... he's patrolling the prison."

"Alright, my friend, you look pale and your lips are white. Could it be that you've caught a cold? I'm someone who repays kindness. How about I carry you to the infirmary?"

"I can do it myself! I can do it myself!" The guard stood up with a duang and ran off.

As he ran, the other guards also fled.

Tang Xian pondered that he had only killed one person just now.

And that was because the person had misused a weapon of mass destruction and had harmed innocent hunters, so he got what he deserved.

There was no reason for them to be so afraid of him.

"Had I known I'd be this unpopular, I would have changed to Song Que's mask," Tang Xian grumbled as he walked into the prison's inner courtyard.

Inside the inner courtyard, Tang Xian found that the two-story prison was built too complexly.

It was like a maze, so he headed over to the command center.

Normally, there would only be two people on duty in the command center, but it was crowded with people.

When Tang Xian pushed open the door, the guards almost wished they could huddle together.

"Am I that scary? Folks, don't be nervous. I'm just here to ask for directions, or does this place have a full surveillance map?"

No one answered Tang Xian, and he felt a bit awkward.

So he took a look at the command center's monitors himself and, by adjusting the surveillance cameras, Tang Xian committed all the rough routes to memory.

When he left, he remembered to nod slightly to show his gratitude and even closed the door politely behind him.

Tang Xian thought that the Masked Chopper Hero should leave a good impression on the masses.

Then, along the way, he encountered some obstacles. But after witnessing Tang Xian single-handedly driving away all the hunters of the fortress and emerging from the center of a rocket explosion, these people gave up resisting and struggling.

The more polite Tang Xian appeared, the more they felt that the Masked Chopper Hero was a pervert.

This left Tang Xian with a sense of powerlessness.

He was just trying to break out of prison in a friendly manner.

After scaring off guard after guard, Tang Xian finally reached the prison area with the key in hand.

At last, he saw friendly and enthusiastic faces.

And not just a few.

"Brother, you're amazing! Where'd you buy that scorched mask?" shouted a man with a scar across his face from behind the iron bars.

"Hey there, little brother, can you open the door to this cell for me? Let me tell you, I have unique escape skills," said a bespectacled man with a sleazy appearance.

"Give it a rest, you. The one who got caught and dragged back here last time you tried to escape was you," huffed a muscular brute.

"Brother, how did you get here? Can you let me out? Just so you know, I'm actually a wealthy merchant from the fifth level. All my assets are hidden there. If you let me out, we can split it fifty-fifty!"

"Fifty-fifty with whom? You think we don't know about the stuff you had when you came in? Just a mining pickaxe, and now you claim to be a wealthy merchant from the fifth level? Blowing your own trumpet without a score. Big bro, look over here. That bunch of keys in your hand is for opening these cells, right? Let me out and I'll reciprocate the favor by changing your life."

Tang Xian just smiled wryly.

In the second level cells, each prisoner's crimes were actually quantified.

That is, sinfulness and credit rating.

At the entrance to the cells, there were two colored numbers: the red number represented credit value, and the black number represented sinfulness.

All these people had committed very serious crimes. Of course, even without these numbers, Tang Xian could tell the nature of these people from the value of good and evil in their eyes.

He felt gratified.

Even if the labor reform hadn't changed their nature, at least they had all learned to be humble.

Such friendly and adorable murderers. In this passionate area of serious crime, Tang Xian finally felt welcome.

It was just a pity that their values of good and evil still needed improvement, and Tang Xian couldn't convince himself to let them out.

After walking through the cell area for a while, Tang Xian saw Liu Lang, head down, writing the character for "correct" as a record of his days in the cell.

"What are you doing? The character 'correct' isn't supposed to be written on the walls of a cell. It should be written on the thigh of the girl you love, constantly reminding her to be an upright and righteous person," Tang Xian chided.

Hearing this voice, Liu Lang suddenly tensed up, turned his head, and looked incredulously at the masked man before him.

"Tang—"

"Shh!" Tang Xian gestured for silence and smiled, saying:

"Boss Liu, it seems our destinies are intertwined."

Liu Lang was to be sent to the eighth level tomorrow. With each passing minute, he knew the possibility of being taken out of there diminished by a fraction.