Hong Kong film: Rise of Prison Break

In other parts of the map, there are many red dots of varying brightness, some deep red to almost black, and others just light red.

The area with the densest concentration of red dots was none other than the prison's "medical ward," where the red lights almost formed a continuous expanse.

No need to guess, it must be Big Mi's gang that I took care of.

There are also some scattered red dots in the prison area, playground and other places.

Zhang Wenjie tried to "think" about zooming in or out of the map, and as soon as he had the thought, the map changed accordingly.

When the map zoomed out to show the general outline of Stanley Prison, he was surprised to find that the outline of the map was seven or eight parts similar to the simplified map of Stanley’s buildings that Chung Chu-hung had shown him privately before.

The system seems to be able to automatically complete and match map information based on his existing knowledge!

Zooming in on the dense red dot area in the medical ward, he could see that some of the red dots were particularly dark, almost black, while most were ordinary red or light red.

"Does the shade of color represent the level of malice? Or the level of threat? Or... the severity of the injury?"

Zhang Wenjie is conducting a blind test.

The deep red ones are probably those like Da Mi and Da Li Qi, who hate me the most and are the most hurt.

The light red ones might be those who were just following the trend or were less seriously injured henchmen.

Although this "detection" function is still very rudimentary, it is extremely practical!

At least it allows him to intuitively know where and how many people are hostile towards him, and the approximate strength of that hostility. It's practically radar warning!

It won't be so easy for anyone to plot against him again.

"We just need to observe and test it a few more times to figure out the specific meaning of this red dot," Zhang Wenjie thought confidently.

Looking at the thousands of "morality points," and thinking of the densely packed areas on the map, especially the "blackish-red" area of ​​the medical ward, Zhang Wenjie felt incredibly pleased.

Big Mi's gang is prone to forgetting past wounds, a common trait among gangsters.

Once they're able to get out of bed, they'll definitely try every means to get revenge.

Moreover, Hung Hing wasn't the only group of people in prison who disliked him.

There are many people who want to climb over him to get ahead, who are jealous of his popularity, or who simply dislike Tung Sing.

In the next few years, he won't have to worry about not having enough "leeks" to harvest in Stanley.

For him, this place is no longer just a place of imprisonment, but also an excellent base where he can steadily "develop" and accumulate capital (whether in terms of system points or real-world influence).

"This is getting more and more interesting."

Zhang Wenjie opened his eyes, staring at the monotonous ceiling of the solitary confinement cell, a cold yet excited light flashing in his eyes.

Within the high walls of Stanley, the brief storm of violence seemed to have subsided, but the real undercurrents were only just beginning to quietly gather and surge underground.

Everyone was scheming, everyone was plotting, while Zhang Wenjie quietly stayed in his "dark room," like a spider lurking in the center of a web.

While waiting for more flying insects to crash into the door, it is also slowly weaving its own larger and more secretive web.

Kowloon, a dimly lit unit in an old tenement building.

The stairwell was narrow and steep, and the white plaster on the walls had long since peeled off, revealing the old, dark yellow wallpaper underneath.

The air was filled with the damp, musty smell, the stale smell of leftover food, and the stench of cheap cigarettes mixed with dust.

The dim, motion-activated lights flickered on and off.

Qian Wendi put his arm around his partner Jinshouzhi's shoulder. Both of them were a little tipsy, each holding a green beer bottle with cold water droplets still clinging to it.

They shuffled up the creaking wooden stairs, humming off-key pop tunes, their laughter jarring in the empty hallway.

"Click."

The key was inserted into the rusty lock, turned, and the peeling paint on the wooden door was pushed open.

The sight in the room instantly dispelled most of the drunkenness on Qian Wendi's face, and his blood seemed to cool down in an instant.

The living room was small, with simple furniture and dim lighting.

A man in a smart suit and with slicked-back hair sat leisurely on their worn-out sofa. A faint, ambiguous smile played on his lips, but his eyes were as cold as a venomous snake.

He was Liu Yaozu—the ruthless and complex boss behind several underground casinos in the area.

What made Qian Wendi's heart stop even more was that Liu Yaozu's right hand was casually resting on his girlfriend Lili's shoulder.

Lili stood there, her face ashen, her body stiff, too afraid to move.

In Liu Yaozu's left hand, he held a gleaming dagger, its sharp blade held against Lili's fair and delicate neck. With just a gentle pull...

"Mr. Qian, you're back?"

Liu Yaozu raised his head, his gaze falling on the two people at the door. His voice was not loud, but it carried a cold, mocking tone.

"Being handsome...that's quite impressive, isn't it? Not only can you pick up such a hot girl," he gently stroked Lili's cheek, causing her to tremble, "but you even dare to cheat in my place, Liu Yaozu's place?"

"What do you want to do?!" Qian Wendi roared, instinctively wanting to rush in, but was pulled back by Jinshouzhi, who was also awakened.

He felt a chill run down his spine, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw two expressionless, burly thugs standing in the shadows behind the door.

"What are you doing? Hahaha..." Liu Yaozu chuckled as if he had heard something amusing. His laughter echoed in the narrow living room, sending chills down one's spine. "Qian Wendi, are you new to this business? Getting caught cheating in my place... what are the consequences? Do I have to teach you?"

He paused, then pressed the blade of the dagger slightly harder, and a thin red line immediately appeared on Lili's neck. She was so frightened that she held her breath, tears welling up in her eyes.

Qian Wendi forced herself to calm down, took a deep breath, and quickly scanned the room—Liu Yaozu, two thugs, Lili who was being held hostage, and herself and Golden Finger were blocked at the door.

A direct confrontation would be a dead end.

"Mr. Liu," Qian Wendi began, his voice trying to remain calm, "Last night, I got carried away and broke the rules. I'll return every penny to you, plus interest, and add another 30% as an apology. I wonder... if you could be so lenient and let us off the hook?"

"Release? Of course." Liu Yaozu raised an eyebrow, his tone relaxed, as if discussing the weather. "I, Liu Yaozu, am not an unreasonable person. However..."

He changed the subject, his gaze shifting to Jinshou, who stood beside Qian Wendi, looking resentful, clutching a beer bottle, and seemingly wanting to resist. A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Interest, we have to collect some first."