I bought a prison in the United States.

It was exactly 8:00 AM.

The prisoners saw that Deputy Warden Harmon, who usually sat in his office, appeared in the cell block corridor today, holding a printed sheet of paper in his hand.

Six prison guards stood behind him in a row, with batons and pepper spray hanging from their waists, their expressions all serious.

Their standing posture was different from when they were called out for roll call. Their feet were shoulder-width apart, their center of gravity was slightly forward, their arms were not crossed, and they did not put their hands behind their backs.

This is a pose that can be moved at any time.

The prisoners were brought out of their cells and lined up in two rows along the corridor.

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

Most of them had no idea what was going to happen today, but they could sense something unusual from the guards' posture.

Prisoners have an almost animalistic instinct.

They could tell from the air whether it was an ordinary day or not.

The atmosphere today is clearly unusual.

Hamon coughed twice.

His voice was amplified by the echoes in the corridor, reaching every corner:

"Starting today, the prison rules are hereby announced: all healthy prisoners must participate in factory work for at least eight hours a day!"

"Refuse to work, zero points, disqualify from outdoor exercise, solitary confinement!"

"This rule applies to everyone, without exception!"

The prisoners whispered among themselves in the corridor, some with disdain and others with slight suspicion.

Soon, a voice came from the back of the queue:

"Including me?"

The voice belonged to Guiya, who had a playful expression on his face and spoke with great disdain.

A person who can question authority in public with such a tone is either insane or convinced that they will not be punished.

Harmon's gaze shifted to the back of the line:

"Including you, Rivera!"

Ghost Fang stepped out of the queue; the act itself was a declaration.

In prison, no prisoner is allowed to leave the line at will during roll call or reprimand.

A queue is the physical form of order; leaving a queue means leaving order!

He casually walked to the front of the line, facing Harmon, about three steps away.

The distance was close enough to show he wasn't afraid, and far enough that the guards had no reason to use their batons.

A hint of mockery flickered in Ghost Fang's eyes:

"What if I refuse?"

Harmon's fingers tightened slightly at the edge of the paper.

He maintained a rational expression, but Wade noticed his old friend's right hand on his waist.

This was an unconscious action he took before making a difficult decision.

"According to regulations, he should be placed in solitary confinement."

Ghost Fang laughed twice after hearing this, then turned around to face the prisoners lined up in two rows:

"Did you hear that?"

"The new boss makes us work, and those who don't work are locked in a dark room."

"I heard that the solitary confinement cell was only two square meters, had no windows, and the lights were controlled from the outside."

"Do you know how long a person can stay in complete darkness before they start screaming?"

The air in the corridor became thick and sticky.

Several prisoners began exchanging glances, and some of them fidgeted nervously on the ground.

"I know, boss. George was locked up last week, and he started crying after only two hours, hahaha!"

One of Ghost Fang's henchmen picked up on his boss's words and burst into laughter.

Hamon, his face ashen, took a step forward:

"Rivera, that's enough!"

Guiya ignored him and continued speaking:

"I also heard that the new boss gave special treatment to the kid who stole the TV and the guy who drew the blueprints."

"Take them out, give them good food and drink, and make them feel like they are employees, not prisoners."

He deliberately emphasized the word "employee":

"But what about us? We're still prisoners."

"You'll work eight hours a day, earn a hundred times less than outside, and then go back to your cages."

"This is the treatment the new boss gives you? Isn't it hilarious!"

People in the queue started shouting in agreement, and the scene began to show signs of becoming chaotic.

Wade's fingers had already moved to the handle of the baton, and he also gave Coffey and Hobbs a wink.

Ghost Fang turned around and faced Hamon again.

His lips curled up slightly, revealing an exaggerated smile:

"I'm not doing any work! Go ahead and shoot me if you dare!"

Hamon glared fiercely at Ghost Fang and raised his voice:

"Wade, Coffey, take Rivera to the solitary confinement cell!"

Wade and Coffey stepped out of the line.

Their steps were synchronized, as if they were performing a rehearsed ritual.

Wade was on the left, and Coffey was on the right; the two approached Ghost Fang from both sides.

"What are you trying to do?!"

"Let go of the boss!"

The three dogs panicked and darted out from the crowd.

"stop!"

Bowers, who had been on guard all along, immediately rushed forward, kicked the man leading the group to the ground, and then knocked down the other two with two punches.

"Someone got hit!"

A commotion broke out among the prisoners, and Marcus was trying to see what was going on when he heard a loud shout.

"Quiet! Everyone, step back!"

Hobbs took out a guard shotgun, stood five steps away from the prisoner, and aimed the gun at him.

Who would have thought that Hobbes, who was usually easy to talk to, would take such a tough stance? Even the "mayor," who was on good terms with him, was taken aback.

Seeing this, who would dare to make a rash move?

The prisoners immediately wilted, one by one pressing themselves against the wall and voluntarily placing their hands behind their backs.

The other prison guards also drew their batons, showing no mercy to those who misbehaved.

The reason the prison guards became so brave was not only because of the special prison guard training they had received, but also because before they came, Lin Ge had added keywords such as "decisive" and "strict" to each of them.

Seeing this, Guiya did not resist.

He put his hands behind his back and deliberately adopted a posture as if he were being escorted.

Prison guards don't usually carry guns into the vicinity of the prison area, so if they do, it means things are no joke.

The moment Wade's hand touched Ghost Fang's wrist, Ghost Fang whispered something that only Wade could hear:

"The lock on the solitary confinement cell is an older model, the Folger Adam 78 series, right?"

Wade remained expressionless; such provocation had no effect on him.

He handcuffed Ghost Fang's wrists together and then, together with Coffey, escorted him toward the solitary confinement cell.

Behind them, the prisoners in the queue began to be dispersed back to their respective areas.

The air seemed to freeze, like the sudden drop in air pressure before a storm.

It is invisible and intangible, but every sentient being can feel it.

This prison is about to undergo a major transformation!

Tommy led the last batch of prisoners back to their cells, and Jerome glanced back at the direction Ghost Fang had been taken away.

He felt a strange sense of unease because he had seen that look in Guiya's eyes before.

That was a gaze that held back before killing!