I bought a prison in the United States.

When all the regular chips had expired, Ringo had one trump card left that couldn't be measured in money.

That trump card is his special ability.

For the past few weeks, he has been using that ability to extract emotions from prisoners and then give those emotions to others.

But he never used it under extreme pressure.

He didn't know where the limits of this ability lay, and what would happen if he really concentrated all his willpower on a single release.

But now we have to give it a try!

Lin Ge took a deep breath, searching his mind for all the keywords related to "fear".

The fear of being locked up, the fear of losing the chance of parole, the fear of spending the rest of my life in this concrete box...

He gathered all these fears together until they compressed into a black sphere in his consciousness.

Then, Lin Ge pushed the sphere toward Ghost Fang!

[Release: Fear, concentration 50%!]

Ghost Fang stopped in his tracks, his expression unchanged, but his pupils contracted!

Under the moonlight, Lin Ge could see the sudden surge of blackness in those eyes rapidly expanding, engulfing the once calm pupils.

His breathing rhythm changed, from steady to rapid, from once every six seconds to once every three seconds.

His fingers tightened on the iron pipe, then began to tremble violently.

"you……!"

Ghost Fang's voice was hoarse, completely different from his usual calm and composed tone:

"What did you do to me?!"

Lin Ge did not answer, nor did he have the energy to answer.

To push that level of fear into another person's consciousness is like trying to lift a weight that exceeds one's limits with one's own brain.

He could feel his temples throbbing violently, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and black spots beginning to appear at the edges of his vision.

That's not enough.

Although Ghost Fang was struck by fear, he did not fall.

His authority in this prison stemmed from his ability to remain unaffected by fear under any circumstances.

This ability has become ingrained in his very being, becoming part of his personality.

A normal level of fear might make him hesitate, but it wouldn't be enough to break him.

Ringo needs more!

He did something he had never tried before: he extended his consciousness outward!

The brain is no longer just a receiver, but has become an open source of signals that constantly radiates outward!

He not only extracts other people's emotions, but also implants his distress signals into the consciousness of everyone around him!

This is a special kind of call, transcending language and will.

Ringo was sending a primal instinct, a pure thought called "I need you".

When this thought bypasses the language processing area of ​​the brain and acts on the amygdala and insula, it directly activates the oldest neural circuits in humans.

When a member of the group sends out a distress signal, the other members will automatically have an instinctive urge to approach and help.

This instinct is covered by layers of social discipline and culture in modern humans, but it may not have disappeared; it may simply be dormant.

Lingo woke it up!

"..."

In the prison cell block, the prisoners who were pretending to be asleep suddenly sensed something.

An inexplicable, strange impulse made them stand up, wanting to leave the cell and go somewhere.

They didn't know where they were going, or why, but every cell in their bodies was telling them:

Someone needs you!

Just like bees protect their queen, they felt only a mixture of anxiety and excitement at that moment.

In the duty room, Jackson, who was on the phone with the county sheriff's office, suddenly stopped talking.

His hand holding the receiver hovered in mid-air, his eyes became vacant, then he suddenly stood up, turned and walked towards the door.

The receiver slipped from his fingers and dangled on the edge of the table, the operator's confused voice coming through:

"Feed?"

"McLean County Correctional Center?"

"What happened? Have the prisoners rioted?"

In the corridor of Zone D, Kofi, who was guarding the entrance to the maintenance passage, suddenly looked up.

"The boss is in danger!"

His eyes were wide open in the darkness, his breathing became rapid, and he turned and ran wildly toward the stairwell.

In the medical room next to the exercise yard, Tommy, who was on duty, suddenly stood up.

A medical textbook lay open in front of him, its pages still smelling of fresh ink.

His coffee cup was knocked over, and the coffee soaked the pages of the book, turning a human anatomy diagram a dark brown.

But he didn't notice at all.

He had already left the medical room and entered the corridor, his pace quickening.

Deep within the prison block, Jerome was crouching in the corner of his cell, hugging his knees, trying to resist the withdrawal symptoms that were most likely to strike in the early hours of the morning.

But before he experienced withdrawal symptoms, the thought struck him first.

His body stiffened, then he suddenly stood up.

He felt that every cell in his body was activated by the same command.

Immediately afterwards, a long-lost power awakened within his muscles.

Jerome's eyes were open, but his consciousness was in a strange state, half-awake and half-asleep.

In this state, all his senses are focused on the same goal, and all irrelevant thoughts are temporarily blocked out.

He walked out of the cell, and the cell door opened automatically before his hand even touched it.

No, it wasn't automatic; he forcibly pushed it away with brute force.

But Jerome wouldn't remember pushing the door open; all he knew was that he needed to get to the roof.

Someone there needs him!

Of all those who were inspired, Jerome's cell was closest to Ringo's.

Lin Ge also released a certain "excitement" keyword, along with the "anxiety" emanating from his body.

Jerome walked up the stairs, his steps longer and faster than usual.

His breathing was steady and deep, like that of an athlete entering a competitive state.

Deep within his brain, those neural synapses that had been eroded by heroin for too long were being reawakened in some incredible way.

The brain found a new pathway, bypassing the areas damaged by drugs and connecting directly to uncontaminated neural circuits.

That was something he had before he became a drug addict—the instinct of an underground boxing champion!

"boom!"

He suddenly pushed open the stairwell door and went up to the roof.

The moonlight shone on Jerome's face.

His pupils shrank to two tiny black dots in the moonlight, and his irises appeared a deep brown.

His facial muscles were completely relaxed, without any expression, only a high degree of focus.

That's the state a warrior is in when entering the arena.

He saw Ghost Fang holding an iron pipe, approaching Ling Ge.

The distance between the two was less than two meters.

Jerome did not issue a warning; he had already taken the action.

He walked past Ghost Fang from the side and behind, his steps steady and his speed even, like a machine with a target coordinate set.

"Who?"

The trembling Ghost Fang heard footsteps.

He turned around, and Jerome's left fist had already struck his ribs!