LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 398 - 242: Prison Turmoil_2
Chapter 398: Chapter 242: Prison Turmoil_2
“Really, it’s not necessary.”
After parting ways with Xiemen Waidao and the others, Liuzi began his endeavor.
It was ten in the morning, and the city’s Central Park had already gathered some citizens.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, Liuzi brought the dignified and elegant Goddess of Art to the park and then set up his easel on the grass.
He was already quite accustomed to the sensation of painting with sensory gloves, and although the result still wasn’t as good as using his own drawing board, he believed he could achieve eighty percent of that effect.
The captivating Goddess of Art quickly drew the attention of a crowd, and Liuzi’s skilled painting technique also attracted onlookers.
When a painting was completed, the gathered crowd erupted into warm applause. A dashing gentleman came forward excitedly, shook Liuzi’s hand, and asked, “Your painting has deeply moved me, but may I ask, did you get permission from the park administrators to paint here?”
“I need a permit?” Liuzi asked, confused.
“Oh, you don’t have one? I’m sorry then, I need to confiscate your painting, and you’ll have to pay a fine of five silver coins.”
“Hmm?”
“Ah, you don’t have five silver coins? I’m sorry, but I have no choice but to arrest you then. Please come with me.”
By eleven in the morning, Liuzi and the Goddess of Art were arrested and thrown into jail.
Dressed in prison garb, Liuzi sat in a solitary cell, clueless as to why he ended up here just for painting.
Is the game’s plot this wild?
And are you really a Law Enforcer, not a scam artist?
When Xiemen Waidao burst into laughter for five minutes upon learning through QQ that Liuzi had actually been taken away, then swiftly ran into the prison, he ruthlessly mocked Liuzi through the bars:
“Hahaha, look at you, just look at you! A few hours apart, and what happened to you, Liu Liuzi? Who was it that said they didn’t need to go to jail? Hahaha.”
Liuzi sighed helplessly and then said to Xiemen Waidao, “Hurry up and bail me out.”
“I’m broke. There are barely any ways to make money now.”
“So you came all the way here just to mock me?”
“No, I came to keep you company in jail.”
Under Liuzi’s perplexed gaze, Xiemen Waidao teamed up with Mukuai 1234 and gave the distinguished gentleman who had taken Liuzi in a thorough thrashing.
The infuriated Law Enforcer promptly threw both of them into a cell right next to Liuzi and the Goddess of Art.
Looking at Xiemen Waidao who seemed right at home upon returning to jail, Liuzi felt the other’s way of thinking was anything but normal and couldn’t help asking, “What are you thinking?”
“Triggering the system.”
“That’s impossible… you actually did trigger it! This works too!”
The news of Xiemen Waidao’s beating of the Law Enforcer quickly spread throughout the prison. Even the burliest men would nod in respect when they saw Xiemen Waidao.
Among the prisoners, even Liuzi’s reputation rose with the tide. The Education System was subsequently activated, and the two men’s main quest was updated.
“Main Quest: Help prisoners renounce evil and turn to good, leading a new life.”
“Side Quest: Every prisoner seems to have their own secret past. Helping them open up about their issues seems to hold unexpected benefits.”
Seeing his system activated, Liuzi turned his head and saw Xiemen Waidao dancing in front of him. Then, with a swift turn back and a triumphant smile, he boasted, “How awesome is your brother Xiemen?”
“You, my friend, were born to be in the clink.”
Strange as his methods were, once the system was activated, it was on.
Separated by the wall, the two players began to explore the workings of the system.
After the activation of the Education System, players could earn points by completing main and side quests. These points could then be used to enhance personal attributes or receive various Blessings.
Blessings were divided into passive and active types. Unlocking a Blessing required a significant amount of points, but the effects were immediate and substantial.
Once the Education System was activated, the system would gift a Blessing, which allowed players to see different NPCs’ information, determining the best ways to reform them.
“That prisoner lacks maternal affection, so we could try to tap into his love for family. Since I’m not doing anything, why don’t I go over and play the role of his father?”
“Blessing, a good death.”
“What about this one, a perverted murderer, a spree of one hundred and forty-three incidents… Forget it, let’s go with a humane destruction.”
“Agreed.”
Reforming a wicked person into good would grant a lot of experience, so the inmates in the prison appeared as giant experience packs to the two of them, and they had to educate a few more inmates before other players realized this.
In the end, they picked a target.
The man was the head honcho of the local prison, nicknamed Gray Bear, standing two meters thirty, weighing one hundred and fifty kilograms.
He was powerfully built, with a strength of 31, a charm of 3, a ferocious appearance, a broad back and a thick waist, big-chested and brainless—a perfect henchman.
Having identified the target, the two of them sprang into action.
During the afternoon exercise period, Gray Bear was sitting quietly, resting.
A few underlings were doing rounds around him, expertly massaging him, making Gray Bear quite comfortable.
But his mood was low today; he only ate fifty of his favorite fruit tarts and couldn’t eat anymore.
Silently waiting for the exercise time to end, one of his underlings suddenly came over and whispered, “Boss, those four new guys want to see you.”
“Oh?”
Gray Bear had some impression of the newcomers.
Two of them were bold and reckless, beating up Law Enforcers upon arrival; such spirited outsiders were truly rare.
However, much as he admired them, he was, after all, the top dog in prison and had his own prestige to maintain. If they called him over, what would happen to his reputation?
More than that, he also planned to beat them up severely later, to show them who they should listen to around here.
But the following words of his underling made his face change dramatically.
“They said, they have something white.”
Pushing the underling in front of him aside, Gray Bear dashed toward the dormitory. The underlings at his back were about to follow, but Gray Bear bellowed, “Stay where you are, wait for my return!”
Rushing into the dormitory like the wind, Gray Bear first pounced to his room, only to find the door had been pried open, and the item hidden in the corner of the room had vanished.
With a palm strike to the nearby wall, a deep imprint was left, and Gray Bear’s burning-red eyes were filled with unbridled rage; someone might end up lying in a coffin soon.
Returning to his spot seething with killing intent, Gray Bear grabbed the informer and demanded fiercely, “Where are they?”
The furious Gray Bear scared his underling nearly to tears, who after a long time managed to say, “They said they are waiting for you in the storeroom.”
Dropping the underling, Gray Bear stormed into the storeroom and saw the crowd cleared from the vicinity, four newcomers guarding a corner of the storeroom, silently awaiting his arrival.
Marching into the storeroom, Gray Bear noticed the door had been shut and locked, with two female prisoners keeping watch outside, preventing others from entering.
To Gray Bear, the storeroom door was as flimsy as paper, so he wasn’t concerned about the locked door but instead confronted Xiemen Waidao and Liuzi, demanding, “Where have you hidden my thing!”
“Are you talking about this?”
Seeing the white kitten lifted by Xiemen Waidao, Gray Bear’s expression truly changed.
His frame seemed to expand twofold, an aura of murderous intent tangible around him, as he strode toward Xiemen Waidao and Liuzi.
Although they knew he was just an NPC, the two still felt the terror emanating from his presence, and they couldn’t help remarking on the impressive artistry of the game, as even an ordinary prison boss could be so formidable.
But since they knew he was just an NPC, it didn’t really matter.
Petting the little cat’s head, Xiemen Waidao watched Gray Bear approach, raising his fist high.
“What are your last words?” Gray Bear asked, panting.
Xiemen Waidao had no doubt that the other could explode him with a single punch, yet he calmly asked, “Do you want your cat to die?”
“That’s it! I promise I can break your arm before you even make a move!”
“It’s sick, it’s dying.”
As fate would have it, the white kitten meowed just right, its feeble sound causing Gray Bear’s raised fist to hang in the air, unable to come down.