Chapter 234: Chapter 234: Real and Fake Prison Guards, Let the Chaos Keep Spreading

"You wait a sec. We'll talk about the baton in a few days!"

"You’re serious? That guy actually fought you? And you didn’t beat him to death?"

"Don’t start with rules and regulations. When you threw the first punch, you clearly weren’t thinking about any damn rules. His strength... it was enough to hold out until you cooled down."

The Warden began analyzing with a headache, looking like he genuinely cared about the strength of this newcomer.

But what he couldn't imagine was that the person standing in front of him was the very one he was so concerned about.

And since Lu Ce wasn't a prison guard, of course he wouldn’t talk like the Warden expected. He just sneered and said:

"How’s that any of your business? Can you just do something useful for once?"

"All these questions—what do they have to do with you? I’ll take care of him when the time comes."

"You old fart, even if you knew, so what? You gonna handle him for me? Now get my damn baton reimbursed already!"

His skinny little body seemed to puff up in rage, the veins on his wrinkled forehead bulging like tree roots tangled across a leaf.

"Have I been too nice to you lately or what..."

"Get the h*ll out!"

Out of nowhere, Lu Ce sensed something dangerous from this guy—a sudden burst of energy that triggered his instinctive sense of crisis.

After all those battles, he’d developed a beast-like intuition for spotting real experts.

Lu Ce didn’t say another word. With a cold face, he slowly stood up and looked down at the Warden from above.

The Warden froze for a second, then suddenly let out a chilling laugh and stood up slowly as well, his voice hoarse and cold:

"Looks like you really have a death wish today!"

His tiny frame stood in front of the towering prison guard, completely disproportionate—but in terms of aura, he actually seemed stronger!

The next second, the prison guard raised a hand, stuck out his pinky finger, and dug in his ear.

"What? Did your *ss suddenly go numb, so you're standing up to stretch?"

"Yeah, be careful or you’ll get paralyzed."

With that, Lu Ce turned and walked away without a shred of hesitation, heading straight for the door.

"You... wait a minute!" The Warden nearly choked from rage, his chest tightening painfully as he yelled after him.

"What do you mean? Where do you think you're going?"

Lu Ce looked back with that same smug, shameless expression.

"What? You got dementia or something?"

"Didn’t you just tell me to get lost? Well, here I am, getting lost. Problem?"

Warden: ......

Then why the f**k did you stand up like that all fierce?! I thought you were about to throw down!

You really got something wrong in the head!

"Cough cough cough! Cough!"

Suddenly, he started coughing violently, like he was about to hack up a lung, bending over like a damn shrimp.

All these years guarding this hellhole of a prison, nothing ever went wrong—until today, thanks to this guy.

Lu Ce stepped forward quickly, looking all concerned as he said:

"Hey no, wait—quick, quick, quick, write a will or something, don’t just die like that. Can you leave this prison to me if you kick it, you old b*stard...?"

"Get the h*ll out! Unless you want to die too!"

"Sure thing. But hey, don’t die just yet."

"OUT!!!"

Lu Ce very “considerately” turned back every few steps, like he was genuinely worried about the old man’s health, and finally walked out the door.

Inside the room, the Warden coughed violently for a long time before catching his breath.

It had been ages since he’d met a prison guard face-to-face. Who would've thought it’d end up like this? Since when did that guy become such a hothead?

Or maybe... he was always this irritable? Yeah... maybe.

Sigh. Trouble's brewing again. Another human strong enough to fight a prison guard has appeared.

When was the last time a huge mess like this happened?

Is this going to be the same all over again...?

No. It won’t! After all the time we’ve spent feeding them... We...

The frail old man sat at his desk, staring blankly, lost in thought.

About ten minutes later, a knock on the door snapped him out of it.

The prison guard looked confused. What the hell was going on today—why were so many people coming to see him?

"Come in."

A burly man pushed open the door—another prison guard had arrived.

The old man’s face immediately soured, like he’d swallowed something nasty.

Just when he’d finally calmed down, this annoying guy shows up again?

"How’s it going? Life treating you alright lately?"

The prison guard’s voice carried that wild, violent energy, but he was clearly trying to keep his temper in check, greeting the Warden in a calm tone.

"Like hell I’m alright after seeing you!" the Warden snapped.

The prison guard stiffened, looking at the Warden with a hint of confusion. His eyes were bloodshot, and he stayed silent for a few seconds before sitting down.

Even the Warden found it odd—how could this guy change so much in just a few minutes outside?

The two sat in silence for a while before the prison guard finally asked:

"Aren’t you gonna ask why I came to see you?"

Warden: ?

"Just say what you gotta say!"

Prison guard: ......

"Did you eat a bullet for breakfast today?"

"Whatever. I came to tell you something."

"During today’s cell checks, I ran into a weird lunatic—a new guy."

Warden: ?

The prison guard watched as the old man’s face turned visibly confused, like he had no idea what was going on.

"Wait... did time rewind? Or am I stuck in some kind of time loop?..." the Warden muttered, puzzled.

Those words—he was sure he’d heard them just now. Was it a hallucination?

Did he really have dementia already?

"What?"

Even the prison guard was a bit lost, frowning.

"Nothing, go on. What happened?"

The guard nodded and explained the whole situation with Lu Ce, including the fight.

When he looked up, he was shocked—the Warden’s face had twisted into an unexplainable mix of confusion and weirdness.

He stared dead at the guard, saying nothing.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Uh... did you bring your baton?"

"Yeah, got it on me."

......

Outside the room, from a distance, a pair of eyes filled with pure malice and envy locked onto them.

He had just seen it with his own eyes—the prison guard walking into the Warden’s room!

That jealous face, usually expressionless, slowly curled into a grin.

"Heh heh."

"Not enough. You people live too comfortably in here, but it’s so damn boring."

"Let’s make this chaos even bigger."

With that, he stepped out from the shadows.

At that moment, the face he wore was the same as the one in his cell—

That scarred face!