Chapter 251: Chapter 251

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"You're a pimp?!" Hearing Fei say this, Anne's eyebrows practically twisted into knots.

The men in her pirate crew were mostly crude fellows. After long periods at sea, they'd seek out women whenever they had a chance ashore. Many of Anne's subordinates had contracted venereal diseases as a result.

Every time she saw crew members with syphilitic rashes wandering around her ship, the Roc Eagle, Anne felt nauseated. On several occasions, she'd felt the murderous urge to throw them all into the sea to feed the shrimp.

Naturally, she couldn't possibly harbor even the slightest shred of goodwill towards prostitutes or the madams who procured them.

"The best procurer on the entire continent! My establishment was even featured on the cover of Bibi Girl magazine!" Fei puffed out her chest with pride rather than shame. "Unfortunately, it got shut down later, so I could only operate secretly..."

"Just a wholesale den for syphilis, and you're proud of it? Aren't you disgusting?" Anne mocked mercilessly.

Fei paused, a rare serious expression crossing her face. "Watch your mouth! My place was clean!"

Fei had poured considerable passion and effort into her establishment. Though usually cheerful and flippant, she couldn't just laugh off such slander.

"Don't get cocky, succubus," Anne's face darkened. "I'll be leaving this hellhole soon enough. I don't care how much my sentence is extended or what punishments I receive. Understand?"

Fei looked at the arrogant pirate before her but didn't reply.

"Just come over here obediently and rub my shoulders. You don't want to leave prison crippled, do you?" Anne cracked her knuckles.

After hearing this threat, fei remained silent for a moment, then quickly plastered on a fawning smile. "Whoa, I surrender, I surrender! It was just a joke, why so serious? A big shot like you doesn't need to stoop to my level, right?"

"I told you to come here and rub my shoulders," Anne repeated her command.

"Right away, no problem at all! From now on, I'll be relying on your protection!" With an eager smile, fei hopped off her bed and walked over, beginning to massage Anne's shoulders.

"Barely passable perception," Anne snorted dismissively.

However, she completely failed to notice the sinister grin spreading across the succubus's face behind her. "Of course! Someone like me, with no real skills, basically has to rely on big shots like you to get by in a place ."

Meanwhile, in Cell Block Twelve across the way, Priscilla saw the succubus massaging her new cellmate. She turned to Dailey and remarked, "The succubus across the way seems to be getting bullied."

Dailey, who was sitting primly on her bed reading, turned her head at the comment and glanced over.

"Oh my, how pitiful," Dailey sighed, then indifferently returned her gaze to her book.

"Indeed. People without strength basically just get ordered around in a place ," Priscilla also sighed.

As former S-rank wanted criminals and powerful witches, even though their magic was sealed and they couldn't use black magic in prison, they were generally left alone by other inmates.

After all, even if they weren't formidable within the prison walls, considering the possibility of retaliation after their release, needlessly making enemies of them was still unwise... not to mention Dailey was the Warden's lackey and enjoyed certain privileges.

Inmates who posed no threat inside or outside the prison were easily trampled upon in such an environment.

However, Dailey corrected her without looking up. "I wasn't talking about the succubus."

"Huh?" Priscilla was taken aback.

"Just watch. Someone will teach that newcomer how to behave soon enough," Dailey said, turning a page.

Two hours later, the Core Block cell doors opened. Guards and the riot squad appeared at the entrances, and the sound of whistles echoed throughout the block.

The inmates in their cells picked up their towels and change of clothes, standing by their doors—it was shower time.

Guard Isabella, on duty tonight, directed the inmates out of their cells in batches, forming lines to head towards the large bathhouse.

Fifteen minutes later, the first batch of inmates finished changing in the locker room and walked naked into the shower area.

Anne leisurely lathered herself with soap. Frankly, she didn't have many complaints about the prison conditions. After all, life at sea sometimes offered worse food and lodging, and bathing with precious fresh water was almost impossible on a ship.

She simply disliked being bossed around, whether by guards or other inmates.

Just then, she heard someone speak behind her. "Oops, sorry, my soap slipped over to you. Could you pick it up for me?"

Anne frowned and glanced down at her feet. Indeed, a bar of soap had slid right next to her.

She turned her head and saw a soaking wet female inmate standing behind her, grinning amiably.

Several nearby inmates noticed the situation and consciously moved away slightly. They all recognized the "amiable" inmate accosting the newcomer: none other than "T-Rex" Carmilla from Cell Block Nine.

However, Anne didn't notice the shift in the surrounding atmosphere. At that moment, she only recalled the prison rumors she'd heard from other pirates about "picking up the soap."

But as far as she remembered, that sort of thing... seemed exclusive to men's prisons. She'd never heard anything like it during her time in the Capital Prison.

What was the point of picking up soap in a women's prison? Or was this person purely trying to intimidate her?

In the end, Anne chose not to bend down. Instead, she kicked the soap directly towards Carmilla. "Here! Whether you did it on purpose or by accident, I'm warning you, don't drop it near me again!"

She kicked it a bit too hard. The soap shot past Carmilla's feet and skidded far away.

Anne ignored her and continued washing.

"Don't go kicking things around in the showers. It's easy to slip," Carmilla didn't even look at the soap, narrowing her eyes at Anne's back. "The floor isn't just wet, there's soap scum too."

Anne was just about to turn around and snap, "Leave me alone!" when she felt her ankle being viciously tripped, instantly losing her balance.