Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 961 Prison Farm
Yan Xu realized he had been too naive, actually believing he could gather intelligence here.

Gathering intelligence requires the person giving the intelligence to remain sober. But right now, people who are drunk or high are nothing compared to those who exhaust themselves to the point of collapsing on the ground, vomiting and defecating, and even smearing it all over themselves, like a robot vacuum cleaner that has been brushing dog poop.

The unscrupulous bars are already familiar with this. When they encounter a woman, they first check her pockets. If she has money, they call a girl over to take her away, clean her up, and make her usable again. If she doesn't have money, they simply call the troll security guards to drag her away and dump her in the alley behind the bar.

Many people like to come here to pick up corpses, and if they manage to stab someone, they could open a cream puff production line behind them.

Yan Xu shook his head, found a place to sit down, and took a sip before realizing he was sitting in the wrong place. The guy next to him seemed to be eating flour instead of milk powder; he was skin and bones, and even the slightest movement made him gasp for air. To make matters worse, he lacked maternal love and had chosen a minotaur.

Haha, no matter how much it struggles, it can only make a small gap, apply some glue to the flat end, and that's it.

Too lazy to look any further, Yan Xu sipped his Happy Cocktail, hesitating about whether or not to use cheat codes.

After becoming the creator god, although some of his authority was given to the four, Yan Xu was still considered to be omniscient and omnipotent to a limited extent, which made many things lose their meaning. This is why he came to create an alternate account.

The Great One is currently stuck in the middle, unable to defeat Hongjun and the Sages, but ordinary Celestial Immortals and Earthly Immortals are like ants, let alone mortals.

He didn't want to follow the path of ruthlessness, so he needed to find some amusement for himself.

Just as he was pondering this, a lewd voice rang in Yan Xu's ear.

"Brother, here to gather intelligence?" The emaciated pupa slowly crawled over the mountains and valleys. Before he could even catch his breath, he picked up the Water of Life and poured half a bottle down.

Now Yan Xu understands why he, a superpowered individual, has turned himself into this.

"You have connections?" Yan Xu said casually, swirling the cocktail in his hand.

"Of course, I am... Anyway, just come to me." The guy mumbled something after thinking about it.

"It seems you're in quite a bit of trouble." Yan Xu immediately sensed that the other party was hiding something and had some reservations, and said with a slight smile.

"What trouble? By the way, who are you planning to talk to?" He laughed and immediately changed the subject.

"Thumb Brother." Yan Xu didn't intend to pry into the other party's secrets and said very bluntly.

"That brainless idiot who even spits out his brains." This person, who had just finished pupating, immediately put on a moral high ground and said disdainfully.

“Yes.” Yan Xu nodded and said.

“He’s caused quite a bit of trouble, and you’re not the first person to look for him, but you’ve come to the right person. I actually do know him.” The man sat up straight, grabbed the minotaur, and pressed him down, not caring that there weren’t even enough broad beans to fill the minotaur’s teeth. He waved his hand with great swagger and said.

"So, do you want money, or do you want me to solve your problem?" Yan Xu was unmoved by the other party's boastful words and seized on the other party's weak point with just one sentence.

Seeing that he couldn't fool him anymore, the man had no choice but to state his conditions: to protect him for a month.

"If the enemy becomes too troublesome, don't blame us for abandoning you." Yan Xu knew that the other party was almost never telling the truth, but since there were no clues at the moment, he could only follow the other party for the time being. However, he was not so easy to take advantage of.

As the evil energy slowly seeped in, the wine in Yan Xu's hand turned a deep green and began to bubble, like a witch's carefully brewed potion, before being pushed in front of the other person.

"It can't be that bad." Mr. Broad Bean's smile faded, but he remained calm, because this was all part of the plan.

After much persuasion, Mr. Bean finally drank the fel-infused cocktail, then led the way, grumbling and cursing, as if afraid Yan Xu would discover his hidden tricks. The goblins had already leaked information about fel energy; even an ordinary student like himself could buy low-quality fel blood, showing just how widespread it was.

Because of its rampant spread, countermeasures have emerged. The simplest method is to cover it up, using stronger evil energy to cover weaker evil energy.

Of course, no one would do that unless absolutely necessary, so the other party must have other options.

The problem is that Yan Xu mixed psionic energy into his demonic energy.

I don't know if this is poison with poop in it, or poop with poison in it, but Mr. Broad Bean is quite happy right now.

“You’d never guess where that guy is hiding. If I didn’t have some connections, I might not even know,” Mr. Bean said smugly.

"Oh, where is he hiding?" Red Spider smiled slightly, and a spider leg shot out from behind him. The extremely sharp toe pierced through Mr. Bean's chair, almost tearing open the bean skin. It scared Mr. Bean so much that his face changed several colors in succession. But this also angered his minotaur baby, oops, his bodyguard.

Yan Xu snapped his fingers, and the Weakness Curse calmed the scene down again. Jason, who was completely unaffected, continued driving towards the prison farm run by the goblin consortium.

Because of a certain president who was good at wielding the tax stick, a large number of small and medium-sized farmers in the alliance went bankrupt and closed down, and then big financial companies entered the market. To put it bluntly, it was still the same old land consolidation scheme.

Unfortunately, despite owning large tracts of land and harvesting large quantities of crops every year, the farmers in the alliance don't actually make money. Without alliance subsidies, they would almost be losing money.

Therefore, they have almost no ability to resist risks once policies change, as can be seen from the fact that Superman's farm almost went bankrupt in the movie.

But once land falls into the hands of capital, it becomes profitable. Even if it's not profitable now, it can make money by changing policies, since capital will not do business at a loss.

As a newly formed conglomerate, the goblins naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity, and they also discovered even cheaper labor and agricultural tools from the tribe.

In order to acquire the latter, the goblins decisively intervened in the Alliance's prison industry and gradually occupied a considerable share.

In the Alliance, prisons are also a business. After all, the Alliance has a frighteningly high crime rate, with at least a third of the population having criminal records and millions going to jail every year. These people are all free labor, so capital will naturally not let them go, and neither will goblin corporations.

The people in the alliance thought that immigrants had taken their jobs, but in reality, they were the ones who were doing the work.

The problem now is how they get in and how they find Thumb Guy, who is hiding somewhere.

Mr. Bean deduced that Thumb Guy was hiding here based on the flow of special aphrodisiacs used by superhumans, because each superhuman has different preferences and physical conditions, and the ratio of the aphrodisiac is also different.

Coincidentally, Mr. Bean has teamed up with Thumb Guy to wreak havoc in the canyon more than once, and has also tried the potions that Thumb Guy concocted, so he suspects that Thumb Guy is hiding here.

But he didn't know exactly where it was.

The huntress plans to sneak in, but finding a superhuman that can shrink to the size of a thumb in a prison holding thousands of people and a vast farm is only slightly better than finding a needle in a haystack.

Red Spider's plan was also to sneak in, but she intended to kidnap the supervisor and threaten him into coercing her into searching the prison.

Yan Xu felt this was not a good idea, so he directly called the goblin who had represented the League of Legends in the negotiations, gave him a commission, and asked him to contact the goblin merchant who owned the prison and buy a prisoner's spot from him.

Few people know that the retail price of cattle and horses earning a few thousand yuan a month is something they could never dream of in their entire lives, but when combined...
These practices violate human rights and morality, yet they are almost openly practiced here. So, not long afterward, the prison guards personally led them into the prison to select prisoners.

(End of this chapter)