Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 962 More money is needed

It was Yan Xu's first time in prison, and he was curious about everything, even though there wasn't much to see.

Outside were concrete-paved grounds and barbed wire fences, guarded by heavily armed and cold-eyed soldiers; inside were prisoners treated like animals.

I don't know where they get so much energy to lift weights, play sports, and fight when they're not even getting enough to eat.

Of course, their time outside of prison wouldn't be long, because they still needed to work to pay off their jail fees, otherwise they wouldn't even have food to eat.

Do you really think that private prisons run by capitalists are charity work? Who would do it if there were no profit in it?

This also means that even those lowly servants with no money in their pockets do not receive free food, lodging, or medical care in prison, while the upper class who are willing to spend money live in single rooms with private bathrooms, TVs, and computers, even when they are in prison. They can even upgrade their services to include food, shopping, and women.

There's an even higher option: they can go out during the day and come back to sleep at night; once midnight strikes, it counts as two days of imprisonment.

This has become the norm in the league, and Yan Xu can only say that it's good to be rich.

Because they paid a substantial deposit and were recognized as premium customers, they were allowed to select goods themselves. They were also greeted by dedicated guards who provided explanations and highly professional data, giving Yan Xu the feeling of picking breeding pigs at a pig farm.

This prison is quite old, and once you enter, you get a cold and damp feeling, and that's not an illusion.

To prevent prisoners from escaping, all the windows in the building were kept very small and were fitted with iron bars. The water pipes were also in disrepair and the building was very humid, so water dripped from time to time.

In this environment, the walls were already dilapidated, with peeling paint and mold, and the corridor lights flickered constantly due to wiring problems.

That is, during the day. If it were night, this would definitely be a great place to film a ghost movie.

After walking through the corridor, the surroundings became a bit more lively, but the living conditions were even worse.

In order to maximize profits, the entire building was divided into many small compartments, each crammed with four prisoners.

Between the two bunk beds right next to the sink and toilet, there was only enough space for four people to stand, making it difficult to even stretch out.

The tiny windows and the ineffective ventilation system made the place damp, stuffy, and filled with an omnipresent sense of oppression.

These criminals were already short-tempered, and living in this environment made them even more volatile. Almost every one of them showed their unapproachable side because they knew very well that honest people in prison meant they were easy to bully, that you could scold them, hit them, bully them, and torture them.

Nobody wants to become a loose, droopy sunflower, and nobody wants to get slapped by a nurse for soiling their pants when they're old, so everyone acts like they're asking for a beating because they're covered in thorns.

But when they saw the prison guards, who looked like salesmen, leading Yan Xu and his companions over, their faces changed drastically. Some coughed, some had their legs go weak, and some pretended to be stupid. They seemed to be suffering from eighteen different illnesses at once. Some of them, driven to desperation, even had diarrhea on the spot. The guards who rushed over were so angry that they cursed and grabbed the fire hose to spray water everywhere. Not only were the bedding and clothes damaged, but even the cigarettes, instant noodles, and magazines they had secretly hidden were all ruined. A series of wails and curses immediately followed.

These things are a form of hard currency in prison, but the guards showed no mercy because they couldn't sell new ones if they didn't destroy them.

In fact, Yan Xu understood these prisoners quite well, because the tablets provided by the prison contained information on all the prisoners, including their names, ages, heights, and weights, as well as incredibly detailed medical examination reports, almost like they were stamped with a quarantine seal.

The reason for doing this is obvious, and these pigs also know their identity and fate. They can't change it, so they can only try to delay as much as possible.

In reality, various forms of self-harm are commonplace here. After all, even being crippled is better than being a piece of meat on a chopping block. However, the goblins are soft-hearted, especially with their capitalist aura. After a few ruthless crackdowns, they had no choice but to accept their fate. But they still had to pretend, just in case they could escape this ordeal. Yan Xu was specifically looking at black items on his tablet, which puzzled the prison guard who was acting as a salesman. Generally, those who could afford it were paid for white items. Unless they had no other choice, they were extremely disgusted by black liquids other than oil flowing into their veins. But after feeling the thick wad of cash in his pocket, he wisely kept quiet.

In fact, the experienced prison guards had already seen through the other party's ulterior motives, but so what? Money was the most important thing.

Everyone knows that goblins are greedy by nature. Working for them means working day and night, but the pay is pitifully low, making life extremely stifling. If it weren't for extra income, they would have quit long ago.

With such lucrative offers being presented to them, the guards simply turned a blind eye, knowing they could not only get the money but also enjoy a peaceful life. Only a fool would do anything unnecessary. Therefore, the guards pretended not to notice their unusual behavior and instead focused even more intently on their sales pitch.

"Besides regular business, they also sell souls here."

Yan Xu had no idea that the Alliance Prison's operations were so up-to-date, even providing sacrifices to warlocks and other evil professions.

But this gave Yan Xu an excuse, and he said he wanted to carefully select a batch of sacrificial offerings.

The guard didn't care that the people he was selling were his own kind, and immediately led the way to the next area.

The prisoners in this area had just finished their work and were returning to their cells when Yan Xu's gaze was suddenly drawn to a 300-pound white nanmu tree.

The other person's buttocks were a full meter wide, but when they walked, it was as if they had severe hemorrhoids, and they didn't shrink back. They swayed and wiggled, attracting whistles wherever they went.

“It’s him,” Yan Xu said with a very strange expression.

The guard in charge of the sales didn't care why Yan Xu chose him. With a wave of his hand, the guards who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward, shoved him with stun guns, and Bai Nan immediately trembled.

Whether it was the thick layer of fat that reduced the damage from the electric current, or something else, Bai Nan not only didn't fall down, but went berserk. With a wave of his hand, he sent two guards flying, one crashing into the wall and the other slamming into the fence. The loud noises showed just how hard they had fallen.

"Damn it, this is an abnormal event! Quickly grab your weapons and suppress it!" The sales assistant guard immediately realized that the other party was a hidden ability user. He quickly retreated while calling for backup via walkie-talkie.

Extreme emotions and life-threatening crises are the most likely to activate superpowers, so this is not the first time the prison has encountered such a situation, and therefore there were contingency plans in place.

But contingency plans are one thing, and deaths are another.

Without firearms, every superhuman is a walking weapon; killing ordinary people would be far too easy for them.

"Weakness Curse, Life Drain." Yan Xu reached out and grabbed, and his evil energy drained the opponent's life force. Bai Nan, who was originally full of energy and had even dismantled the fence, suddenly became limp and unable to move on the ground.

The guards, carrying rifles, arrived and bound Bai Nan with specially made restraints. At the same time, the prison's owner, a goblin wearing eight gem-encrusted gold rings, also rushed over under the protection of troll and orc bodyguards.

"Wait a minute, you're paying the price for an ordinary prisoner. He's a superhuman, so you'll have to pay more!"

Yan Xu stepped in to help prevent a major casualty incident.
They really are goblins; all they care about is money.

The advantage is that as long as you give a lot, the goblins don't care about your purpose. Even if Bai Nan is the savior of the world in the future, it won't stop the goblins from making money.

(End of this chapter)