You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 72 Editing Destiny (Two in one, please read! Please vote!)

The black SUV sped along the road, and the scenery on both sides quickly receded.

The wind blew in from the slightly opened car window, ruffling Mang's long hair. Chi Ping, who was sitting next to her, could smell the fragrance of her hair.

Mang and Chi Ping sat in the back seat of the SUV, while Wei San took the passenger seat. The driver was Wei San's driver, a spirited young man in his early twenties. He was skinny, with a tattoo visible from under his collar.

This guy Wei San got a car and a driver less than 48 hours after he was released from prison.

Out of the 48 hours, 45 of them were spent enjoying themselves in revenge. It was only in the last few hours that I contacted "Canjin".

Chi Ping stroked the seat under his butt with his hand and looked at the interior of the car.

"Tsk," he said a few times, "This car is better than mine."

Hearing Chi Ping's words, Wei San, who was sitting in the passenger seat, felt pressured.

"No, I borrowed the car just to pick you up."

Mang patted Chi Ping's arm, a gesture the latter was already very familiar with, as it meant the other person was telling a lie.

But shouldn’t this be just a polite remark?

Along the way, Chi Ping teased Wei San with a smile; Wei San was sweating profusely and responded to every sentence tremblingly; and Mang never stopped patting Chi Ping's arm.

The vehicle drove for half an hour and finally arrived at the destination. Wei San was finally free.

This hotel, a 40-story building, is considered a landmark in Star City, having stood here for twenty years. The prices are also incredibly expensive, unaffordable for even the average civil servant.

We took the elevator up to the 29th floor, which was the hotel lobby. It was near dinner time, so there were quite a few people there.

The entire decoration is magnificent. Chi Ping doesn't quite understand the ins and outs of it, but he just feels very comfortable in it.

Mang seemed to have read his mind. He secretly took a photo of the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the hall with his phone and searched the price online. Wow! Over two million yuan for one chandelier, enough to buy seven of Chi Ping's Olympic cars!
After thinking about it, I didn't tell Chi Ping.

Wei San led them through the hall, walked along the long and narrow corridor, and stopped at the door of a private room.

He knocked on the door, but there was no response.

Wei San seemed a little afraid of the people inside. After knocking once, he waited outside obediently and did not knock again. He actually let Chi Ping wait in vain. It seemed that he was more afraid of the people inside than Chi Ping himself.

But Chi Ping doesn't tolerate it, especially with criminals.

He grabbed the door handle and flung it open.

The furnishings in the room are simple. There is a chair in the middle and opposite the chair is a translucent white jade screen, which looks fresh and elegant.

A blurry figure can be seen on the white jade screen. It should be the manager or supervisor of "Canjin", standing inside the screen.

There were two people guarding both sides of the screen, probably also people with super powers. Their role was to prevent Chi Ping and others from bypassing the screen and offending the people inside.

Chi Ping's sudden action of pushing the door scared Wei San.

"Mr. Tang..." Wei San apologized to the person inside, but heard the person inside interrupt him and just greeted Chi Ping directly.

"Mr. Warden, please take a seat."

Chi Ping walked to the chair in the middle and sat down. Immediately, someone brought another chair and placed it next to Chi Ping, so that Mang also had a seat.

As for Wei San, he stood aside.

"Are you 'Chanjin'?" Chi Ping asked directly.

"We are the branch of 'Chanjin' in Star City, and I am the head deacon of the branch."

"You planned the 'city hunt'?" Chi Ping asked again.

"Yes, it's part of our business." The other party answered calmly, as if this was not a crime.

"What's the reason for doing this?"

"Making money." The voice inside was still calm and frank: "If the customers have needs, we will provide services."

Chi Ping glanced at Mang, implying that it was almost time to take action. Capture him first, and ask for details later.

But I heard "Mr. Tang" on the other side speaking again.

"We invited Mr. Warden here to discuss cooperation, and we come with full sincerity."

"What other cooperation can we have?" Chi Ping suddenly became interested. Mang had not taken a picture of him from the beginning until now, which meant that what the other party said was true.

“The cooperation is a long story, let me first introduce ‘Canjin’.

"The full name of 'Canjin' is 'Canjin International Chamber of Commerce'. We have a global presence and serve wealthy businessmen and dignitaries from various countries and regions.

"As long as the service doesn't involve S-level esper, everything else is covered!"

He paused for a moment and continued, "Wei San, go check in with the kitchen to see if the lunch prepared for you two is ready."

These words were obviously meant to send Wei San away, but Chi Ping didn't want to.

"Wei San has been my friend for many years." Chi Ping said, "Let him listen here too."

This was complete nonsense, and Wei San's face twitched.

Friend, you asked me to lick your boots?

But he stopped, as if waiting for "Mr. Tang's" instructions.

Mr. Tang was silent for a while, then continued to speak to himself:

"The 'Urban Hunting' that the Warden mentioned earlier is only a small part of our overall service offering. It's more about 'Fate Editing'.

"Let me explain to Mr. Warden what 'Editing Destiny' means.

"Take Wei San as an example—"

When he said this, Wei San's eyelids twitched and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, he heard a loud thunder——

"Mr. Warden, do you think that we are simply setting up Wei San and his brother as hunter and prey?"

"What do you mean?" Chi Ping asked.

"Wei San's life experience." A chuckle came from the other side of the screen.

"He grew up in an unhappy family, his biological mother left home and his father was an alcoholic.

"His father's alcoholism was caused by us through some means; his mother ran away from home because someone among us promised to give her a happy and stable life."

"What's the benefit of doing this?" Chi Ping asked.

"The client wants it," Mr. Tang said matter-of-factly. "I don't know if you've ever played a game like 'The Sims,' but we simply replace the digital characters with real people.

"Most people in this world think that pain is art and that it is thought-provoking. But they don't want to experience pain, so we launched 'Destiny Editor'."

These conversations exploded in Wei San's mind! A huge wave of emotions surged in his heart. His misfortune since childhood had been written from the very beginning.

All of this was done simply because a strange, powerful, and wealthy person felt the need.

Mr. Tang continued:

"Then we created a coincidence so that his alcoholic father met his future stepmother.

"After the four of them had established a strong emotional bond, we removed Wei San's alcoholic father from the story. At this point, Wei San's stepmother showed her humanity.

"We received praise from the customer on this point. He felt that his 'The Sims' was very real and had highlights.

"A good story doesn't let the protagonist rest. So, we found a syphilis patient and had him infect Wei San's stepmother." At this time, Wei San desperately wanted money to treat his mother's illness. So we appeared at the right time and let him join the urban hunting.

"During the hunt, he awakened his abilities. He suddenly became a high-quality commodity, and customers were ecstatic. It felt like—

Mr. Tang pondered for a moment and said, "It's like when you play games and get good equipment."

Chi Ping could feel that Wei San was trembling all over, his lips were bitten so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

But Mr. Tang didn't care at all. He continued:
"After many hunting trips, he had enough money to support himself and his family. But as we said before, a good story doesn't let the protagonist rest.

"So, we listed his brother as prey, and during one of his activities as a hunter, we asked him to kill his brother with his own hands. When we placed his and his brother's heads in front of his stepmother.

“The whole story culminated in the guest calling it a work of art!

"For this, we have received praise and rewards from our guests; our guests have gained spiritual satisfaction and a pleasant gaming experience.

"Controlling a person's destiny is an experience only God can have.

"And all this cost just one civilian family."

Hearing this, Chi Ping felt it was abnormal. Although Wei San was also sentenced to death, Chi Ping still felt that he could no longer tolerate it.

Beside her, the surrounding black fog swirled. She was like a bow that was fully charged, her emotions on the verge of exploding.

If Chi Ping hadn't been around, he would have smashed the white jade screen and killed the people inside.

As for Wei San, Chi Ping turned around and glanced at him.

What kind of expression is this!

His eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth was soaked with blood from biting his lip. He was shaking with rage, his blood pressure skyrocketing. If he weren't a superpowered being, he would have blacked out and passed out.

His nails were deeply embedded in the flesh of his clenched fists, and blood was flowing out from between his fingers.

He had sealed away the pain he had endured for more than a decade, but today, it was all dug out by the person behind the scenes.

When he was young, he saw his father's violent appearance after drinking, and his biological mother's complicated eyes when she ran away from home;

When he grew up a little, he remembered his stepmother's gentle smile and her pointing at his brother and yelling "Why doesn't he get beaten?" when his brother got beaten.

Later, at his father's funeral, his stepmother held him in her arms and pressed down his naughty brother. At night, his stepmother warned his brother: "Brother, you have no father now. You have to be nice to him."

Then, when he came home from school, he saw strange men entering and leaving his stepmother's bedroom, as well as his stepmother's ashamed look and red spots on her arms.

Next, he dragged his injured body to hand over the reward for "urban hunting" to his stepmother, and his stepmother looked shocked and heartbroken.

Finally, there is the stunned and desperate look in the younger brother's eyes before his death in the collapsed building; and the stiff body of the stepmother hanging on the clothesline after she committed suicide.

The pain that had been suppressed for many years came flooding back to my heart today.

Bone blades continued to grow out of his body, and gradually only a pair of eyes filled with hatred were left outside.

Seeing this, Chi Ping was stunned and thought: Will this stimulate the emergence of new abilities?

Wei San was wrapped in bone armor, and the sharp blade in his hand stabbed straight into the white jade screen!
Before he got close, a "ding" sound came from behind the white jade screen. Wei San trembled all over and fell in front of Chi Ping.

The bone spurs on his body were retracted into his body, revealing tattered clothes and a fierce look in his eyes.

He was unable to move his whole body and his chest was heaving violently.

The two bodyguards beside the white jade screen carried him out with expressionless faces.

"I asked him to leave before because I was afraid that he would be emotionally unstable and disturb us." Mr. Tang spoke.

Chi Ping watched silently, and spoke after a while.

"I'm a little curious. He used to listen to you. Now that you've revealed the truth, won't you lose an A-level subordinate and gain an A-level enemy?" Chi Ping asked.

"His entire life has been written by us. No matter what his stance or strength, he will be our commodity."

Mr. Tang's voice was calm and firm.

Chi Ping was stunned for a moment, and a creepy thought popped up in his mind:

Could it be that what just happened was also part of the fate of being edited?
If so, that would be terrible.

You can't escape it for the rest of your life, no matter how angry, scared, or strong you are.

"If Mr. Warden's experience is not profound enough—" While Mr. Tang was speaking, the walls on both sides flipped over, revealing the LED screen inside.

The screen showed the hotel lobby, which was quite crowded.

"The warden can choose anyone and edit his fate.
“A timid waiter can advance to become a young entrepreneur;
“Middle-class beauties who take photos of delicious food can also become pica;
"A chaste woman can become a streetwalker if the warden is willing."

Mang's face looked very unhappy, but Mr. Tang was still just commenting.

At this time, the people enjoying the food in the hall did not know that their fate was completely in the hands of others.

The ups and downs of life are just a moment in Chi Ping's life.

Chi Ping looked at the white jade screen seriously. He was angry at Mr. Tang's attitude of treating other people's fate as commodities.

"So, what exactly do you want to gain by cooperating with me?" Chi Ping asked.

"Canjin's target is the superpowered people in prison." Mr. Tang said, "In editing destiny, basically most things can be controlled as long as you have enough financial resources.

"Only superpowers are monopolized by the governments of various countries. Natural awakening is too uncontrollable.

"So, we have no choice but to look for people with existing superpowers. And the prisoners in the warden's prison are the best resource."

Chi Ping's expression was already quite ugly, but Tang continued to talk to himself.

“With the inmates in the prison, we can develop more gameplay.

"For example, superpower battle royale, and by then, 'city hunting' will only be a basic gameplay."

Chi Ping stared at the white jade screen and said word by word, "Absolutely not!"

After he finished speaking, Mang next to him shot out a black mist chain from his hand. In an instant, the white jade screen shattered, but there was no one inside.

There is only one model sitting on a chair behind the screen, and the tool for making sounds is the communicator in front of the model.

"Mr. Warden, you are still impulsive."

Mr. Tang's voice came from the communicator. There seemed to be surveillance in the room, and he could see the scene clearly.

"I haven't finished what I'm saying yet."

"Come on, talk." Chi Ping suppressed his anger.

"You will definitely cooperate with me." Mr. Tang's tone was as calm and firm as ever.

"Why are you so sure?"

Mr. Tang did not give a direct answer, but asked in return:

"Mr. Warden, how can you be sure—

"Aren't you living the fate of our editor?"

　Thanks to: Ling Zhiyan, Jie Shuibing, Professional Engineer, and book friend 20220703100343828 for their recommendation votes!

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　　In addition, I will mostly post two chapters in one, so that the plot is coherent and it can be posted at once. If it is posted in two parts with a few hours in between, the reading experience will not be so good.

　　
　
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