Delta: Who are you saying has suffered a loss of strength?

Ever since Han Che told him about the plan, Shi Ding's expression had been somewhat solemn, as if he was constantly going over the plan in his mind to see if there were any oversights.

After all, the warden has only been in prison for a short time this time, and we might not be able to contact him before the next opening. We need to think through all possible situations and consult Han Che immediately if anything happens.

"It's getting late, I should head back," Han Che said, glancing at the time.

Shi Ding nodded and accompanied Han Che on this trip. They would go to pull the gate and then head to the prison evacuation point.

Han Che walked in front, and Shi Ding followed behind, carefully observing the size and weight of Han Che's steps, and imitating him from behind.

The lights in the corridor flickered, casting long shadows on the ground.

Shi Ding maintained that same expression throughout the journey, clearly indicating that he was thinking a lot.

At the evacuation point, Han Che looked at Shi Ding's appearance and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"It's okay, those players won't go and pull off your mask to see. Just beat them into submission," Han Che said with a smile, and then walked towards the evacuation point.

Suddenly, Shi Ding remembered something. Standing outside the evacuation point, he asked Han Che, who was walking inside, "Warden, what if I run into your team?"

Han Che paused, turned his head and grinned, "Think about what the warden would do?" His tone deliberately mimicked Shi Ding's way of addressing him, with a hint of mockery.

"But I'm afraid..." Shi Ding reached out as if to reach for Han Che.

Before Shi Ding could finish speaking, Han Che interrupted, "Don't worry, just fight like a warden should. Don't be afraid of losing to me. I'll put on a show. Remember, the only purpose of this operation is to make everyone believe that you are the warden, you are Geheros!"

Han Che arrived at the water pit at the prison evacuation point. "Don't embarrass me!" he said, then jumped into the water with a splash and disappeared.

Shi Ding stretched out his hand, "I'm afraid I'll hit too hard..."

But Han Che was already gone.

"Fine, let's do as the warden says. Anyway, those players can be resurrected after they die, just like the warden. We can't let him down!"

Shi Ding seemed to have made up his mind, and turned to walk back.

……

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

Around nine or ten o'clock in the morning, there was a deafening banging on the hotel room door.

"Brother Han! Wake up, Brother Han!"

"The sun's already high in the sky! Han-ge! Wake up! Sister Xiaobai's calling us to go to the club together!"

Han Che opened his eyes groggily. The curtains weren't fully drawn, and a sliver of white light shone through. He squinted and turned his head to avoid the glaring light.

When I got out of prison and returned to the hotel, it was already five or six o'clock.

Fortunately, it's winter now, and the days are longer, giving him time to close his eyes and take a nap.

"Coming..." Han Che replied lazily, slowly rolling out of bed.

He walked to the door, swaying his head, put his hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

"Brother Han! You're still not up!" Mule, wearing a white hoodie, looked at Han Che's messy hair and dark circles under his eyes from the doorway and laughed.

"You really drank too much yesterday? You're no good! Look at me, I'm perfectly fine!" Mule puffed out his chest, patted his belly, and looked smug.

"Ah, right, right..." Han Che rolled his eyes at him. He was the one who got drunk the most yesterday, but judging from how quickly he got drunk today, he recovered just as well.

"What's wrong? Why are you waking me up so early?" Han Che leaned against the door frame, rubbing his eyes.

"Did you really black out? Didn't Sister Xiaobai say yesterday that our club has a spot in the next Tide Prison competition, and we were supposed to discuss the lineup today?" Mule reminded him.

"She and Qiuying are already waiting downstairs. She just called to urge me."

We had a dinner party yesterday, and we drank quite late. The club members didn't leave; they all stayed at this nearby hotel.

"Okay, I don't have much stuff here. I'll tidy up and wash my face, then I'll come down right away."

Just as Han Che thought, it was the right thing to rush over overnight; if they had waited until dawn to come back, it would have been too late.

He leaned against the door, closed his eyes for a while, and then went to the bathroom.

I did look rather sloppy in the mirror. My hair was a mess like a bird's nest, my face was a little swollen, and I had dark circles under my eyes.

He turned on the tap, and the cold water splashed on his face, making him shiver and feel a little more awake.

I wet my hands and brushed my hair back a couple of times. Looking at myself in the mirror, I nodded. At least I looked presentable.

Han Che followed the mule downstairs. A red sedan was parked by the roadside. Its low-slung, streamlined body looked particularly sporty, and the engine was still running, emitting a deep hum.

The driver's window rolled down, and Qiu Ying rested her arm on the window, a pair of brown sunglasses perched on her head, her hair loose and draped over her shoulders. "Hurry up! We've been waiting for you forever!"

Old Zhou and the others have already driven back to the club in that black SUV.

"Is this your car? It's pretty cool!" Han Che bent down, looked through the car window, and praised the interior.

"Hmph, that's a must!" Qiu Ying said smugly.

Han Che and Mule opened the car door and climbed in. The second row of the sports car was a bit cramped for two grown men.

"What a piece of junk this is! It's so crowded! With this money, you might as well buy a..." the mule complained from behind, his eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. I'll drive whatever car I want! Let's go!" Qiu Ying put her sunglasses on top of her head, covering half of her face.

With the accelerator floored, the engine roared, the car lurched forward, and the tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground.

The immense force of the push pressed Han Che and Mule, who had just settled into their seats, firmly into their seats.

"What the hell are you doing! Ahhhhh! Slow down, slow down!" The mule screamed like a pig being slaughtered in the back seat, making Han Che's ears ring.

His hands gripped the handrails tightly inside the car, and his body bounced back and forth in the seat.

Han Che already thought that Mule's driving skills were already quite impressive, but he didn't expect there to be another expert!

Qiu Ying's car weaved through traffic, overtaking and changing lanes with clean and efficient movements, switching between the accelerator and brake with effortless grace.

She looked relaxed, wearing sunglasses so her eyes were obscured, but the curve of her lips suggested she was enjoying the thrill of the high-speed chase.

They quickly returned to the 78 Club building. As soon as the car door opened, Han Che felt a churning in his stomach, and acid rose to his throat, almost making him vomit.

His legs were a little weak, and he and the mule helped him off the cart.

Qiu Ying parked her car on the side of the road, locked it, and walked ahead wearing sunglasses, her steps light and quick, as if nothing had happened.

The mule watched her retreating figure, gritting his teeth.