People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

“So, how do you plan to be sure?” Abruzzi asked.

“I have a plan. Tonight, I’ll figure out how to stage a fake prison break,” Michael said calmly. “Then I’ll know which way to go.”

Abruzzi chuckled, somewhat speechless. "A fake prison break? How are you going to do that?"

"If you get me a key, I can do it."

Which key?

Michael explained.

Abruzzi realized, "This key won't be easy to get!"

“You’ll do anything to get out, no matter how difficult,” Michael said with an air of superiority.

Abruzzi was very unhappy with Michael's attitude. On a whim, he decided to let it out a little bit, feeling that it would be more real. So, he suddenly leaned close to Michael and deliberately threatened him in a low voice.

“Michael, very few people dare to talk to me like this. You’d better actually let me leave here in the end, or else…”

The words came out.

Lincoln decisively spoke up in defense of Michael, and asked Abruzzi fiercely, "Otherwise what? Tell me!"

“Heh,” Abruzzi sneered.

Ding Ze, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, smiled faintly.

In his view, Michael's performance, or rather his attitude, was actually quite interesting.

Michael needs Abruzzi's help to leave this place.

The relationship between the two should be one where each gets what they need.

But Michael maintained a condescending attitude throughout, as if he were telling Abruzzi, "I helped you escape from prison, you should be grateful and secretly happy."

Isn't that funny?

'Luckily, he's the main character.'

'Otherwise, with this kind of performance, he should have been fired long ago.'

Ding Ze smiled as he thought to himself.

Michael then spoke up to Ding Ze, saying, "Mr. Ding, what you need to do is very simple. I will not be here during roll call tonight. If the prison guards question you, you just need to say that you don't know anything."

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze promptly raised his hand and made an OK gesture, "Okay."

Michael nodded, then asked Abruzzi, "If everything's alright, we should head out."

Abruzzi shook his head. "No problem."

Hear the words.

Michael didn't say anything, but got up and walked out.

Abruzzi followed.

Ding Ze stubbed out his cigarette and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, at that moment, Lincoln reached out and grabbed Ding Ze's shoulder, speaking, "Ding Ze, my intuition tells me you have other plans!"

Even when pinned down, Ding Ze remained completely calm.

After all, he was just a Lincoln with a bad temper who was basically useless except for causing trouble.

"Oh?" Ding Ze smiled, feigning confusion. "So what's my plan?"

Lincoln's face was stern. "I don't know yet. I hope that whatever your plans are, they have nothing to do with Michael! If anything happens to him because of you, I will kill you!"

“Good, good, good,” Ding Ze replied with a smile, then praised, “Your personal charm is indeed impressive, no wonder you’ve fallen to this state.”

Lincoln was genuinely surprised by Ding Ze's words and exclaimed in astonishment, "????"

Ding Ze ignored him, "Let go, or the prison guards will come looking for trouble."

Lincoln was silent for two seconds, but finally let go.

Ding Ze lifted his foot and walked outside.

He didn't have much affection for the Michael and Lincoln brothers, nor did he have much dislike for them.

That's all there is to it.

If we can use it, we will; if not, so be it. If things really turn sour, it doesn't matter.

He refused to believe that he, a time traveler who knew the plot and had a cheat code, could be no match for a genius like Michael.

Chapter 24 That kid is being a bit disrespectful.

The PI's work is finished.

Ding Ze and the others returned to their cell under the guidance of the prison guards.

As soon as they reached the second floor, Ding Ze and Michael both saw a prison guard standing at the door of cell number 40.

See this scene.

After thinking for a moment, Ding Ze guessed that Pope must have come to inform Michael about the prison transfer.

Michael, of course, knew nothing and was only puzzled.

As we approached the entrance to cell number 40.

The prison guard waiting at the cell door immediately reached out to stop Ding Ze, "Ding Ze, wait outside for a moment."

Then he turned to Michael and said, "Scowfield, go inside, the warden wants to see you."

Upon hearing this, Michael became even more confused, not understanding what had happened, and silently walked into his cell.

Ding Ze stood against the wall, waiting quietly.

Pope and Michael's conversation did not last long.

However, a few minutes later.

Pope left.

Having clearly heard the entire conversation, Ding Ze returned to his cell.

Michael sat on his bed, his brows furrowed, looking deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Ding Ze felt he needed to ask, after all, they were now accomplices, and it would be unreasonable not to ask.

Michael didn't answer but asked in return, "You heard everything Pope said?"

"heard it."

"It seems like he meant that someone higher up wants him to move me away," Michael said, puzzled. "I'm wondering, who could it be?"

Ding Ze smiled and said, "That's easy, I know."

"???" Michael was shocked, his eyes widening as he looked at Ding Ze. "How did you know?"

"It's not important," Ding Ze said dismissively with a smile.

Michael's expression became complicated. He remained silent for a few seconds, then didn't press for an answer. "Who is it that wants to move me away?"

“They’re the same people who want Lincoln to sit in the electric chair,” Ding Ze replied.

"Do you know the name?" Myrk asked.

Ding Ze shook his head, "It won't do you any good to know now."

"??????" Michael was a little confused. After thinking for a moment, true to his nature, he didn't press the matter further and decided to figure it out himself. So he asked something else, "A group of people? More than one?"

"Of course, one person couldn't have devised such a plan to kill Lincoln."

As Ding Ze spoke, he climbed onto the top bunk and lay down. "But don't worry too much, those guys are nothing special, not that great. Otherwise, Lincoln would have been dead long ago. Think about it, it took them so much effort to kill a nobody like Lincoln, how powerful could they be?"

Of course, if you take this seriously, it's nonsense.

The reason Lincoln ended up in this situation, and why he hasn't been killed off without a clear explanation, is that the 'company's' plan was to force Lincoln's father to reveal himself...

However, if Lincoln had actually died before his execution, this goal would have been completely unattainable.

But it's okay, Michael doesn't know yet, so this kind of nonsense is fine to tease Michael.

Michael heard this and was speechless for a moment.

Something about this sounds off.

"Are you kidding me?" After a brief silence, Michael spoke up, "Those people who can arrange prison transfers must have a lot of power. It can't be like what you're saying."

“Having great power doesn’t mean being capable,” Ding Ze continued to evade the question, then said, not intending to say more, “There’s no use thinking about this now. You’ll come into contact with them sooner or later after you get out. You can think about it slowly then. I’m going to take a nap.”

"it is good."

Michael responded, but naturally, he didn't really want to think about it anymore.

In fact, Michael thought about much more.

For example, what were the high positions of those who plotted to frame Lincoln? What kind of people were they? And what were their motives?

For example, what's wrong with Ding Ze? Why does he seem to know everything? How does he know all of this...?

In fact, if he hadn't subtly confirmed with Pope that Ding Ze had entered the country more than a month earlier than him... he would have seriously suspected that Ding Ze was a pawn planted by those people to ensure Lincoln's execution.