Stop pretending, I'm a security guard, a five-star general!

Perfect, killing two birds with one stone.

With a smile on his face, Qin Yu lay back down on the bed in his cell and soon drifted off into a sweet dream.

Meanwhile, Wang Hai, humming a tune with great joy, carried two bottles of fine wine to the sixth underground prison area.

Compared to the other five floors, the underground sixth floor prison area appears quite empty, holding only one prisoner.

He was a middle-aged man with messy hair like a bird's nest, a stubble beard, and a weathered face.

However, from his angular face and bright eyes, one can vaguely tell that he must have been a handsome man who captivated countless young girls in his youth.

This man's cell was slightly different from the others. In addition to some basic bedding, there was a bookshelf filled with all kinds of books.

At that moment, the man with messy hair was reclining on the bed, intently reading a magazine. The cover featured a scantily clad, sexy blonde woman with a hot figure.

Clearly, this magazine isn't very serious.

Hearing footsteps approaching from not far away, the man with the messy hair quickly pulled up his pants and put down the magazine he was holding.

Seeing this, Wang Hai couldn't help but joke:

"Looks like I've come at the wrong time. Maybe I should come back later, and you can finish up first?"

"Fuck off!"

The man with the messy hair glared at him, sat up, and yawned lazily.

"Why did you suddenly come to my place so late at night? And you seem quite happy?"

Wang Hai opened the cell door and walked in, seemingly completely unaware of his identity as the warden. He casually sat down opposite the man with the messy hair and said with a smile:

"Tiancheng, I'm going to make a fortune!"

"Make a fortune?" The man with the messy hair raised an eyebrow slightly. "You won the lottery?"

"almost."

Wang Hai looked excited and then recounted the business plan that Qin Yu had told him.

The man with the messy hair was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then burst into laughter:

"Live-streaming e-commerce from prison, what a brilliant idea! This kid is a real genius!"

The man with the messy hair snatched a bottle of wine from Wang Hai's hand, opened the cap, and took a big gulp. He then shook his head with interest and sighed:

"Young people these days are really getting more and more creative."

Wang Hai also opened a bottle of wine, took a big gulp, and then said with a smile:

"If you knew what this kid did to get him in jail, you'd be very surprised."

"Oh? Tell me?"

"This kid killed the Emperor's ninth son."

"What!?"

Upon hearing this, the man with the messy hair's pupils suddenly contracted, and the bottle in his hand instantly shattered in his hand. His face showed disbelief as he said:

"This kid actually killed that bastard Zhou Tiandao's son?!"

Wang Hai not only did not stop the man with the messy hair from making such disrespectful remarks, but also nodded with a slight smile.

There was a few seconds of silence in the room, followed by a burst of hearty laughter.

"Hahaha, well done! Well done!!"

The man with the messy hair was beaming with a smile that was almost brighter than a chrysanthemum.

"The only pity is that we killed Zhou Tiandao's most useless ninth son. If we could have killed his eldest or third son, that would have been better."

The man with the messy hair clicked his tongue and shook his head regretfully.

"Hehe, if we had killed the First Prince or the Third Prince, that kid wouldn't have been sent here. He would have been reincarnated long ago."

Wang Hai smiled and took a sip of his drink.

Who in the world doesn't know that the First Prince and the Third Prince are the Emperor's two most talented sons and his favorites? If anyone were to kill them, the Emperor would probably fight them to the death.

"This kid's interesting. I'll bring him over to meet you another day," the man with the messy hair said, smacking his lips with interest.

“It’s possible, but I’m warning you, don’t incite them to rebel. Their future is bright and promising, don’t let them fool you.” Wang Hai warned earnestly.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

The man with the messy hair nodded, a meaningful smile appearing on his face:

"I just want to see what the person who killed my enemy's son looks like."