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Zhong Chuxiong excitedly slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Of course! My reputation as Killer Xiong wasn't earned by dealing with criminals, but by conquering women in the dating scene!"

"Baldy, just tell me straight. If you're willing to support me, I'll have the guts to pursue her."

Lin Zhihao smiled slightly and continued to ask, "Then tell me first, how do you want my support?"

Zhong Chuxiong excitedly exclaimed, "As the saying goes, clothes make the man, a saddle makes the horse, and gold makes the Buddha. If you want to pick up girls, you have to be willing to spend money."

Baldy, if it's just dealing with those ordinary, mediocre women, I, Killer Xiong, can take care of them with a flick of my finger.

But frankly, faced with a beauty like Miss Mona, the 20 I just received is far from enough.

Seeing his eager look, Lin Zhihao pushed his own 15 yuan in front of him.

Zhong Chuxiong glanced at the money in Lin Zhihao's arms, a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, and said, "Baldy, logically speaking, this amount of money should be about right. But as you know, Miss Mona is..."

Seeing that this kid was taking advantage of his kindness and getting too big for his britches, Lin Zhihao immediately took back the 15 yuan that was on the table and said, "Then forget it. I'll find a gigolo to do the job. It'll probably be cheaper."

Seeing this, Zhong Chuxiong quickly reached out to stop Lin Zhihao's hand and said, "No, Baldy! We've been brothers for so long, talking about money would hurt our relationship."

I'm sure I'll handle this perfectly. But I don't know where Miss Mona usually spends her time having fun. How am I supposed to find her?

As Zhong Chuxiong was speaking, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said, "That's right, I can check the prison's supercomputer."

Lin Zhihao suddenly remembered that there was a supercomputer in the plot that was connected to the world's most comprehensive database. However, this supercomputer often made mistakes and was likely to get the information wrong. For example, when checking Zhong Chuxiong's biological father, it said that his father was Michael Jackson and Michael Mao.

However, the skill that allowed him to move up and down, left and right was found on the computer, and the assassin Xiong actually mastered it based on his guidance.

However, it is also possible that the assassin Xiong's extraordinary talent led him to master this divine skill that all men envy.

When the two returned to Hong Kong, it was nearly five in the morning. The sky was just beginning to lighten, and in two hours, the prisoners in the jail would be getting up to start a new day.

At exactly six o'clock in the morning, Zhong Chuxiong drove to the prison. The back seat of the car was piled with bags and packages of takeout. As soon as he opened the car door, the strong aroma of food wafted out, instantly energizing the two policemen on duty who looked tired.

Little Sheep pointed at the takeout food in the back seat, looking puzzled, and asked, "Officer Chung, what's going on?"

With a broad smile, Zhong Chuxiong explained, "Last night I was playing slot machines in Tai O. The last hand was incredible! I bet 7000 yuan and won 50 times the bet, winning 35 yuan in one go!"

Upon hearing this, Little Sheep and Big Hair's eyes widened instantly, filled with envy and jealousy, as if they were about to burst into flames. Their burning gazes were fixed on Zhong Chuxiong, as if they could "burn" him to death.

Upon hearing this, Big Hair quickly offered his congratulations: "Congratulations, Inspector Chung! This is truly a windfall, a great fortune!"

Zhong Chuxiong waved his hand with a smile: "Hey, congratulations to you too! I'm lucky, I've made a little money, so naturally the brothers should get a share too."

This morning, I specially ordered these takeout meals from Chang Kee, enough for everyone. You two have been working hard outside, so I'll give you yours first.

As he spoke, he picked up two breakfasts from the back seat and handed them to Big Hair and Little Fat Sheep respectively. Then he said, "Come on, brothers, please give me a quick check. I still need to go in and distribute breakfast to the brothers inside."

Big Hair quickly said, "Officer Chung, please don't embarrass us. It's so early in the morning, what's there to check? You should go in quickly, the brothers on the night shift are starving."

Little Sheep chimed in, "That's right! Inspector Chung has made a fortune and still hasn't forgotten his brothers. Just for that, you're a truly admirable officer. In my opinion, you're definitely on your way to becoming a Senior Correctional Officer!"

The big-haired man had a wide smile on his face, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he kept spouting praises. The little fat sheep next to him was not to be outdone, nodding his head like a pestle, echoing him eagerly, his words full of flattery and respect.

The two of them sang in unison, their effusive compliments enveloping Zhong Chuxiong like waves.

Zhong Chuxiong's lips curled up in a smug smile as he swaggered into the driver's seat and started the car, under the eager gazes of the two men.

The engine roared, the car slowly moved forward, the wheels kicking up fine dust, just like his triumphant mood at that moment, as he drifted away from the place.

The news seemed to have wings, and in just twenty minutes, it swept through the entire Stanley Prison like a whirlwind.

The prison guards gathered in the duty room, whispering among themselves, their faces filled with astonishment and curiosity; the prisoners paced around their cells, speculating, their eyes gleaming with excitement, all talking about the same thing—Zhong Chuxiong had won a whopping 35 at the Tai O casino last night!

The number exploded like a thunderclap in the dull prison, shocking everyone into exclamations of amazement.

In the blink of an eye, Chung Chu-hung's name was imbued with a legendary aura, transforming him into the "God of Gamblers" of Stanley.

After meals, everyone kept thinking about his "heroic deeds" in the Tai O casino, imagining how he calmly sat at the gambling table, playing cards and piling up chips, dominating the game amidst shouts and exclamations.

Whenever they had a chance to meet, the prisoners would surround him, gazing at him expectantly, hoping to hear firsthand the thrilling, exciting, and glamorous saga of his life, adding a unique touch to their dull prison life.

However, the newly crowned "God of Gamblers" was completely out of sorts. He was listless and kept yawning. After all, he hadn't had enough sleep all night and was exhausted. He simply didn't have the energy to satisfy everyone's curiosity and expectations.

With the dazzling halo of "God of Gamblers in Stanley" and because everyone enjoyed the sumptuous breakfast he brought, the police officers in the prison, even though they knew that Chung Chu-hung was violating discipline by sleeping during work hours, all chose to turn a blind eye and no one reported him.

However, only a few observant people noticed that Lin Zhihao, the newly risen bigwig in cell block B, also seemed rather listless.

His condition improved slightly after he secretly took two naps.

Lin Zhihao was filled with frustration, thinking to himself: Logically speaking, he already had 20 points of physique and 20 points of strength, which was not low anywhere, so why was he so tired after just one night without sleep?

Just as he was wondering, his gaze fell on the mere 9 points of mental strength in the system attributes.

"Energy? Does that mean you have no energy if you don't sleep?"

He couldn't help but think to himself, "Holy crap, is this attribute specifically designed to control sleep time?"

Does this mean the higher my mental attribute, the less sleep I need? If my mental attribute is high enough, will I be able to completely break free from the constraints of sleep?

Lin Zhihao thought about it more and more and felt that it made more sense. However, he also instinctively felt that his understanding of the attribute of spirit was not enough. After all, the portrayal of spiritual power in the movies of the past was very exciting. So, what is the connection between spirit and spiritual power?

Although he didn't know, Lin Zhihao had a feeling that every attribute must have its importance, he just didn't know it yet.

The clock was about to strike midnight when Stanley Ho, the "God of Gamblers," strode briskly onto the playground, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He walked straight to Lin Zhihao, a satisfied smile on his face, and said, "Brother Hao, that was such a good night's sleep! Shall we go out again tonight?"

Lin Zhihao shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and concern: "Let's skip tonight. Playing all night long is too much for my body, but I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it. You should focus your attention on Mengna more."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Chuxiong laughed confidently: "Don't worry, Brother Hao, I just consulted the supercomputer at the Information Technology Department and learned that Miss Mona's favorite gym is the fitness center on the fifteenth floor of the Jiajia Building in Causeway Bay."

Tonight, watch me show off my skills and 'capture' her heart!

Lin Zhihao remained calm, but secretly memorized the address in his mind, and said aloud, "Then I wish you success."

Remember this: if she's cold to you, don't hesitate, spend all your money. In this world, some people may look down on you, but no one will turn down money.

Zhong Chuxiong, with a smug look on his face and a smug smile, said, "Brother Hao, you are indeed a little bit better than me when it comes to gambling, but when it comes to picking up girls, if I, Killer Xiong, admit to being second, no one dares to claim to be first."

Mona is nothing, but watch how I bewitch her and make her lose her mind.

"Brother Hao, just relax and wait patiently in prison for my triumphant return."

At this point, he seemed to suddenly remember something, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "But, Brother Hao, why did you make me spend so much money to woo her?"

Lin Zhihao secretly plotted in his heart: because he wanted to use this opportunity to get rid of her and Liu Yaozu. But his face remained calm and composed, like a still lake, and he simply replied, "Isn't your computer incredibly powerful? Why don't you just ask the computer?"

Zhong Chuxiong didn't react for a moment and actually believed it. After a moment of stunned silence, he slapped his forehead and looked like he had just realized something: "Oh, right! How come I didn't think of that? I'll ask about it when I have time tomorrow."

When it was time to eat, all the prisoners headed to the mess hall.

Lin Zhihao lightly patted the dust off his clothes, looked up at Zhong Chuxiong, and asked in a calm tone, "I'm going to eat, do you want to come with me?"

Zhong Chuxiong muttered, "Never mind, my dad just called and said he made me some soup. I'll also ask him to wipe down my car."

"Look at Hao-ge, every time I go out I get covered in dust. My dad, on the other hand, is always out getting massages or cupping done by women. Who knows, he might bring home a stepmother someday."

Listening to Zhong Chuxiong's words, Lin Zhihao suddenly thought of the plot where he wasn't his father's biological son. Hmm, should he tell him?

Just then, the bell for the night shift change rang out crisply, breaking the surrounding tranquility.

Zhong Chuxiong then got into his car, started the engine, and drove away from the prison.

These days, in order not to arouse suspicion, he can only drive his own car to and from get off work on time every day.

Time flows on, and night quietly falls.

The prison was silent. Apart from Robinson Crusoe, no one seemed to notice that a person was missing from his solitary confinement cell, while a mysterious man in a constable's uniform had appeared in the corridor.

He walked with steady steps to the entrance of the first floor of the prison cell.

There was a constable sitting by the wall, staring intently at a thin, colorful book.

Seeing this, the mysterious man cursed inwardly, "Damn assassin Xiong, where was this guard when I came out yesterday? Instead of enjoying yourself in the inner palace today, you sent someone here to keep an eye on me?"

Lin Zhihao frowned, pondered for a long time, and finally chose to carefully retreat to the unguarded single cell on the top floor and re-enter his cramped space.

Robinson Crusoe, seeing him return, looked puzzled and asked softly, "Why are you back again? Did something happen?"

Lin Zhihao sighed helplessly and slowly said, "There's a constable guarding the main entrance on the first floor, and he's armed with guns."

Leaving the B block cell building unnoticed is virtually impossible.

Robinson blinked, then asked, "Then why didn't you go out like you did last night?"

A resolute glint flashed in Lin Zhihao's eyes as he lowered his voice and said, "I'm going out tonight, and no one can know, because I'm going to take Mengna's life."

"If we're gambling in the Great Palace, Zhong Chuxiong will definitely cooperate with me. But if he knows I'm going to kill someone, he wouldn't dare to get involved even if he had a million lives."

Robinson lowered his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "This entire B-section prison building has only one main entrance. Whether you are a constable or a prisoner, if you want to get out, you must pass through the entrance on the first floor. There is no other way out."

After hearing this, Lin Zhihao let out a long sigh, his face full of helplessness: "If we really can't get out, then I'm afraid we can only..."

Robinson's eyes suddenly lit up, and he interrupted, "No, there are also ventilation ducts. You can go and try them."

Lin Zhihao was overjoyed. He slapped his thigh and then gently tapped the ventilation duct of his cell.

Robinson quickly stopped him, saying, "That won't do. You need to find the entrance or exit of the ventilation duct first. Let me think... I've seen it somewhere before... Oh, right, the bathroom!"

Go look in the bathroom; there's bound to be a ventilation opening there. If you can get into the ventilation duct, you can climb all the way to the roof. But once you're on the roof, how will you get down?

Lin Zhihao's lips curled up into a confident smile: "Don't worry, I have a plan for how to get down there."

Lin Zhihao rushed to the bathroom where the constable's uniform was still placed, his eyes searching anxiously, and soon he found the ventilation opening.

He moved with the agility of a nimble monkey, gripping the edge with both hands and pushing himself up.

Next, he carefully disguised the entrance to the ventilation duct, making sure there were no obvious flaws, before slowly crawling into the ventilation duct.

The inside of the pipe was filled with dust and the air was a bit murky, but fortunately the space was spacious enough for Lin Zhihao to move forward with difficulty.

He struggled to climb through the ventilation duct, his hands and knees constantly rubbing against the duct walls, until he finally reached the rooftop.

Lin Zhihao used all his strength to push open the heavy iron window at the ventilation duct outlet. With a creaking sound, he poked his head out, covered in dust, looking rather disheveled.