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Lin Zhihao, seeing his serious yet nonsensical manner, knew exactly what was going on but didn't expose him. He went along with the conversation, saying, "Oh, I really didn't know Miss Mona was into this kind of thing. Never mind, Xiong-ge, with your physique, you're all about the imposing look. There's no need to compare yourself to that kind of person."

As she spoke, her gaze shifted to his sunglasses. "But what happened to your eyes? They look like this."

Zhong Chuxiong clicked his tongue, sat up straight, and said with a face full of indignation, "Last night was incredibly unlucky! I was strolling on the street when, by sheer coincidence, I ran into a few thugs bullying a beautiful woman. My sense of justice kicked in, how could I not intervene?"

I rushed forward on the spot and took on three opponents by myself. At first, I beat those three thugs so badly that they lost their bearings and retreated step by step.

Then, some shameless guy, taking advantage of my inattention, resorted to dirty tricks, sneaking up on me from behind and punching me squarely in the eye. What bad luck!

Lin Zhihao shook his head helplessly and said with a regretful look, "Sigh, there's no other way right now. Just focus on recovering."

"Once you've recovered from your injuries, I'll take you across the sea to fight. Then we'll have a blast and wreak havoc on the battlefield!"

Zhong Chuxiong, beaming with pride, nodded vigorously, his cheeks bulging, chewing on goose meat. He mumbled, "The infirmary just sent word that Dinosaur and Zhang Zhiheng can get out. What's next?"

Lin Zhihao's lips curled into a meaningful smile, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Simple, arrange for them to come to our cells."

Those few good-for-nothing dinosaurs are useless now; it's time to send them on their way. As for Zhang Zhiheng, we need to find an opportunity to pry the whereabouts of that money out of him. Once we understand, he'll be of no value.

Zhong Chuxiong grunted in response, stood up, still clutching half a goose leg in his hand, and strode away while chewing on it.

Lin Zhihao sat alone, his brows furrowed, his mind racing as he racked his brains to figure out how to bring this group of criminals to justice.

Suddenly, his gaze swept over the description of the "Bewitched" skill in his mind, and his eyes lit up. It was as if a ray of light had pierced through layers of fog in an instant, and a flash of inspiration struck him like lightning. He seemed to have an idea.

As the sun rose higher and it was noon, Zhang Zhiheng, surrounded by Dinosaur and his two underlings, dragged his feet back to his cell.

Lin Zhihao looked up and saw Zhang Zhiheng with his legs spread apart, in a strange and disheveled posture, looking like a rooster that had just been defeated. It looked ridiculous, and Lin Zhihao couldn't help but smile.

But in an instant, when he thought of the 1000 million that Zhang Zhiheng had hidden somewhere, his smile froze, his eyes grew cold, and his heart hardened.

Night fell like a large black cloth, completely covering the cell. Everyone was exhausted after a long day, and soon the sound of snoring filled the cell.

In the dead of night, Zhang Zhiheng suddenly screamed, "No! Help! Don't do this to me!"

The scream was sharp and shrill, like a razor blade, instantly shattering the silence of the cell and violently pulling everyone out of their sleep.

Several prisoners, already short-tempered and disturbed from their sleep, were now enraged. Like firecrackers, they jumped up, cursing and swearing, and charged at Zhang Zhiheng. Their fists, brimming with anger, pounded on him several times, yelling as they hit him: "What are you yelling about in the middle of the night? Can't a person get any sleep?!"

Zhang Zhiheng was beaten until he curled up, his face full of fear and pain. After a while, he finally came to his senses from the punches and kicks. His shouts stopped abruptly, leaving only low hissing sounds of pain.

The commotion drew hurried footsteps down the corridor. The on-duty constable stormed in, his face dark, banging his baton against the iron door with a loud clang. His eyes wide with anger, he roared, "Are you trying to get yourself killed in the middle of the night?! Quiet down, or you'll all be locked up!"

The crowd fell silent, and the constable glared at them a few more times before turning and leaving, cursing under his breath.

The prisoners, still shaken, exchanged glances and secretly rejoiced that they hadn't been killed.

After all, Zhang Zhiheng was already seriously injured. If he were to act impulsively and cause a death, he would be crossing Lin Zhihao's line. They knew that Brother Hao would not let it go easily. At that time, this cell would probably be thrown into chaos and bloodshed, and they might even lose their own lives.

The night was deep, and the cell had just quieted down for a short while. Everyone had finally drifted off to sleep again when suddenly, a scream, like a thunderclap, exploded in the room, sending chills down everyone's spines.

It turned out to be a dinosaur. For some reason, it fell straight off the bed with a thud. Then, like a spinning top out of control, it rolled wildly on the floor, waving its arms wildly and screaming at the top of its lungs. Its voice was full of fear and pain, piercing the heart in the quiet night and driving away the sleepiness that had finally been brought to a good night's rest.

The three villains were completely enraged by the sudden commotion. They had already lost their sleep because of Zhang Zhiheng's disturbance, and now their anger flared up even more. Like several mad beasts, they charged forward with ferocious expressions.

They had no sense of reason left in their eyes. Their fists and feet rained down on the dinosaur, each blow filled with the rage of their anger, while they cursed, "Serves you right for messing around! Can't you even let people have some peace and quiet in the middle of the night!"

The dinosaur was beaten so badly that it could only curl up, covering its head and screaming in agony.

Lin Zhihao was also woken up and was frowning as he watched coldly. But seeing the situation, he realized that the dinosaur was going to be beaten to death. He changed his mind and decided that he couldn't cause any deaths for the time being.

He immediately raised his voice and shouted, "Stop it, all of you! Don't let this get anyone killed!"

The voice was cold and stern, carrying an unyielding authority. The three villains reluctantly withdrew their attacks, angrily retreating to the side, still panting heavily, glaring fiercely at the dinosaur that was no longer human on the ground.

Who could have predicted that this night would become a nightmare for the four people who had just left the infirmary and returned to their cells full of joy?

Zhang Zhiheng was first beaten while crying out, and now the dinosaur has suffered this misfortune. After all that, the four of them were covered in wounds and looked even more miserable than before they went in. Helpless, they could only be carried to the infirmary again under the indifferent or gloating gazes of the crowd. Their "glorious" return was full of dishevelment and dejection.

As the first rays of dawn pierced through the prison area, a new day began.

Lin Zhihao's eyes darted around, and when he spotted Zhong Chuxiong, he quickly went to greet him, patted Zhong Chuxiong's shoulder, and said in a low voice with a seemingly casual but scheming smile, "Brother, do me a favor and find a way to get me into the infirmary. I need to have a chat with Zhang Zhiheng about that money; we need to get it out of him as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Chuxiong's eyes lit up, and without saying a word, he nodded vigorously, agreeing to the task.

As the sun rose higher and lunchtime approached, the canteen became noisy and bustling, filled with the sounds of clattering plates and prisoners talking.

Lin Zhihao, all smiles, strode over to Zhong Chuxiong, plopped down, slapped his thigh, and beamed with pride. He leaned close to Zhong Chuxiong's ear and whispered, "Brother, it's done! I've found out where Zhang Zhiheng hid his money!"

Zhong Chuxiong was shoveling rice into his mouth when he heard this and jumped up from his stool with a "whoosh," his face flushed with excitement and his eyes shining. He looked just like a gambler who had won the lottery. Without saying a word, he turned around and rushed towards the warden's office, shouting, "Hey, I've done a great job this time! I have to report it right away!"

Lin Zhihao reacted quickly, grabbing Zhong Chuxiong's arm and pulling him back forcefully, causing him to stumble.

Lin Zhihao frowned, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, staring intently at Zhong Chuxiong. His voice was deep yet carried an undeniable authority as he asked, enunciating each word clearly: "Are you out of your mind? Why are you rushing to report like this? Don't you want to pave the way for promotion and wealth properly, and walk down the path steadily?"

These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing Zhong Chuxiong's impulsiveness. His body stiffened, and the excitement on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by a timid and submissive demeanor. He obediently sat back down, his back hunched over unconsciously, his hands neatly placed on his knees, looking exactly like a primary school student who had done something wrong and had met his parents, very well-behaved.

Night fell like a thick black curtain, completely enveloping Stanley Prison, and beneath the tranquility, undercurrents surged.

According to a legend that later circulated in Stanley Prison, on that night in the infirmary, the lights were blindingly white. Four prisoners with ulterior motives seized the opportunity, crouching low and tiptoeing away from the guards, attempting to break out of their cells.

Their hurried and flustered movements caused them to knock over medical equipment, the crashing sound particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Just then, Mr. Zhong Chuxiong, the disciplinary director who was on patrol overtime, was passing by with four constables. With his sharp eyes and superhuman alertness, the slightest movement caught his attention, and he immediately tensed up, dashing towards the infirmary and shouting, "Stop! Don't run!"

Realizing their plan had been discovered, the four men steeled themselves, grabbed scalpels, IV stands, and other weapons, their eyes gleaming with malice, and charged at the constables, shouting, "Let's fight the cops!"

Zhong Chuxiong showed no fear, dodging the oncoming attack to the side, and then kicked one person to the ground. He then swung his baton at another prisoner's arm with a whistling sound, and the weapon fell to the ground with a "crack".

The constables were well-trained and worked closely together, using shields to defend themselves or swinging batons to strike vital points. In an instant, the room was filled with the sounds of batons clashing and shouts.

After the chaos subsided, only four corpses remained on the ground, silent and still.

No one noticed that the four corpses were the four people who had escaped from prison earlier. They were just lavishly flattering Zhong Chuxiong, the leader, congratulating him on his newfound wealth and upcoming promotion. All that remained was the gruesome sight of the mottled blood on the ground under the stark white light.

Meanwhile, all the cells in Block B were like powder kegs that had been lit. Inmates in many cells deliberately caused trouble, punching, kicking, shoving, and shouting. Tables and chairs were overturned, and beds were torn up, all in an attempt to create chaos in the infirmary and distract the police.

Zhong Chuxiong had just finished the arrest at the medical clinic and, without even taking a breath, rushed to the "battlefield" in Zone B.

Upon entering the cell, he saw a scene of chaos and rampant rioters. He quickly deployed his forces, directing the constables to spread out in a fan shape and block all the exits.

"Stop it, all of you!" The roar shook the walls, but the bloodthirsty prisoners ignored it and continued their frenzied attack.

Zhong Chuxiong decisively ordered, "Use violence to control violence and bring the situation under control." The constables, armed with batons and shields, rushed into the crowd. In an instant, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and painful cries filled the air.

After a fierce confrontation, several ringleaders and the most vicious rioters were subdued on the spot, and the situation was finally calmed down. In one cell, all the serious offenders were turned into corpses. When the rioters discovered that their bosses, who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly in prison, were all dead, the entire B block of cells returned to deathly silence, with only the remaining chaos bearing witness to the riot.

However, while everyone was focused on the prison break and the riots, something was quietly happening in one corner.

The old prisoner Robinson Crusoe, who was usually like an invisible man, always quietly staying in a corner, had disappeared without a trace, as if swallowed by darkness, leaving no trace, and no one noticed anything unusual.

The following morning, sunlight streamed into the prison corridor, and the atmosphere in the warden's office was lively.

Zhong Chuxiong stood tall and proud. The warden, beaming, personally handed him the appointment letter for Senior Correctional Officer, patted him on the shoulder, and praised, "Well done! You were decisive and brave at the crucial moment, suppressing the prison riot. This promotion is well-deserved!"

Zhong Chuxiong accepted it respectfully, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.

As dawn broke, Lin Zhihao quickly packed his bags, neatly folded his clothes and stuffed them into his suitcase. Then, he strode to the parking lot, opened the car door, started the engine, and sped off to Zhang Zhiheng's residence.

Along the way, he kept replaying the thrilling "battle for victory" in prison the night before in his mind. Although he was exhausted from working until late at night, the results were remarkable, which made him secretly happy.

At that time in prison, Dinosaur and his two henchmen, along with Zhang Zhiheng, the three villains in his cell, and a total of 13 serious offenders, all became "nourishment" for his "system." He gained a total of 240 system energy points, an extra 2800 hours of life time, and 10 precious free attribute points.

Unfortunately, none of the mysterious orbs of light that we usually encounter appeared this time. Not to mention the high-quality ones, even the most ordinary white orbs were nowhere to be found.

Lin Zhihao frowned, rubbing the steering wheel in deep thought for a long time. He guessed that the special environment of the prison was the culprit. The prisoners were densely packed together, making it too easy to rack up "scores" and harvest "rewards", which triggered the system loophole and caused the light orb reward mechanism to malfunction.

System notification: Your punishment mission is complete. All members of Liu Yaozu's Thousand Hands team are dead. Robinson Crusoe has been rescued. You have gained the magical skill: Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right.

Up, down, down, left, right, left: A magical skill. This skill is Zhong Chuxiong's unique skill. He can use his mind to control his clone to change direction and adjust speed at will. Apart from his innate talent which cannot be changed, it can be called the ultimate weapon in bed. Any woman who has tried it will be unable to resist the user.

With that thought in mind, the car came to a steady stop outside Zhang Zhiheng's house.

He straightened his clothes, took out his police officer's badge and pinned it conspicuously on his chest, then stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A short while later, the door opened, and Zhang Zhiheng's girlfriend looked at the uninvited guest with a puzzled expression and a hint of wariness in her eyes.