Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One - A Sober Fall

After being granted permission by the prison guards to go on stage, Tu Mi stood there with a smile on her face, holding a megaphone, and said loudly, "I believe many prisoners don't know me. Now, let me introduce myself..."

The moment Tu Mi spoke through the megaphone, all the prisoners turned their attention to Tu Mi on the stage.

Wu Zhou took a big gulp of strong liquor, leaned his head on Wu Xing's shoulder, and glanced sideways in the direction of Tu Mi. Wu Xing turned his head to look at Tu Mi.

Bai Can turned his body slightly to the side, one hand bent and placed on the railing, the other index finger touching the cigarette, specks of ash falling in the wind, his eyes looking at Tu Mi.

"Tumi, the Tu people of the Southern Region."

A single sentence stirred up a storm on the seemingly calm surface.

Wu Zhou and Wu Xing exchanged a glance. The Tu family from the Southern Region... the newcomers have considerable power behind them... They knew that Tu Mi had power behind her, but they never expected it to be this great.

Bai Can's eyes darkened. The Tu family of the Southern Region—to be their enemy is difficult! To become their friend in the future, escaping from prison is easy! But...

The prisoners from other smaller groups looked at Tu Mi standing on the platform with longing in their eyes and wavering in their hearts. The Tu family of the Southern Region... a family exactly like the Song family of the Northern Fortress...

Tu Mi's gaze swept over all the prisoners. This was not a sudden whim, but a deliberate act. Revealing his background would both instill fear and ensnare in the prisoners, and also allow some with impure motives to quietly approach him, such as... Tu Mi slightly raised his gaze and met Bai Can's eyes at the top of the steps. He smiled slightly at Bai Can.

Bai Can smiled gently at Tu Mi from afar.

Tu Mi withdrew his gaze, stepped down, and realized that not everyone could climb up this platform; only prison guards and the warden could. This, in turn, proved that he had a connection with the warden.

Jiang Kui stood below the stage, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. Tu Mi was actually a member of the Tu family from the Southern Region. But recalling Tu Mi's previous actions, he felt that it made sense.

After finishing her work for the day, Tu Mi and her henchmen casually found a shady spot to sit down.

Jiang Kui stood up, leaned closer to Tu Mi, and said, "Tu Mi, I'm going to relieve myself."

Tu Mi tilted her head slightly toward Jiang Kui, "Okay."

Jiang Kui looked down at Tu Mi's pale nape, his Adam's apple bobbing. He reached out to Mu Zi, who was sitting in the back row. Mu Zi understood immediately, rummaged in his pocket, and handed a small bag to Jiang Kui. Jiang Kui slightly bent his index and middle fingers to hold a cigarette, then turned and walked into the restroom in the distance.

Tu Mi glanced lightly at Jiang Kui's back. In prison, cigarettes and liquor were hard currency. If a prisoner wanted to get something or ask someone for a favor, cigarettes and liquor were indispensable for smoothing things over. As for the power behind the prison, as the saying goes, distant water can't quench immediate thirst. However, if a prisoner wanted to escape or build a power within the prison, having a powerful backer was a great advantage.

[Emotional fluctuations: Twins +2, Total: 12]

White Remnant +2, Total: 10

Tu Mi spread her legs apart, tightening the iron chains around her ankles, and reached out to poke at the ants moving on the ground with a dry twig.

"Young Master Tu, look." Mu Zi leaned forward and pointed in the direction of the twins, reminding them.

Tu Mi followed Mu Zi's gaze, her brows furrowing slightly. She shifted her body, but ultimately did not stand up, though her eyes remained fixed on that direction.

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A prisoner was forced to kneel before the twins, pinned down by two other prisoners. The prisoner, his face contorted with panic, cried out in protest, "Boss, I didn't do it! I didn't do it..."

Wu Zhou rested his chin on his hand, enjoying the prisoner's frightened expression, and said with a grin, "You say it's not true, so it's not true?! Huh?" After saying that, he kicked the prisoner in the shoulder, and the prisoner rolled several times on the ground, which showed how strong Wu Zhou was.

Wu Zhou stood up, stretched, scanned all the prisoners, then walked over to the prisoner on the ground, grabbed the prisoner by the back of the collar, and dragged the trembling prisoner toward Wu Xing like a dead dog. Then he threw him away with a thud, and the prisoner knelt down on both knees.

Wu Zhou stood next to Wu Xing, looking down at him, and tilted his head with a smile, saying, "Little brother~ I'll leave this prisoner to you."

Wu Xing nodded, his dark eyes fixed on the prisoner before him. "How can you prove you're not...?"

The prisoner trembled with fear, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at Wu Xing and the black boat above him, crying out, "Boss, I really didn't do it, I really didn't do it... How could I be an undercover agent?! I was brought in by the police myself, how could I be an undercover agent for the police?!"

Wu Xing's usually indifferent face suddenly broke into a smile, like a flower blooming in a wild wilderness.

To be honest, the twins were incredibly beautiful, possessing a striking, almost flamboyant beauty, like the alluring allure of peach blossoms after rain. At this moment, Wu Xing, who usually rarely smiled, suddenly broke into a smile, which was truly astonishing. However, to the prisoners on the ground, Wu Xing was a venomous thorn that would cause them to bleed and fester!

Wu Xing spoke slowly, his voice calm, "Oh? This proves nothing at all. Look, you see..." As he spoke, he pointed in a direction.

The prisoner looked in the direction the finger was pointing, and saw a prison guard... He then looked at Wu Xing, his fearful eyes filled with confusion, "Wh...what?"

Wu Zhou frowned, stretched out his leg and kicked the prisoner, "Idiot, since you say you're not an undercover agent, go and prove it!"

The prisoner's initial confusion slowly dissipated. His eyes widened, and his voice trembled as he said, "Boss, you mean you want me to... that prison guard..." As he spoke, the prisoner even gestured twice at his neck.

Wu Xing nodded slowly.

The prisoner first shook his head and leaned back, extremely unwilling to do this.

Wu Xing lowered his eyes, swirling the wine bottle in his hand, the darkness in his eyes rising and falling with the liquid. "Don't want to do it? Fine..."

As soon as Wu Xing finished speaking, Wu Zhou stepped forward, squatted behind the prisoner, and placed the iron chains on the prisoner's wrists against the prisoner's chest. Then, he pulled his hands back and crossed his wrists, locking the prisoner's neck with the iron chains. The prisoner was just a hair's breadth away from ascending to paradise.