thefictionvixens Chapter 133 Are those brats really that troublesome...?
Chapter 133 Are those brats really that troublesome...?
In stark contrast to the reactions of the two men, Wasim's face showed a knowing expression.
In the previous instance, he had witnessed firsthand how Lin Feng successfully "conquered" that Instructor Su.
He had developed a considerable immunity to Lin Feng's unconventional approach.
They even had a vague feeling that if Lin Feng could really use his charm to get in touch with that cold and beautiful deputy warden, it might be an unexpected way out for them.
Thinking of this, Vassim patted Lin Feng's arm: "Brother Lin Feng, if there's anything I can help you with, just say so."
Lin Feng smiled and shook his head, saying, "No need for now, thanks."
After saying that, he walked straight toward the exit of the prison area.
Stepping out of the main building of the prison area, a cool, damp breeze hits you.
He looked up and saw a sky like that of dusk.
The leaden clouds hung low, obscuring the sun's outline; only a hazy, uniform gray light fell, as if casting a perpetual filter over the entire prison.
The sky felt oppressive and blurred the sense of time's passage.
The prison grounds were much more "organized" than I had imagined.
The ground beneath my feet was hard cement, so clean that not a single fallen leaf could be seen.
Low shrubs and lawns are symbolically planted on both sides of the road.
They are like rows of silent, green-clad sculptures, rigidly rooted in the gray earth.
Lin Feng followed the road indicated by the signs, occasionally encountering people walking around in the courtyard.
There were small groups of prisoners, moving silently under the escort of prison guards in black uniforms, their eyes mostly lowered or staring blankly ahead.
Besides prisoners and prison guards, you can also see some clerical staff hurrying by. They are wearing different styles of uniforms, and their expressions are mostly serious and rigid as they walk quickly with folders in their hands.
Lin Feng could clearly feel that his identity as a "trainee prison guard" made him feel like an outsider here.
Whether they were prisoners or regular prison guards, the gazes they cast carried a sense of scrutinizing detachment.
Following the signs, Lin Feng quickly arrived at the front of the administration building.
Unlike the rugged, sturdy, and functionally focused prison buildings, the administration building in front of us presents a different style.
It retains the overall dark color scheme of the prison, but the architectural lines are simpler and more regular, and the exterior walls are made of smooth dark gray stone.
The building is not tall, only three stories high, but it appears unusually heavy and stable, like a silent giant beast lying on the ground.
At the entrance were two heavy metal doors with intricate patterns. Two heavily armed, expressionless guards stood beside the doors, their eyes sharp as hawks, scanning everyone who approached.
Lin Feng took a deep breath of the cool, oppressive air, calmly looked at the gate that symbolized the core area of prison management, and stepped forward.
As soon as they stepped onto the steps in front of the administration building, the two guards, who were as still as statues, moved at the same time.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized; they took a step to the side and precisely blocked Lin Feng's path.
The guard on the left, with a scar on his cheek, slightly raised his chin, his eyes filled with undisguised scrutiny and a sense of oppression.
"Stop! Who are you? What is your purpose?"
"Lin Feng, a trainee prison guard in Block D," Lin Feng replied calmly, meeting the other person's scrutinizing gaze. "I need to see the deputy warden in office 206 to report on an important matter."
"Important situation?" The guard on the right, whose eyes were sharper, curled his lips into a smile, his expression clearly questioning.
"The deputy warden is extremely busy; how could you interns possibly see him whenever you want?"
"If there are any 'important situations,' report to your direct superior, Qin Yue, first, according to procedure!"
The scarred guard on the left added, "No entry without an appointment or orders from above. Go back!"
Lin Feng showed no surprise or anger on his face. It seems that the saying "It's easier to see the King of Hell than to deal with his underlings" applies everywhere.
He looked around to make sure no one else was watching, then casually raised his right hand as if to straighten his collar.
However, the instant his arm fell, his fingers flicked as if by magic, and two thousand-yuan coins silently slipped into the breast pockets of the two guards' uniforms.
After filling the system space with bags, jewelry, and skincare products, Lin Feng had another flash of inspiration the next day and specially squeezed out some space to stuff in several bundles of ghost coins.
After all, even the supernatural beings in the world of ghost stories have to "make a living," and as long as they have something to ask for, they can't avoid the word "money."
In many situations, this thing is more effective than knives, spears, or clubs.
Now, it has indeed come in handy.
The two guards shuddered almost simultaneously, almost imperceptibly.
A crack appeared in the cold, businesslike mask on their faces.
His sharp gaze lowered unconsciously, sweeping over the area in his breast pocket, before he immediately looked up again, but the sharpness and doubt in his eyes had been replaced by an unspoken understanding.
The scarred guard's throat bobbed, and his previously harsh tone softened considerably, even taking on a barely perceptible hint of politeness:
"...So it was something 'important'." He stepped aside, moving half a step.
Another guard also made way, lowering his voice: "Office 206 is on the second floor, turn right and go all the way in. Hurry up, don't linger."
"Thank you." Lin Feng nodded, took a step, and calmly passed between the two guards.
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Studio:
"Holy crap? They're in already?! Money really can buy anything?!"
"YYDS! Money really is a hard currency in any world!"
"Who said they'd get kicked out? They were proven wrong! Look at the power of money!"
"Guard: Sorry, we don't usually do this, but he gave us way too much.jpg"
"I thought it would be about force or strategy, but it turns out money is what defeated the rules!"
Lin Feng: There's nothing that two ghost coins can't solve. If there is, then add two more.
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Stepping into the administration building, the atmosphere instantly changed from that of the prison area outside.
It's quiet and clean here, and the lighting is even quite bright, but the invisible pressure is even heavier.
Lin Feng was walking up the stairs when a figure came down from the corner of the stairs on the second floor.
It was a strange man who looked to be in his sixties, with pitifully thinning hair. A few greasy strands of long hair were carefully combed from left to right in an attempt to cover up the shiny "Mediterranean" bald patch.
His complexion was an unhealthy bluish-gray, his eye bags were swollen and dark, but his lips were unusually bright red, as if he had just sucked something.
Upon seeing Lin Feng, the old man's strange eyes suddenly lit up with a murky light, a kind of drooling as if he were seeing fresh meat. His bright red tongue even licked his lips, and a slight "gurgling" sound came from his throat.
He stopped, seemingly wanting to get closer.
Lin Feng could smell a strange odor emanating from the other person, similar to formaldehyde mixed with old paper.
He was wary inside, but remained outwardly calm. Just a second before the other person was about to speak, he preemptively spoke in a very natural, even slightly "helpful" tone:
"Sir, your zipper is down!"