Old Demon Han

Wang Chen had been isolated.

Although he had been a lone wolf when he first arrived in Zone E-9, with no friends in his assigned area...

At the very least, there had been prison guards willing to exchange a few words with him.

However, after Wang Chen returned from brutally humiliating Old Blade at the Little Yin Mountain tavern, the gossip spread through Zone E-9 like a plague. From then on, no one spoke with Wang Chen in private anymore.

Prison guards forming cliques was nothing unusual. Even the largest Battle Cultivator circle was divided into countless little factions.

Wang Chen belonged to no group, and now that he had offended someone from the Battle Cultivator circle, even guards outside that circle kept him at arm's length.

They did not want to invite unnecessary trouble.

As a result, whenever Wang Chen appeared before others, an invisible barrier seemed to rise around him.

For example, when Wang Chen went to the Duty Hall to check in and encountered other colleagues, they would usually avoid him directly or pretend not to see him.

As if Wang Chen had become an Evil Spirit!

Yet Wang Chen's reaction to being completely isolated was...

There's such a good thing?

In his eyes, the prison guards of Yongle Dungeon were essentially no different from the prisoners in their cells.

There were swarms of petty, scheming people among them—old foxes with honey on their lips and daggers in their hearts, smiles hiding blades. Such things were practically their standard skills.

Wang Chen had never liked dealing with these people in the first place. Now that they were taking the initiative to distance themselves from him, he could not have asked for more!

Wang Chen's purpose in joining the Prison Department had always been crystal clear: he wanted