Black-Robed Man, Laser Eyes

Though the man looked like an iron tower, he was not brainless, nor was he the impulsive sort.

So when he heard me say that I wanted to talk to him, he stopped.

Once he stopped, the prisoners stopped as well. It seemed he was their leader.

He must have had considerable influence in this cell block.

"From a certain perspective, we aren't enemies. On the contrary, if it weren't for us, you wouldn't have been able to leave your cells." I smiled. I wanted to put the man at ease. At least for now, I needed him to lower his guard. I didn't want to waste our time on these prisoners, and it wasn't just about time—we might even get hurt.

And I wasn't wrong. Not only were we not enemies, we could barely even be considered opponents. We had simply crossed paths.

We had broken into the cell block, and the other side wanted to use these prisoners against us. It was that simple.

"They released you so you could be their pawns. No, their cannon fodder."

The iron-tower man was clearly displeased when he heard that. "Cannon fodder? Do you think my brothers and I are made of clay?"

Ye Jinghong merely sneered. The iron-tower man seemed to feel insulted. "What, are you looking down on us?"

Ye Jinghong only rolled her eyes at him and said nothing.

I sighed inwardly. She was good in every way except that she was too competitive. Why was she picking a fight with these prisoners at a time like this? We could afford not to take these people seriously, but we could not afford to waste time. Who knew what changes might arise if we dragged this out, or what might happen to my family and friends?

I tugged Ye