Idiot, He's an Ally!

How long had it been since they had last fired a gun, ever since the Gotham Reconstruction Project began and they entered prison?

The citizens on the bus thought back for a moment. Their shared recollection was roughly a year. Ever since entering Gotham Prison, they hadn't been allowed anywhere near guns. They worked all day, every day, with no energy to spare. The only way to blow off steam was to fight in the prison arena.

At first, everyone still had the energy to fight. But as time went on, they gradually realized how important the sentence-reduction system was. A prison sentence was the foundation on which everything in prison was calculated—the prisoners' quality of life, expenses, and job opportunities all started from that baseline. Rather than waste time luxuriously venting their excess energy, they might as well use it to tighten a couple more screws.

Besides, working in prison really allowed them to save money. The environment was also much safer than Gotham had been before.

That was precisely why, even though Ma Zhaodi had set the workday for most prisoners at eight hours, they still worked themselves to the bone to reduce their sentences as quickly as possible. Once one person started overworking, everyone did. Of course, after exhausting themselves for a few days, they would rest a little and work only eight hours a day.

Later, they were assigned to work in various areas of Gotham City. The restrictions on their personal freedom were eased to a certain extent, allowing them to see their families during their off-site work hours—but these brief and precious meetings not only failed to ease their urge to go home, they greatly intensified their longing for their families.

Even their families urged them to work hard in Gotham Prison. Once they