When the Time Came

"There are more people getting closer to the wall lately!"

Hearing the feigned lamentations around her, Feng Xue pretended not to hear, flipping through a dictionary and muttering softly in the same language:

"What was the jailer's attitude like?"

He spoke very slowly and repeated the same sentence several times until the same howl came from the cell next door, at which point he stopped.

"The jailers are just trying to drive them away, but it's no use!"

Another scream rang out, Feng Xue immediately understood the situation. So, while pretending to flip through a book, she spoke in a different language:

"The opportunity is almost here. Everyone get ready. It could be as early as tonight, or at the latest the day after tomorrow."

Feng Xue tried to convey the same meaning in more than twenty different languages, each time very slowly, taking a full hour before the tape recorder next door finally transmitted each sentence accurately.

In reality, Feng Xue didn't connect all the "nobody" in the prison, because he could only speak the languages he had heard and seen. In other words, if any "nobody" hadn't made a sound since entering, he wouldn't be able to communicate with them.

But this is clearly an isolated case, and it doesn't matter if you don't participate.

What will happen to these unprepared people when they try to escape from prison?

Like I said, we're not familiar with each other.

In reality, what Feng Xue was doing at this time was far more than simply using the intercom next door to communicate with the prison. Although he appeared to be sitting on the bed with his knees drawn up, one of his legs was actually through the bed and constantly moving within the area covered by the shadow of the bed.

If he hadn't been training as an assassin according to the tutorials provided by Tag [Assassin] Tag, he would never have been able to display such flexibility.

As for the shackles...

He had already cut those things off long ago. Those towels, which seemed to be meant to prevent ankle abrasion, had unknowingly become ropes connecting the severed shackles.

This is why he has been behaving so elegantly lately, whether getting out of bed, getting out of bed, or getting food. It's not because he's trying to create an elegant persona, but because he's afraid that if he moves too much, he'll break his shackles.

It's fortunate that the clothes were worn before the shackles were cut off, otherwise he probably wouldn't just be wearing Prison Shoes now, but wouldn't even dare to change his pants.

Judging that the time was about right, he slowly pretended to be adjusting his body after sitting for a long time, and slowly pulled his legs out of the hole in the bed board. Then he placed a round board that was under him on top of it, sealing the hole tightly.

Although the board wasn't perfectly cut, it was roughly shaped like a truncated cone, narrower at the bottom and wider at the top, so there was no worry about it falling off.

After restoring the bed to its "complete" state, Feng Xue curled up her left leg again and retrieved the item that had prompted her to revise her plans from her toes.

Name: The Phantom Object Shawshank's Spoon

Elements: [Prison], [Tableware], [Digging], [Hidden], [Sharp], [Durable], [Items]

Description: A seemingly ordinary spoon, in a prison setting, allows the user to passively sense the environment within a 100-meter radius of themselves. In digging for the purpose of "escape," this object possesses unparalleled sharpness and durability, and the results obtained will have a concealment effect, making it difficult to be detected by conventional means before the escape.

Note: Is it possible that the person who escaped was named Andy, and that he used a hammer to dig the tunnel?

Late at night, after finally getting rid of his second brother who had come to visit again, Jeston returned to his bedroom, lay down on the edge of the bed looking slightly tired, and pondered his next choice.

He knew, of course, that there were many more insects in the prison, but he also knew very well that even if this batch was dealt with, new insects would still crawl in.

He runs a prison after all; he has plenty of ways to shove people in here.

"Am I supposed to hand Han Meimei over to the old man?" Jeston thought, biting his nails with a hint of reluctance. Although he understood that he would definitely receive considerable compensation after handing her over to his father, and while there was no room for negotiation on issues like inheritance, he would certainly receive a lot of money.

But Jeston was still unwilling to give up.

However, even with his intelligence, he couldn't figure out how to protect his precious Money Printer under the watchful eyes of this pack of hyenas—in fact, in terms of strength, he was the lone hyena, while those eyeing his wealth were a pack of lions.

Perhaps because thinking was too mentally taxing, Jeston soon felt sleepy. However, just as his eyelids finally closed, a piercing explosion, accompanied by a strong shockwave, suddenly rang in his ears!

"Boom!"

Feeling the room tremble slightly, Jeston jumped out of bed and instinctively grabbed the pistol under his pillow. Within ten seconds, three heavily armed bodyguards rushed in, surrounding him and protecting him. Only then did he have a chance to pick up his phone and make a call:

"Boss?" A voice mixed with noise and explosions came through the phone receiver. Without hesitation, Jeston immediately replied:

What exactly happened?

"Boss, the prisoners in North Third District have escaped!"

"Prison break?" Upon hearing this word, Jeston jolted, but relaxed somewhat after realizing it was the North Third District, and quickly said:

What about the East Second District?

"There's no problem yet, but something's wrong with how this wall collapsed! They probably hid Explosives in the [beep--] hole! What were those guys doing in charge of the physical exams doing?! Boss, you should have hired a bunch of gay guys for the physicals!" The voice on the other end sounded annoyed, but Jeston replied impatiently:

"I don't care how they escaped, or whether they can get away. All I want is for you to keep an eye on East Second District. Whether they die or escape elsewhere is irrelevant, but if anything happens to East Second District, I'll shove a bomb in your [beep] eye first, and then send a few gay guys to give you a medical checkup!"

After saying this, Jeston immediately hung up the phone and dialed again:

"Hey, boss, what's up so late?"

A lazy, gruff male voice came through the receiver. Jeston, without wasting time on pleasantries, said directly:

"Calomi, someone has escaped from the prison."

"Boss, you mean you want me to take some men back to provide support?" The voice on the other end of the phone immediately perked up, Jeston could almost picture the other person jumping out of bed.

But Jeston said seriously:

"No, I mean, keep an eye on that door!"

"Oh?" Calomi's eyes lit up, realizing something, and Jeston's explanation followed:

"I suspect someone's up to something. They'll probably be eyeing those treasures next. Jones is enough here at the prison, but if something goes wrong, I'll just release them. They'll definitely go back to that door then, and you're in charge of stopping them! Especially Han Meimei, the black-haired Asian woman in the video you sent, the one stuffing things into the box. Make sure she's alive, understand?!"