Prisoner No. 516

On the second floor of the Fugen Tavern, Sevika looked at Silco and spoke after a moment of hesitation, "No, I haven't found her yet."

"Then why are you here?" Silco asked calmly, smoking a cigar.

"I wanted to say, wouldn't it be better this way?" Sevika said, explaining further to Silco, "She, she often sneaks out too. This time is the same. She'll come back on her own when the time comes, won't she?"

Facing Sevika's words, Silco shook his head, picked up a document beside him, and tossed it to Sevika.

"This time is different."

Sevika didn't look at it, because she already knew what had happened.

A building in the Upper City had exploded, killing six enforcers. Someone had to take responsibility for this.

They were enforcers who died, not ordinary people. Moreover, the people of the Upper City, if they used their brains, would push the problem down to the Lower City.

Jinx's disappearance was a good thing. It prevented the enforcers from finding the crazy woman when they searched the Fugen Tavern. Furthermore, from Sevika's selfish perspective, Jinx leaving Black Alley was also a good thing because she was such a troublemaker. With her around, nothing could be done properly.

Therefore, Sevika said, "This is perfect."

"Perfect?" Silco slammed his fist on the table with a thud, looked at Sevika, his face grim, and asked calmly, "Tell me, what do you mean by perfect?"

"She's not here. When the people from the Upper City come to investigate, they won't find anything. This..." Sevika explained haltingly.

"Her absence is the worst possible thing," Silco interrupted Sevika, supporting his forehead with one hand. "Don't worry, I've already handled it. Marcus resolved this matter. It was an accident."

"An accident?"

"Six enforcers dead can be called an accident?"

Silco looked up at Sevika, "Otherwise, why would I support him? Why am I cooperating with him?"

"..." Sevika fell silent.

"Keep looking until you bring her back."

"Understood."

Sevika turned and pushed the door open, walking out.

Sitting in the room, Silco smoked, exhaling smoke rings as he looked at the ceiling. In the past, Silco would see a splash of blue there, a long braid hanging down, swaying like willow catkins in the wind.

But now, there was nothing.

In a self-muttering voice, Silco murmured, "This is the longest you've run away from home. It's been three days."

In the past, when Jinx ran away, she would usually return by nightfall or the next morning. But this time, it had been three days. Jinx had never been away from Silco for so long, which made Silco feel somewhat agitated.

At Stillwater Prison, a tall woman walked up to the warden. Looking at the warden, who was as tall as a wall, she took a deep breath, suppressing the unease in her heart.

"Hmm?"

"I am Enforcer Caitlyn, and this is my warrant." The woman in the long robe spoke.

"What is it?"

"I need to speak with one of your inmates."

"Speak? The inmates here don't like to talk much."

Caitlyn paused, then said, "He was injured by his own accomplice. He must have a grievance to report. He was sent here today."

The warden's eyes flickered. He lowered his head and said, "Oh, Prisoner 2135. I know, but he might not be able to see you."

Caitlyn grew anxious. "Why?"

"Something happened," the warden said.

"What happened?"

"In short, something... not good happened."

The warden said to Caitlyn.

Caitlyn was stunned.

Stillwater Prison, Sublevel 43. Caitlyn took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator.

As soon as she exited, she heard a dull thud. Following the sound, Caitlyn walked forward.

BOOM!

Getting closer, Caitlyn clearly heard the sound. It was the sound of fists hitting a wall.

Then, she saw a person inside a cell, with their back to her, repeatedly punching the wall.

By the dim light of the corridor, Caitlyn saw a number.

[Prisoner 516]

Prisoner 516.

How long had she been inside?

Looking at the number, Caitlyn couldn't help but think, Prisoner 516. That number is too early. Prisoner 2135, who committed the offense today, was just brought in. This shows...

The other person also noticed Caitlyn and turned around, revealing a beautiful face. Pink hair was messy, strands of hair covered the corners of her eyes, and a large 'VI' symbol was tattooed below the left eye.

"Who are you?" the woman asked Caitlyn.

Caitlyn replied, "Caitlyn."

"Uh-huh?" The woman paced back and forth in the cell.

Caitlyn opened the Stillwater Prison file and continued, "I looked at your file. There's no information on you, no criminal record. Why are you in jail?"

"I'm just too cheerful," the woman suddenly walked in front of Caitlyn, startling her.

She calmed down and pressed on, "You hit a prisoner who just arrived today, Number 2135. Why?"

"Can't I hit him?"

"We're investigating a case, and he's the only witness," Caitlyn said.

The woman lowered her head, shrugged, and said, "Well, that's a real buzzkill."

Seeing that the other party was unmoved and wouldn't answer directly, Caitlyn sighed and turned to leave, "This is a complete waste of time."

"Isn't it?"

"Hey, remember to say hi to that one-eyed guy, Silco, for me."

Caitlyn stopped in her tracks, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. Then, she returned to the cell with the documents, looking at the woman stretching her shoulders inside. She couldn't help but ask, "Silco? The industrialist from Bottom City?"

"Industrialist?" The woman blinked, raising an eyebrow. "Forget it, I can't be bothered to waste my breath on you."

"Could you please send in the person who wants to beat me? I want to have a good fight tonight."

Caitlyn was silent for two seconds. She felt the other party had some misunderstanding about her.

The newly arrived prisoner, the industrialist who held sway in Bottom City, and the woman's words... coupled with Caitlyn's existing suspicion that there was a behind-the-scenes leader of the Zaun gangs, it all clicked. Caitlyn's body trembled as she suddenly thought of something.

Then, she walked a few steps forward, approaching the cell. Through the iron bars, she spread out the document and asked, pointing it inside:

"Do you know this?"

The woman in the cell had been indifferent, not caring about Caitlyn's words. But the moment she glanced at a photo with a Monkey Graffiti pattern, she instantly lunged forward. Her bright Blue Eyes fixed on Caitlyn, and she shouted:

"Where did you get that?"

Zaun, Black Alley.

Li Ke looked at his house, which was covered in graffiti, and the walls painted with a giant monster and a Monkey Warrior. His mouth twitched.

"Jinx, where on earth did you get so much paint?"

"Paint?" Jinx, standing on a table with her bare feet, painting her masterpiece on the wall, turned her head. She looked at Li Ke, who had just returned, and flashed a big smile.

"A kind person gave it to me," she said.

Li Ke couldn't be bothered to retort.

A kind person.

Did she mean a kind person with a gun to their head?

That would indeed be very kind.

Li Ke crossed his arms and watched the busy Jinx.

To be honest, Jinx's drawing was quite good.