It's Okay

The A02 Secret Military Base covers an area of 8,100 mu (approximately 540 hectare

The military area covers 6,100 acres, where batches of Eight Branches Organization gene warriors receive the most rigorous training before going out to become elite intelligence personnel.

The remaining 2,000 acres were the prisoner's camp and quarry. Hundreds of prisoners were brought here and could only eat cornbread made from coarse grains every day. They couldn't even find the most basic synthetic protein bars.

In the sky, 12 drones form a patrol group, with a total of 18 groups patrolling the sky.

The entire A02 Secret Military Base is surrounded by a high-voltage electric fence.

All the prisoners had a protruding black metal button embedded in the flesh on the back of their heads.

The voices of each prisoner are recorded and transmitted to the prison guard department at a secret military base, which also integrates a positioning system and miniature explosives.

The prisoners remained silent, for even the slightest misspoken word could result in further physical punishment...

Someone just whispered, "Did he kill all the soldiers on the Takamanohara?" No one dared to answer him.

The atmosphere among all the prisoners was as if someone had thrown in a liquid nitrogen bomb, freezing it solid.

They simply watched silently as the Kamishiro soldiers pinned the blood-covered boy to the ground and as the Kamishiro soldiers' bodies were carried out.

The prisoners had no sources of information here; they didn't even know who the boy was.

What kind of prisoner could kill an entire ship full of soldiers transporting him and then calmly accept the fact that he had become a prisoner?

At one point, they saw that the boy, who had been pinned down on the frozen ground by the soldiers, actually had time to look at them.

Surrounded by heavily armed men, next to more than twenty corpses.

The other person was smiling, but a fierce aura emanated from them.

This was probably the most contrasting scene the prisoners had ever seen.

Soon, the boy was escorted to the middle of the quarry, to a simple thatched hut amidst the rubble.

This quarry is like a huge playground, and the thatched hut is in the middle of it.

All the prisoners were stunned. "That's...!"

It was a pigsty, drafty on all sides, with only a few simple wooden posts, where seven black pigs were kept.

The pigsty reeked of a terrible stench, and the black mud on the ground was so deep that it would sink up to your ankles when you stepped on it.

But none of that matters. What matters is that this place was once where Qing Mu was imprisoned.

Qing Mu suffered humiliation here for 19 years and was only transferred away more than ten days ago. Now another teenager has been imprisoned here.

The prisoners' expressions changed; some were curious, others were solemn.

At this moment, dozens of soldiers from the Age of Gods rushed over, one of them lashing a middle-aged prisoner across the face, leaving a deep scar.

"What are you looking at? Keep moving the stones!" the Shindai soldier roared. "If you don't finish before sunset, no one's going to eat!"

The prisoners scattered in terror, returning to their own rocky outcrops to continue their work.

They had to move the stones from the east to the west, and they would pass by the pigsty in the middle.

The prisoners stood several meters apart, watching as the soldiers of the divine era put heavy shackles on the boy. These shackles were specially designed for superhumans and weighed anywhere from tens to hundreds of kilograms.

If one hand is shackled with hundreds of pounds of shackles, then both hands would weigh over a thousand pounds.

It's not just on my hands, it's on my ankles too.

Even if a superhuman wears this thing, it would take all their strength to move it.

Someone secretly glanced over and was shocked to discover that the shackles that Shindai had put on the boy were of the highest level, used to restrain B-Class gene warriors!

The shackles on Qing Chen's feet were still connected to the ground, the alloy chains digging deep into the earth, restricting him to staying only in the pigsty.

Now that they were closer, the prisoners' first reaction upon seeing Qing Chen was... he was too young.

When Qing Mu was imprisoned, he was already 31 years old.

Qing Chen, on the other hand, was much younger than Qing Mu.

Some of the prisoners had been there for as long as Qing Mu, and they couldn't help but wonder what kind of identity would lead to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy being imprisoned in this pigsty like Qing Mu.

However, at that moment, when a soldier from the Age of Gods was putting the last shackles on Qing Chen's left hand, Qing Chen suddenly grabbed his neck with his arm.

He struggled angrily, his face growing redder and redder as he tried to suppress his rage.

A soldier from the Shindai clan stood nearby, poking Qing Chen's forehead with the muzzle of his gun. "Let him go!"

Qing Chen didn't let go, but looked around. "Fire."

The soldiers of the God Era continued to roar, but not one of them dared to fire a shot.

They were well aware of Qing Chen's importance. Although he was a prisoner, if anyone accidentally killed him, they themselves would likely become prisoners in this A02 Secret Military Base.

The more those prisoners hated them, the worse their fate became after they became prisoners.

Qing Chen, already certain that these people wouldn't dare kill him, calmly said, "Be more careful next time, after all, you only have one chance."

Fierce.

Its arrogance is overwhelming.

Even as a prisoner, even with more than a dozen dark gun barrels pointed at him, he remained unfazed.

No sooner had he finished speaking than, with a snap, the neck of the god-era soldier he had trapped broke.

Qing Chen casually extended his left hand, signaling the other soldiers of the God Era to continue putting shackles on him.

The soldiers from the Age of Gods were so frightened that they all retreated. It was only after a long time that someone cautiously approached and locked the last shackle on Qing Chen.

After locking the door, the soldiers of the God Era rushed forward and punched and kicked Qing Chen, but Qing Chen just squatted on the stinking mud of the pigsty with his head in his hands, without saying a word.

Crouching down with your head in your hands is the best protective posture to avoid injury to your organs. It also helps prevent someone from hitting the back of your head, causing dizziness and loss of balance.

The seven black pigs in the pigpen were so frightened that they ran around in all directions, eventually huddled in a corner, trembling.

Qing Chen remained squatting, enduring the pain.

If we come here, will surrendering and obeying allow us to leave the pigsty and be spared corporal punishment?

It's useless.

If it's useless, why be timid and hesitant?

Just as the soldiers of the God Era were punching and kicking Qing Chen, carrying heavy shackles, grabbed the leg of one of the soldiers.

Suddenly, the muscles in his arms bulged out, and he twisted and broke another soldier's leg.

When the sound of a bone cracking came from the pigsty, many prisoners instinctively shuddered.

Where did someone who is so ruthless in such harsh conditions come from?!

Several prisoners exchanged glances upon witnessing this scene, then silently turned away to continue carrying the rocks in their arms.

They had walked this path of transporting mountain stones for nineteen years, and were long since numb to it.

But now, someone suddenly appears, as if shouting in their numb ears, waking them up.

At that moment, Kamiyo Yunzhi a gloomy face.

He raised his arm and clenched his fist, and all the prisoners immediately stopped what they were doing and stood there in the cold wind, clinging to the rocks.

The soldiers in the pigsty immediately stopped beating Qing Chen and came out to line up.

Kamiyo Yunzhi looked at the soldier with the broken leg groaning, then glanced at the corpse of the soldier killed by Qing Chen, and spat out two words through gritted teeth. "Useless."

He turned to face the prisoners and said loudly, "Perhaps you were all curious about where Qing Mu, who spent nineteen years in the pigsty, went? Well then, let me give you a grand introduction to this new prisoner, Qing Chen, an inspector of the Seventh Group of the Intelligence Department One of the PCA Federal CIA. He could have become the youngest director in the history of the PCA."

"Under his direction, they acquired an important figure from the Kamishiro Corporation, Kamishiro Jingbian, from Kashima. This Inspector Qing Chen used Kamishiro Jingbian as leverage to bring Qing Mu back home. Unfortunately, the one who wanted to bring Qing Mu back ended up becoming Qing Mu himself. Don't you think that's a joke?"

The prisoners were stunned.

It turns out, this is a new "Qing Mu".

Kamiyo Yunzhi laughed, "Today, we don't need to move stones anymore. Let's play a game. Everyone who passes by the pigpen will spit on it. Everyone who spits on it can get a synthetic protein bar. Of course, there's a condition: everyone must spit. If one person is missing, everyone else will miss their chance to get a protein bar. Alright, let's begin."

The prisoners remained silent, but this silence was soon broken when someone threw a stone and rushed into the pigpen, spitting at Qing Chen.

The more than 2,900 prisoners here have a complex population structure. The Qing and Li clans each form their own groups, and there is also a group of prisoners captured by the Gods.

And the first to spit were these prisoners who had broken the law.

Qing Chen remained squatting on the ground, letting all the suffering come his way. He knew what Kamiyo Yunzhi was going to do; the other party not only wanted to imprison him, but also to destroy his spirit.

The other party enjoyed the thrill of manipulating people's hearts, and even became happier when he saw the Qing family members spitting at Qing Chen.

Fate seemed to have come full circle, returning to its starting point.

It was still a prison, but this time Li Shutong was not there, nor was there any humane management from Yi.

This is the cruelest place in the Inner World, even more cruel than the battlefield.

This is the Inner World.

The world Qing Chen had encountered in the past was too kind; he had never been to cruel places, nor had he ever lived in the Lower Three Districts.

From the very beginning, he lived the life of the upper class, so he could treat it all as a game.

And now, he is experiencing the coldness of this world firsthand.

Among the prisoners, some hesitated and did not step forward, but Kamiyo Yunzhi did not care and just watched with a distorted and twisted expression.

In the end, those who had vomited looked coldly at those who hadn't.

Someone sneered, "What kind of time is this to still be clinging to your old master? Hurry up, don't delay everyone from getting their protein bars!"

Kamiyo Yunzhi raised his hand to look at his watch. "One last minute."

Those who hadn't vomited before slowly walked to the pigpen and gently vomited a few times.

They watched silently as the boy's clothes were soaked with saliva, then looked up at them and smiled, saying, "It's okay."

The prisoners paused for a moment, but none of them said anything.

There will be another chapter before 11 PM.