"???" The middle-aged man's body trembled violently.
He hadn't expected that even he was almost overwhelmed by his own imposing manner, yet the person in front of him was still so ungrateful.
He was about to unleash his fury, his brow furrowed in anger.
But Wang Wen waved her hand and said, "Never mind, it's not important."
"It's good that you don't believe in God. Then I can go all out and get things done. I'm just worried that things will get messy in your backyard and you'll waste my time with all that mystical talk." Wang Wen raised her hands and clapped them gently.
The middle-aged man frowned.
A hint of confusion had just appeared on his face.
Suddenly, the lights in the entire restaurant dimmed.
The chaos ended before it even began.
All the prison guards in the restaurant were subdued, stripped of all their equipment except their underwear, and thrown into a corner piled up.
All the prisoners stood there dumbfounded, mouths agape, holding their food trays.
They stared blankly at the old man and young man who had instantly subdued the prison guards in the hall.
He Jiong dusted off his trousers and stood beside the food pot, loudly asking, "Boss, are we going to arrest the prison guard who's cooking?"
Wang Wen casually replied, "I'll take any prison guard."
The cafeteria worker standing by the pot screamed in fright, "I'm not a prison guard! I'm just an inmate assigned to work in the cafeteria!"
"Really?" He Jiong looked the person up and down suspiciously, which made the other person tremble with fear.
Liu Jiannan was very conscientious and didn't get caught up in these petty gains.
With his mind focused on controlling the prison guards in the corner, he pulled out a communicator and tossed it to them, saying amidst their shocked, angry, and confused looks, "Send out the word, have all the prison guards come here, say whatever you want."
The middle-aged man standing at the dining table watched everything unfold.
A complex emotion, one that even he himself couldn't understand, flashed in his eyes.
He asked Wang Wen hesitantly, "What exactly do you want to do? Escape from prison? Even if you get out that way, you won't get far! You'd be better off working for me. I can get you out anytime, in a completely legitimate and safe way!"
Wang Wen didn't speak to him again.
The prison reacted quickly.
The prison guards, who had just been under control, called for backup when piercing alarms blared both inside and outside the dining hall.
A large number of armed personnel followed.
They aimed their guns at the dining room from different directions, while simultaneously shouting through a loudspeaker that all prisoners should squat down and that anyone whose forehead was higher than their waist should be shot.
All the prisoners, including the middle-aged man, crouched down with their heads in their hands.
Wang Wen, on the contrary, stood up.
He stood out like a crane among chickens, surrounded by a group of prisoners with their heads in their hands.
It instantly attracted the attention of most guns.
The middle-aged man, looking tense, whispered, "Are you out of your mind?!"
Wang Wen smiled at him.
Slowly walking towards the restaurant entrance amidst increasingly loud warning blares from the loudspeaker.
Bang bang bang!
The armed men closest to the door were ordered to open fire.
The bullet was stopped in mid-air by layers upon layers of invisible matter.
It soon lost its kinetic energy and remained stuck in the air, slowly cooling down.
The gunfire intensified.
The tiny warhead is inconspicuous in the air.
The armed men who were a little further away all thought that those idiots at the door had missed their target!
He had no choice but to curse and swear as he helped fire the guns to stabilize the situation.
The officer in charge was determined to make those who missed their shots train until they died on the training field.
The result was predictable.
Amidst the chaotic gunfire, Wang Wen walked unharmed to the restaurant entrance.
They silently removed the equipment from the armed men, stripped them naked, dragged them into the restaurant, and piled them in a corner.
All the armed personnel and prisoners who witnessed this scene were stunned.
Looking around the restaurant, one sees more and more naked pigs and firearms.
The middle-aged man exclaimed incredulously, "How did you do that?!"
Wang Wen, standing at the restaurant entrance, glanced back at him.
There was no response.
Step out of the restaurant.
There's a lot of noise outside.
The sounds of various types of ammunition rang out continuously.
Occasionally, explosions and strange rumbling sounds could be heard.
Such a commotion.
Inside the restaurant, no one dared to move.
The prison guards piled together dared not move because Liu Jiannan was keeping a close watch on them.
The prisoners were unsure whether they should squat or stand, as there seemed to be no precedent for this in history, and no experience to draw upon!
Even the most daring prison break is still centered around the theme of escape.
Who would just throw someone out like that in front of the prison guards?
The prisoners were confused.
I felt that no matter which side I followed, I was doomed.
Just stay where you are.
Surely it won't involve me anymore!
Those inside the hall held their breath, unable to assess the situation outside the restaurant.
The only way to tell how intense the fighting was outside was by the firelight filtering through the window.
Everyone was terrified.
The middle-aged man's henchmen squatted around him, whispering amongst themselves.
Someone asked curiously, "Dude, do you know who this guy is? He's too fierce! He doesn't look like he's in jail, he looks like he's here to rob someone!"
The middle-aged man stared at the piles of prison guards and the heaps of equipment.
Even years of accumulated experience are starting to cripple my current worldview.
He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
He waved his hand and slapped the young man who had asked the question.
Not long after.
The noise outside the restaurant gradually subsided.
All the people saw were groups of naked people walking in through the door and consciously piling up in the corner.
Wang Wen was the last to walk in, dragging countless pieces of equipment and supplies behind her.
He dragged all the supplies into the restaurant.
He Jiong and the others cleared out an area, arranging tables, chairs, benches, and floorboards neatly according to their categories.
They then select the equipment that catches their eye, hoping to provide any small assistance for their subsequent tower climb.
Among the group.
Liu Jiannan was the happiest when he made his choice.
Although he is a veteran monster with many years of experience, he has a deep foundation.
However, all that can be carried with one is precious World Tower items.
Not only do they have a cooldown period, but some consumables also have a limited quantity that diminishes with each use.
What could compare to the satisfaction of using the ordinary supplies "seized" from inside the tower?
He even felt...
In all my years of climbing towers, I've never fought such a lavish battle.
Weapons and guns, covering almost the entire prison, were readily available for selection, and ammunition was so plentiful that it couldn't all be stuffed into a backpack.
Such ample firepower.
Liu Jiannan was confident that he could be of great help during the subsequent tower climbing process.
After all, many progress levels require force to resolve, and with so many bullets, surely a considerable number of mortals could be eliminated?
He hasn't been with Wang Wen for very long.
I didn't know that Wang Wen could actually create guns directly using energy.
These are also some overpowered items with special attributes and abilities comparable to those in the World Tower!
At this very moment.
Liu Jiannan buried himself in the pile of items, picking and choosing whichever he liked, having a great time.
Wang Wen didn't spend too much time on this pile of equipment.
They just picked out some communication equipment and that was it.
A middle-aged man not far away looked at the supplies scattered on the ground with a glint in his eyes.
He quietly moved closer to Wang Wen and whispered, "Brother, you don't seem like you're trying to break out of prison, do you? Tell me what you're up to. Maybe there's something I can do for you."
"Of course not, it's not about escaping from prison." Wang Wen looked at him and smiled faintly, "On the contrary, we're going to guard the prison!"
"???" The middle-aged man's body trembled violently.
My brain hasn't yet figured out the specific meaning of that sentence.
Wang Wen, carrying a communication device, walked to a group of people in the corner of the restaurant and said to them, "Let's have a competition. See who can call for the most backup within the time limit. As long as you're fast, you can say whatever you want."