Prisoners: "Please, Take Him Away"

After the Dementor that had sucked the burly man's soul left, Lester looked around at the people in the cell, who were still trembling in fear. Feeling that the time was right, he finally revealed himself.

As Lester's God-tier Invisibility Technique was dispelled, his small, thin figure slowly appeared before everyone.

His gray prison uniform was spotless, but the stone knife clenched in his hand was covered in blood.

"From now on, I'm the boss of this cell." Lester swept his gaze over the prisoners and said coldly, "Who agrees? Who objects?"

After Lester asked his question, the cell fell into deathly silence.

With the burly man as an example, who would dare object to him?

Under Lester's icy gaze, the remaining prisoners in the cell nodded frantically. They wished they could raise both their hands and feet to show their approval of Lester becoming the boss.

Every one of them put on an especially eager display, terrified that if they did anything wrong, Lester would write it down in his little notebook and stab them a couple of times whenever he felt like it.

Hadn't they seen that the burly man was now lying quietly on the bed just because he had tried to establish his dominance over Lester?

That alone showed that Lester was not only ruthless, but also extremely vindictive.

Seeing that the remaining prisoners all acknowledged him as their boss, Lester nodded in satisfaction.

He was not some murderous lunatic. He had killed the burly man purely because the man was scum, and because Lester had just entered prison and urgently needed someone to make an example of if he wanted to avoid being bullied.

That unlucky burly man had simply run straight into the barrel of his gun.

"You two." Having become the boss, Lester immediately slipped into the role. He casually pointed at two prisoners and said, "Throw his body into the toilet."

Lester had no intention of sleeping with a corpse, so naturally, the farther away the Iron Tower's body was from him, the better.

When they saw Lester point at them, the two chosen prisoners shuddered in fear.

Then, when they heard that he merely wanted them to move the corpse, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.

They immediately got up and obediently carried the burly man's blood-soaked body over to the side of the toilet.

Wasn't it just moving a corpse? Since they had been locked up in Azkaban, hardly any of them were good people.

They had seen plenty of corpses.

As long as Lester did not kill them, let alone making them move a body, they would even eat shit if he told them to.

Lester ignored the disgusting duo moving the corpse.

Instead, he focused all his attention on his system panel.

Earlier, he had not had time to check his system because the Iron Tower had yet to be dealt with.

Now that the Iron Tower was taken care of, he finally had time to draw a prize.

Lester had not forgotten that he had gained 1,400 Fear Points earlier.

It was not much, but it was enough for one draw.

"System," Lester silently called out in his heart. "I want to draw a prize."

Since he had the chance to draw, Lester naturally had no intention of saving his Fear Points.

It was not like the stuff could reproduce. If he used it now, he might even get something useful for breaking out of prison.

Lester did not want to spend a year in this godforsaken place, especially when he had been framed.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining one bottle of "Super Viagra"!]

"Super Viagra?" Lester, who had been full of anticipation, immediately pulled a long face when he saw those words.

The prisoners who had secretly been watching Lester's expression all jolted in fright, afraid that Lester had gone insane and would start stabbing people wildly again.

Fortunately, Lester's expression only slipped for a moment before returning to normal.

[Super Viagra: A groom every night, a wedding chamber every day. Super Viagra helps you fulfill dreams you once could not! (Even eighty-year-old men say it works!)]

"Damn it." Seeing the description of Super Viagra, Lester's face darkened for no reason.

He was only ten years old. His little brother was still practically a chick, so who was he supposed to use a bottle of Super Viagra with?

Besides, there were only men in this cell. Could it be...

At the thought of the disgusting scene that flashed through his mind, Lester instinctively shuddered.

It was too terrifying. He did not dare think about it.

"All of you, turn your heads around."

Lester looked at everyone in the cell staring at him eagerly and gave the order loudly.

Naturally, he could not take out the Super Viagra right in front of these prisoners. After all, the system was his greatest secret.

So, having them turn around was the safest option.

"None of you are allowed to look back!"

Although the prisoners in the cell were all confused, they did not dare resist Lester's command.

They all turned around, facing the wall with their backsides toward the room.

"Super Viagra." Once the prisoners had obediently turned around, Lester finally took out his Super Viagra.

The Super Viagra came in a small bottle with an extremely gaudy label.

Women dressed in all kinds of seductive outfits posed flirtatiously across it.

He carefully opened the bottle. With a pop, a stream of white smoke slowly drifted out.

Five tiny white pills came into Lester's view.

"So this is Super Viagra?" Lester fiddled with the white pill, which looked no different from the Viagra of his previous life, feeling rather puzzled.

It did not look special at all!

Of course, since it was something given by the system, it definitely could not be ordinary. Lester still carefully put the Super Viagra pill back.

"All right." After Lester hid the Super Viagra in the pocket of his prison uniform pants, he finally allowed the remaining six prisoners to turn back around.

However, without Lester's orders, those six prisoners still did not dare make any rash movements.

They were terrified that they might anger Lester somehow and get stabbed twice in the kidneys. Who would they complain to then?

"What's your name?" Lester slowly paced around the prisoners a few times, examining the appearances of the remaining six. Finally, he stopped in front of a sharp-faced man with monkey-like features.

The sharp-faced man was stunned when Lester questioned him, then immediately said, "My name is..."

Before he could finish, Lester rudely interrupted him. "I don't care what your name used to be. From now on, your name is Hou San."

Hou San looked aggrieved after being interrupted. Lester had clearly asked for his name, but just as he was about to answer, Lester cut him off.

If you wanted to give me a name, couldn't you have just said so? Why did you have to beat around the bush?

Of course, Hou San only dared complain in his heart. If Lester found out, there would definitely be two more bloody holes in his kidneys.