Chapter 398: Chapter 242: Prison Turmoil_2
“Really, it’s not necessary.”
After parting ways with Xien Waidao and the others, Liuzi began his endeavor.
It was ten in the morning, and the city’s Central Park had already gathered so citizens.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, Liuzi brought the dignified and elegant Goddess of Art to the park and then set up his easel on the grass.
He was already quite accustod to the sensation of painting with sensory gloves, and although the result still wasn’t as good as using his own drawing board, he believed he could achieve eighty percent of that effect.
The captivating Goddess of Art quickly drew the attention of a crowd, and Liuzi’s skilled painting technique also attracted onlookers.
When a painting was completed, the gathered crowd erupted into warm applause. A dashing gentleman ca forward excitedly, shook Liuzi’s hand, and asked, “Your painting has deeply moved , but may I ask, did you get permission from the park administrators to paint here?”
“I need a permit?” Liuzi asked, confused.
“Oh, you don’t have one? I’m sorry then, I need to confiscate your painting, and you’ll have to pay a fine of five silver coins.”
“Hmm?”
“Ah, you don’t have five silver coins? I’m sorry, but I have no choice but to arrest you then. Please co with .”
By eleven in the morning, Liuzi and the Goddess of Art were arrested and thrown into jail.
Dressed in prison garb, Liuzi sat in a solitary cell, clueless as to why he ended up here just for painting.
Is the ga’s plot this wild?
And are you really a Law Enforcer, not a scam artist?
When Xien Waidao burst into laughter for five minutes upon learning through QQ that Liuzi had actually been taken away, then swiftly ran into the prison, he ruthlessly mocked Liuzi through the bars:
“Hahaha, look at you, just look at you! A few hours apart, and what happened to you, Liu Liuzi? Who was it that said they didn’t need to go to jail? Hahaha.”
Liuzi sighed helplessly and then said to Xien Waidao, “Hurry up and bail out.”
“I’m broke. There are barely any ways to make money now.”
“So you ca all the way here just to mock ?”
“No, I ca to keep you company in jail.”
Under Liuzi’s perplexed gaze, Xien Waidao tead up with Mukuai 1234 and gave the distinguished gentleman who had taken Liuzi in a thorough thrashing.
The infuriated Law Enforcer promptly threw both of them into a cell right next to Liuzi and the Goddess of Art.
Looking at Xien Waidao who seed right at ho upon returning to jail, Liuzi felt the other’s way of thinking was anything but normal and couldn’t help asking, “What are you thinking?”
“Triggering the system.”
“That’s impossible… you actually did trigger it! This works too!”
The news of Xien Waidao’s beating of the Law Enforcer quickly spread throughout the prison. Even the burliest n would nod in respect when they saw Xien Waidao.
Among the prisoners, even Liuzi’s reputation rose with the tide. The Education System was subsequently activated, and the two n’s main quest was updated.
“Main Quest: Help prisoners renounce evil and turn to good, leading a new life.”
“Side Quest: Every prisoner seems to have their own secret past. Helping them open up about their issues seems to hold unexpected benefits.”
Seeing his system activated, Liuzi turned his head and saw Xien Waidao dancing in front of him. Then, with a swift turn back and a triumphant smile, he boasted, “How aweso is your brother Xien?”
“You, my friend, were born to be in the clink.”
Strange as his thods were, once the system was activated, it was on.
Separated by the wall, the two players began to explore the workings of the system.
After the activation of the Education System, players could earn points by completing main and side quests. These points could then be used to enhance personal attributes or receive various Blessings.
Blessings were divided into passive and active types. Unlocking a Blessing required a significant amount of points, but the effects were imdiate and substantial.
Once the Education System was activated, the system would gift a Blessing, which allowed players to see different NPCs’ information, determining the best ways to reform them.
“That prisoner lacks maternal affection, so we could try to tap into his love for family. Since I’m not doing anything, why don’t I go over and play the role of his father?”
“Blessing, a good death.”
“What about this one, a perverted murderer, a spree of one hundred and forty-three incidents… Forget it, let’s go with a humane destruction.”
“Agreed.”
Reforming a wicked person into good would grant a lot of experience, so the inmates in the prison appeared as giant experience packs to the two of them, and they had to educate a few more inmates before other players realized this.
In the end, they picked a target.
The man was the head honcho of the local prison, nicknad Gray Bear, standing two ters thirty, weighing one hundred and fifty kilograms.
He was powerfully built, with a strength of 31, a charm of 3, a ferocious appearance, a broad back and a thick waist, big-chested and brainless—a perfect henchman.
Having identified the target, the two of them sprang into action.
During the afternoon exercise period, Gray Bear was sitting quietly, resting.
A few underlings were doing rounds around him, expertly massaging him, making Gray Bear quite comfortable.
But his mood was low today; he only ate fifty of his favorite fruit tarts and couldn’t eat anymore.
Silently waiting for the exercise ti to end, one of his underlings suddenly ca over and whispered, “Boss, those four new guys want to see you.”
“Oh?”
Gray Bear had so impression of the newcors.
Two of them were bold and reckless, beating up Law Enforcers upon arrival; such spirited outsiders were truly rare.
However, much as he admired them, he was, after all, the top dog in prison and had his own prestige to maintain. If they called him over, what would happen to his reputation?
More than that, he also planned to beat them up severely later, to show them who they should listen to around here.
But the following words of his underling made his face change dramatically.
“They said, they have sothing white.”
Pushing the underling in front of him aside, Gray Bear dashed toward the dormitory. The underlings at his back were about to follow, but Gray Bear bellowed, “Stay where you are, wait for my return!”
Rushing into the dormitory like the wind, Gray Bear first pounced to his room, only to find the door had been pried open, and the item hidden in the corner of the room had vanished.
With a palm strike to the nearby wall, a deep imprint was left, and Gray Bear’s burning-red eyes were filled with unbridled rage; soone might end up lying in a coffin soon.
Returning to his spot seething with killing intent, Gray Bear grabbed the inforr and demanded fiercely, “Where are they?”
The furious Gray Bear scared his underling nearly to tears, who after a long ti managed to say, “They said they are waiting for you in the storeroom.”
Dropping the underling, Gray Bear stord into the storeroom and saw the crowd cleared from the vicinity, four newcors guarding a corner of the storeroom, silently awaiting his arrival.
Marching into the storeroom, Gray Bear noticed the door had been shut and locked, with two female prisoners keeping watch outside, preventing others from entering.
To Gray Bear, the storeroom door was as flimsy as paper, so he wasn’t concerned about the locked door but instead confronted Xien Waidao and Liuzi, demanding, “Where have you hidden my thing!”
“Are you talking about this?”
Seeing the white kitten lifted by Xien Waidao, Gray Bear’s expression truly changed.
His fra seed to expand twofold, an aura of murderous intent tangible around him, as he strode toward Xien Waidao and Liuzi.
Although they knew he was just an NPC, the two still felt the terror emanating from his presence, and they couldn’t help remarking on the impressive artistry of the ga, as even an ordinary prison boss could be so formidable.
But since they knew he was just an NPC, it didn’t really matter.
Petting the little cat’s head, Xien Waidao watched Gray Bear approach, raising his fist high.
“What are your last words?” Gray Bear asked, panting.
Xien Waidao had no doubt that the other could explode him with a single punch, yet he calmly asked, “Do you want your cat to die?”
“That’s it! I promise I can break your arm before you even make a move!”
“It’s sick, it’s dying.”
As fate would have it, the white kitten owed just right, its feeble sound causing Gray Bear’s raised fist to hang in the air, unable to co down.
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