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The man approached the cell, sizing up Lu Fei Fan through the iron bars.
Lu Fei Fan quietly examined the other man in return. The man flipped through a document he held and glanced up at Lu Fei Fan.
"Are you Lu Fei Fan?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"That's me," Lu Fei Fan replied candidly.
"Well, I need you to come with me," the man requested in a somewhat calm tone.
"What if I refuse?" Lu Fei Fan deliberately countered.
The man suddenly let out a cold laugh, his eyes flashing with a warning. He didn’t respond verbally, but Lu Fei Fan could clearly feel the man's increasing pressure, as if he were exerting some form of intimidation. Moreover, upon closer inspection of the man's physique and steady demeanor, Lu Fei Fan suspected he was likely an active-duty soldier, perhaps even a Fuser who had already cultivated Pulse Energy, definitely stronger than himself.
After a moment's thought, Lu Fei Fan stood up, choosing to cooperate and met the man's gaze.
The man nodded in acknowledgment of Lu Fei Fan's compliance and signaled to the prison guard to take him along.
They passed through several cold iron gates and navigated winding corridors until Lu Fei Fan was led out of the prison. After crossing an open area, he was brought into a well-decorated building and seated in an interrogation room.
With a click, the door opened, and a middle-aged man named Zhong Nian entered with his hands clasped behind his back.
Lu Fei Fan sized him up: he had a sharply defined square face, an indifferent and aloof expression, and was impeccably dressed, exuding confidence. The shiny insignia on his shoulder indicated that he held a significant position within the prison; he was at least a Warden.
"You are the one who killed Sang Kun?" The man circled around to sit directly across from Lu Fei Fan and got straight to the point.
Lu Fei Fan felt a jolt of surprise. Had someone reported his confrontation with that person in the rain? Or was it something else?
He speculated internally but maintained an innocent facade on his face. "Sir, I'm not quite sure what you mean. Was Sang Kun male or female? Tall or short? Fat or thin? Or was he just a rat? Did I accidentally kill it by letting out gas while using the restroom? If so, I apologize; the prison food has been quite terrible lately, and I can't control my gas—it tends to have a lemony scent." Lu Fei Fan rambled on nonsensically.
Wan Director smiled at Lu Fei Fan, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. He returned Lu Fei Fan's smile without saying a word, and Lu Fei Fan smiled back.
Finally, Wan Director pressed a button on a projector embedded in the table, and a Virtual Screen lit up. The screen displayed footage of Lu Fei Fan fighting Sang Kun in the rain. As the scene concluded, Wan Director deliberately paused on a frame that captured half of Lu Fei Fan's profile. Although slightly blurred, his face was still clearly recognizable.
"This person looks somewhat familiar," Lu Fei Fan remarked, stroking his chin as he scrutinized the virtual video.
Wan Director continued tapping his fingers on the table before cutting straight to the point. "If this evidence video is submitted, you’ll be looking at at least ten years in this prison. I imagine someone who was framed while trying to save his brother wouldn’t want to waste his youth behind bars. And if I’m not mistaken, your father is still lying in a hospital bed?"
"Are you threatening me, Officer?" Lu Fei Fan asked calmly, though anger simmered beneath the surface.
"No," Wan Director replied, noticing the hint of malice in Lu Fei Fan's gaze. "I admire you. Therefore, I’m willing to offer you another path..."
"But I’m not inclined to do your bidding."
Before Wan Director could finish, Lu Fei Fan had already rejected him.
"Let me finish." Wan Director was not angered; instead, he found himself appreciating this headstrong young man. Someone with such tenacity was precisely what he needed.
"As long as you agree to work for me, you can gain your freedom. Plus, I can offer you three bottles of D-Class Cell Gene Solution!" Wan Director laid out his generous terms.
Lu Fei Fan felt a flicker of interest at the mention of the last item. The D-Class Cell Gene Solution was known for enhancing human body cells and would be an excellent resource for a novice Fuser like him. Three bottles of this solution could easily fetch over a million on the market!
For Lu Fei Fan, this was a fortune. With the Unified Awakeners Examination just two months away, passing it and becoming a qualified Fuser was crucial. If he had those three bottles of Cell Gene Solution, he would have a solid chance of success.
"What do you want me to do?" Lu Fei Fan asked after pondering for a moment.
"I need you to help me win five rounds of Virtual Combat!" Wan Director knew that Lu Fei Fan would agree; such favorable conditions were nothing short of a gift for an inmate.
“What's going to happen if you lose?” Lu Fei Fan asked in response.
“Then you better be prepared to spend ten years in this prison,” Wan Director replied slowly. He then gestured for his subordinate to bring over a Metal Box, which he opened and turned around to show Lu Fei Fan.
Inside the Metal Box were three neatly arranged bottles containing a Blue Liquid, which should be the 'Gene Cell Liquid.'
Wan Director took one of the bottles and placed it on the table in front of Lu Fei Fan, making a gesture as he said, “This is your 'advance payment.'”
With that, he stood up and had the Metal Box taken away, preparing to leave. Just as he reached the door, he turned back to give one last instruction.
“The competition is tomorrow night. If you need anything, just ask the people who brought you here; they will accommodate you.”
After that, Wan Director left with his subordinates. Soon after, Lao Liu, who had brought Lu Fei Fan here, entered.
“I hear you can meet my conditions?” Lu Fei Fan asked calmly.
Lao Liu looked somewhat displeased but did not refuse.
“Sure.”
“I want a quieter environment, preferably somewhere I can wash up and have a decent meal. Also, I want to know who exactly wants me dead in this prison. Was Sang Kun sent by them?”
Lao Liu nodded but didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took Lu Fei Fan back with him. However, he did his best to meet Lu Fei Fan's requests. This time, he was assigned to a quiet cell that appeared to be in a largely empty section of the prison. They also brought in several buckets of water for him to bathe and provided him with a roasted chicken along with a note.
The note simply read two words—“Duan Zhang.”
After reading the note, Lu Fei Fan understood its implication and promptly tore it up. He then took out the bottle of D-Class Cell Gene Liquid that Wan Director had given him as an advance payment.
He held the slightly chilled gene liquid in his hand, gazing at it for a moment before twisting the cap open and gulping it down. Within less than a minute, Lu Fei Fan could distinctly feel a surge of energy like raging fire igniting in his abdomen, spreading through the blood vessels and meridians of his body. It rushed through his cells like a stream nourishing parched land, instantly revitalizing Lu Fei Fan's cells.
Seizing the opportunity, Lu Fei Fan quickly began to operate the "Pulse Cultivation Technique," rapidly integrating the nourishing gene liquid into fixed cells, forging brand new cells and refining a continuous stream of Pulse Energy.
As he continuously operated the "Pulse Cultivation Technique," he maintained a high-speed circulation of the gene liquid to nourish and transform the awakened cells within him. Thanks to the effects of the Gene Cell Liquid, Lu Fei Fan awakened tens of thousands of cells this time. Although this was merely a drop in the bucket compared to the billions of cells in the human body, he could clearly feel the difference. His physical condition was significantly better than before; after meditating for several moments, he felt even more invigorated.
Without hesitation, he connected to the Virtual Network to discuss this Virtual Combat matter with the "Hero." The Hero naturally agreed with Lu Fei Fan's plan to temporarily engage in this transaction but cautioned him not to take the Warden's words at face value. Lu Fei Fan remained wary in his heart; Duan Zhang might just be a scapegoat they had put forward.
After all, anyone who could reach the level of Warden in this prison was not someone simple-minded; they were adept at manipulation and intrigue. Therefore, Lu Fei Fan could not afford to be careless.
However, in this world, strength was paramount. No matter how formidable the schemes were, as long as one possessed enough power, it would yield results akin to overpowering ten with one. The path ahead was naturally one of courage and determination.
On this day, the rare tranquility allowed Lu Fei Fan to immerse himself mostly in cultivating the "Pulse Cultivation Technique," but while some rejoiced, others were troubled.
In the Warden's office.
The once grand and opulent office had become somewhat chaotic. Sitting in the main seat was an enchanting woman with an alluring presence; or more accurately, she was reclining comfortably in the Warden's chair, casually draping her flawless long legs over the desk while playing with a delicate jade Buddha seal she had picked up from the tabletop.
Her every glance and smile could bring many to their knees. Those two long legs, smooth and white as jade, made many men gulp involuntarily; yet no one dared to look too closely in her presence.
Beside her stood an elderly man with closed eyes, seemingly deep in meditation like an old monk. He exuded an uncomfortable aura of pressure.
In the office were Liu Chengshu, the Warden's secretary, and Wu Qizao, a logistics director with round glasses and a chubby face. Both were fixated on what the enchanting woman was playing with. Wu Qizao was sweating profusely and nervously glancing at her; several times he attempted to speak but hesitated upon seeing the elderly man standing nearby.
"How long does Tao Shu intend to hide from me?" The woman spoke in a clear and melodious voice, simply yet warmly. Then she slammed the jade Buddha seal onto the desk with a loud thud that made both Wu Qizao and Liu Chengshu jump in shock. The affairs of Black Iron Prison required that seal for all major decisions, yet she treated it as carelessly as if it were a toy.
"Hehe, Su Da Jie is truly amusing. The Warden is not hiding from you; indeed, there are pressing matters at hand—inspections and meetings—who knows when he will return..." Liu Chengshu adjusted his glasses and chuckled nervously while quickly signaling Wu Qizao beside him who was wiping sweat off his brow.
The latter understood and quickly nodded in agreement like a chicken pecking at grains. "Yes, yes! As for Su Su, Warden would be more than happy to welcome her; how could he possibly avoid you?"
"Exactly! Please don't make it difficult for us," Liu Chengshu chimed in, creating a harmonious back-and-forth that left Su Da Jie feeling rather unimpressed.
"Hmph." Su Da Jie huffed arrogantly. "If Tao Shu doesn't come back soon, I'll set this office on fire!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her index finger, and a flicker of red flame suddenly sprang up, resembling a delicate white onion sprouting.
"Wait, wait, wait... that won't do at all, Su Su."
"Yes, yes! The people we've sent to find Warden should be back any moment now..."
Liu Chengshu and Wu Qizao hurriedly tried to dissuade her.
"Hmph, I don't care! I'm going to burn this place down!" Su Da Jie threatened, glaring and slamming her hand on the table.
At that moment, a steady voice came from outside the office door.
"Who is so bold as to set fire to my office?"
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