Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 312 - 296: All-Out Assault

The room was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

The atmosphere had already been laid out and highlighted to this point, even a fool could guess what was about to happen next.

Some of them showed deep sorrow in their eyes, while others displayed uncontrollable anger.

However, no matter what they thought, their lips seemed sewn shut, and not a single one of them spoke up.

Even Zhao Xing, kneeling on the ground, had paused his sobbing. His tear-reddened eyes stared unblinkingly at Qian Huan, with a rigid and complex gaze.

Suddenly, the technical Prison Guard raised his hand, breaking the silence in the room: "Warden, there’s an anomaly in the feed from camera 217; a prisoner is requesting negotiation."

Qian Huan looked at the surveillance screen with an indifferent expression. The view from camera 217 was immediately enlarged, revealing the prisoner who had just snapped Wang Fei’s neck.

This person seemed to be one of the main culprits of the riot, with a group of equally blood-stained prisoners gathered behind him, and in front of them, a heap of seven or eight Prison Guards piled like sacks.

Each had their limbs twisted off, leaving only their heads hanging limp backward, all aimed at the camera from various angles.

At first glance, the scene resembled a twisted monster, with seven or eight agonized heads and dozens of contorted limbs, making for a shocking and terrifying sight.

At this moment, the technical Prison Guard finally managed to retrieve the main culprit’s file from the system, and quickly read out:

"Zhang Xiao, male, thirty-seven years old, imprisoned last July.

Previously a member of Celestial Domain Real Estate’s pioneering team, because of discoveries during a Hidden Sect expedition..., leading to unequal division of loot resulting in six deaths, seven injuries, later arrested by the Arresting Bureau...."

As the technical Prison Guard reported, the scene on surveillance changed.

Zhang Xiao leapt up, bounding like a toad onto the chest of the topmost piled Prison Guard, then squatted with his legs. His two long, ape-like arms casually reached down, grabbing hold of a terror-filled head that emitted a "screaming chicken" sound.

Listening to the shrill "screaming chicken" sound, Zhang Xiao’s face instead showed a look of ecstasy. He slightly raised his chin, his gaze nearly level with the camera.

His voice was low and vicious, exuding an indisputable cruelty:

"You on the other end of the surveillance, you’re watching, aren’t you? Agree to our next few demands or I will pluck off their heads one by one right in front of you."

As soon as his words fell, Zhang Xiao’s body leaned sharply forward, nearly pressing his entire face against the camera lens. Instantly, his menacing eyeball completely filled the surveillance screen.

The enormous screen, about the height of a person, was now filled with a bloodshot eyeball, the thick blood vessels like entrenched veins, flashing a sinister red glow under the display lights.

The technical Prison Guard sitting in front of the computer was startled into a wild heartbeat by this sudden "face attack," his body swayed, losing balance, causing both him and his chair to fall backward, creating a dull crash.

"First, prepare some human food for the brothers; having been fed mush like feces by you for years, the brothers are craving meat. Now they see red in their eyes at the sight of a man."

"Remember, don’t get any ideas, don’t mix any nonsense into the food. Otherwise, huh..."

"Second, bring in some clean clothes, along with soap and brushes, damn it; the brothers have hardly climbed out of the sewage pit, need a good wash and a change of clean clothes."

"Third, after the brothers have eaten and drunk their fill, plug those machine gun nests back into the walls at the passage entrances, or else the brothers can only use them as sandbags to block the nests."

"Remember, they’re still alive now, but if they’re dead later, you’re the ones who will have killed them, hahaha—"

"Fourth."

The broadcast abruptly stopped, Qian Huan walked angrily to the table and smashed the noisy speaker with his fists, instantly shutting down the prisoner’s voice, not a word came through anymore.

Negotiation? Doesn’t exist!

Qian Huan had already made up his mind:

"Continuing to listen to the prisoners’ grandstanding won’t save the Prison Guards inside and will disturb the people outside."

"I can’t save the Prison Guards inside, over a hundred Prison Guards’ deaths will eventually be blamed on me; then the entire prison system, up and down, will certainly have an issue with me, it’s unavoidable."

"So I can’t hesitate any longer, I can only push forward ruthlessly, using the most brutal suppression and bloodshed to restore my authority!"

Being able to rapidly make a choice during sudden incidents, in the worst circumstances, and execute it immediately and steadfastly, regardless of its correctness, is a capability exceeding ninety percent of people worldwide.

From this perspective, Qian Huan being selected and pushed to the forefront by Feng Mu was not just due to his background and resources he could leverage; his personal intelligence and capability were equally extraordinary, truly exceptional.

Qian Huan decisively pressed the microphone switch, leaned forward, and with his lips nearly touching the microphone, erupted in an angry roar along with his saliva.

The roar flowed through the microphone, across the wires, instantly flooding through the dozens of loudspeakers throughout the prison, enveloping the entire prison in terrifying echoes:

"I am Qian Huan, the warden of Second Prison. I am deeply pained by this inmate riot, but Second Prison will never bow to any inmate; the order of the prison will not allow any provocation, I have zero tolerance for riots."

"No compromise, no negotiation, only a bloodbath!"

"Use the blood and corpses of these scum to honor the fallen colleagues of Second Prison; we will always remember and cherish them."

The entire prison was utterly silent, whether inmate or Prison Guard, whether in the focus of the camera or hiding out of view, each person’s expression seemed frozen by time, peculiarly solidified.

Qian Huan took a deep breath, suddenly opened his mouth wide as if swallowing the microphone, and roared:

"Now I order—attack comprehensively, leave no one behind!"

Time seemed to pause for a second; the blood-red eyeball on the large screen contracted and trembled, Qian Huan turned fiercely glaring at everyone, cruelly said:

"I want to gouge out this eyeball and soak it in a jar on my desk to enjoy slowly."

Everyone felt Qian Huan’s unequivocal determination, on the one hand repulsed by his ruthlessness, but on the other hand subdued by the warden’s coldness.

Only Feng Mu maintained a sympathetic expression, slowly squatting down to help up the fallen technical Prison Guard, and warmly said to his still-frightened face:

"It’s alright, being afraid isn’t your fault, it’s just your body’s emergency protection instinct; there’s no need to feel ashamed, you’ve done very well."

The technical Prison Guard, ignored by everyone but helped up by Feng Mu, flushed with emotion, silently cast a grateful glance at him.

Feng Mu smiled at him and then stood erect, solemnly addressing Qian Huan loudly:

"Warden, I volunteer to retrieve that eye for you!"