bookpower Chapter 398: 242: Prison Turmoil_2
Chapter 398: 242: Prison Turmoil_2
Chapter 398: Chapter 242: Prison Turmoil_2
“Really, it’s not necessary.”
After parting ways with Xiemen Waidao and the others, Liuzi began his endeavor.
It was ten in the morning, and the city’s Central Park had already gathered some 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 accustomed 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 came forward excitedly, shook Liuzi’s hand, and asked, “Your painting has deeply moved me, 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 come with me.”
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 game’s plot this wild?
And are you really a Law Enforcer, not a scam artist?
When Xiemen 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 Xiemen Waidao, “Hurry up and bail me out.”
“I’m broke. There are barely any ways to make money now.”
“So you came all the way here just to mock me?”
“No, I came to keep you company in jail.”
Under Liuzi’s perplexed gaze, Xiemen Waidao teamed 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 Xiemen Waidao who seemed right at home 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?”
“Oh?”
Gray Bear had some impression of the newcomers.
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 something 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; someone might end up lying in a coffin soon.
Returning to his spot seething with killing intent, Gray Bear grabbed the informer and demanded fiercely, “Where are they?”
The furious Gray Bear scared his underling nearly to tears, who after a long time managed to say, “They said they are waiting for you in the storeroom.”
Dropping the underling, Gray Bear stormed into the storeroom and saw the crowd cleared from the vicinity, four newcomers 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 Xiemen Waidao and Liuzi, demanding, “Where have you hidden my thing!”
“Are you talking about this?”
Seeing the white kitten lifted by Xiemen Waidao, Gray Bear’s expression truly changed.
His frame seemed to expand twofold, an aura of murderous intent tangible around him, as he strode toward Xiemen 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 game, 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, Xiemen Waidao watched Gray Bear approach, raising his fist high.
“What are your last words?” Gray Bear asked, panting.
Xiemen 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 meowed just right, its feeble sound causing Gray Bear’s raised fist to hang in the air, unable to come down.