Yanchuan turned around and saw a stranger, a prison guard, rush in with a worried expression. He addressed Ariel, saying, “Warden, the inmates have broken the door locks and escaped from inside! They are armed!”
Escaped?
Yanchuan frowned in confusion.
The locks were broken… the inmates were rioting?
He immediately looked in Ariel’s direction.
The tall and stern warden did not show any emotional change; his lips were tightly pressed together.
“I understand,” he raised an eyebrow, calmly telling the panicking guard, “Lock the main gate; don’t let them out.”
The guard was still shaken but nodded in response.
Ariel organized the situation methodically, and finally, he looked at Yanchuan.
“Take him to hide somewhere,” Ariel pointed at a guard, “Follow him; don’t come out until it’s over.”
The guard accepted the order.
Yanchuan hesitated but nodded in agreement.
The guard respected Ariel’s orders and promptly executed them, and had now largely calmed down.
“Their weapons won’t last long,” the warden said coldly. “The isolation island is small and doesn’t have places for them to hide.”
“As for who provided them with these opportunities…” he glanced at the guards with various expressions, his face taut, “I will find out once it’s over.”
The guard who caught the warden’s gaze bowed his head.
Yanchuan mingled among them, feeling a bit lost while looking at Ariel.
Did Ariel mean to indicate that there was a mole among the guards at the isolation island prison…?
Yanchuan suddenly thought of Hesse, a person who had “privileges” even in prison.
Could the person stirring trouble in the prison be him?
Yanchuan recalled the expression Hesse had when speaking to him and felt the possibility was quite high.
Then, did that mean they intended to… cause a riot?
Yanchuan didn’t know, but the guard assigned by Ariel had already swiftly led him to another room.
He had no reason to refuse Ariel’s arrangement and could only play the role of someone being protected.
“We’ll wait here,” the guard shut the door, confirming it couldn’t be easily opened. He turned to Yanchuan and said, “Once everything is resolved, the warden will come to find you.”
Yanchuan nodded.
He had many questions he wanted to ask, such as when the inmates had started behaving strangely and where the weapons they mentioned had come from.
What he wanted to know most was if the instigator among the inmates was a young man with green eyes.
But the guard assigned by Ariel was a stranger, and his expression seemed anxious about the situation outside.
So, Yanchuan refrained from asking him anything and could only wait together.
The room the guard chose was a storage closet filled with discarded ornaments, cramped and cluttered, forcing them to huddle in a corner.
It had not been cleaned for a long time; the dust cover was also dusty and slightly suffocating, causing Yanchuan to cover his nose with his sleeve.
He frowned, breathing carefully.
He could hear faint sounds from outside.
Yanchuan could make out the sounds of running and shouting inside, roughly deducing that the conflict between the guards and inmates was serious.
Inmates who could stay on the isolation island prison were not any good; especially with the opposing identities of guards and inmates, order must be maintained through weapons.
Thinking about how these inmates, locked away for who knows how long, now possessed weapons capable of challenging the guards… Yanchuan didn’t dare to imagine.
He was more curious about what kind of urgent matter could cause the guards to become so desperate; there must be a significant number of participants involved, and how did the leader persuade them to join in?
Did the inmates at the isolation island prison know about the existence of monsters? Did they understand why they were imprisoned on this desolate island?
Yanchuan felt they must know; otherwise, they couldn’t have rapidly united so many strangers without outside help.
He thought again about the supply ship that had encountered trouble on the way there.
Did they have people on that ship too?
“Bang bang!”
A sudden noise exploded into the air, the iron door was kicked and moaned under the strain.
Yanchuan was deep in thought when he suddenly heard the sound of someone kicking the door.
“There’s no one here…” The door being kicked was not far from them, and Yanchuan could even hear voices from outside: “Next door!”
Yanchuan felt a bit of a cold sweat.
He exchanged glances with the guard, who signaled him to crouch further into the corner and avoid being discovered.
The noise grew nearer, even stopping right outside their door. Yanchuan complied.
But the palms of his hands were getting damp.
Then he heard a voice that sounded quite familiar.
The tone was urgent, with no trace of the usual nonchalance.
It was mixed among the loud banging on the door and yelling.
But Yanchuan could confirm who the voice belonged to.
It was the man with green eyes, who had asked him when he entered the script whether he wanted him as a support.
He carried secrets and was clearly an important NPC in the script.
Now he seemed to be the catalyst of a significant turning point in the script, even causing a riot among the inmates in the entire prison.
He was leading a group of people, searching for him door by door.
Yanchuan clenched his fists.
The door was quickly kicked open.
The iron door crumpled and hung awkwardly in the doorframe, being violently dismantled.
The chaotic footsteps were clearly audible.
Yanchuan was shoved under a discarded table by the guard assigned by Ariel, nervously holding his breath.
The guard crouched next to him, seemingly afraid he would make a sound from fear and expose their position, firmly covering his chin with his hand.
The space under the table was extremely tight; Yanchuan couldn’t move and had no way to speak.
He was terribly anxious, his nostrils filled with the bizarre mixture of smells.
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