blogombal Chapter 203 Cooperation Achieved
Chapter 203 Cooperation Achieved
Evelyn's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a look that was somewhere between surprise and contemplation flashed in her eyes.
But she didn't ask any further questions, quickly reaching out to take the heavy black knife and nodding.
"Yes, Deputy Warden."
Leng Meng said no more and grabbed Lin Feng's wrist.
He suddenly exerted force with his feet, his figure like a green gust of wind, pulling him swiftly towards the depths of the corridor.
In a short while, the two were standing in front of cell number 0.
A thin layer of frost condensed on the cold metal door, and a faint resentment permeated the air, like strands of cold silk, making one's heart feel heavy.
Leng Meng steadied herself, raised her hand, and knocked on the heavy iron door, her voice cold and clear: "Blank!"
A moment later, behind the observation window inside the cell door, the previously chaotic void began to surge.
Countless faint sobs came from inside, like thousands of vengeful spirits weeping at the same time.
Soon, a clump of semi-transparent souls coalesced and took shape behind the observation window.
Its form is unpredictable, sometimes transforming into countless painful and distorted human faces, and sometimes merging into a huge black mist, each surge accompanied by a chilling resentment.
The blank "gaze" fell on Lin Feng and Leng Meng through the observation window.
The faces embedded in the aggregate all turned and stared intently at the two of them, and the temperature in the air seemed to drop a few degrees.
Soon, all eyes were focused on Leng Meng's face, and her sobs instantly subsided.
A hollow, echoing sound emanated from the aggregate, as if countless people were speaking simultaneously:
"You opened the safe in the warden's office?"
Leng Meng raised her eyes, her sharp gaze meeting the blank "gaze": "That's right."
The blank aggregate surged violently, and countless faces revealed restless expressions: "So, what is your purpose in coming to find me?"
Leng Meng took a deep breath and said, word by word, "Let's join forces and eradicate this cancerous tumor, the warden!"
This sentence was like a red-hot iron thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing the blank aggregate to boil.
"So, what's your plan?"
Lin Feng stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Leng Meng, his gaze fixed firmly on the blank space behind the observation window, and began to explain the plan:
"Our plan is to have you pretend to surrender to Warden Cyrus Mohn, offer to sign a blood pact with him, and become his 'servant'."
"Given Cyrus's ambition, he would never refuse this 'gift,' and he will certainly come to see you in the Δ region in person."
"That was the time," Lin Feng said in a low voice, "when we had the opportunity to work together from the inside and outside to wipe him out in one fell swoop!"
The moment Lin Feng finished speaking, the churning aggregate behind the observation window suddenly stopped.
Countless empty eyes stared intently at Lin Feng. After a moment, its voice, devoid of its previous cacophony, transformed into a cold, hard question:
"What if...you're lying to me?"
A face jutted forward, almost pressed against the cold glass of the observation window:
"Once the blood pact is formed, it becomes a shackle on the soul... At that time, I will truly become a puppet in his hands!"
"...How can you guarantee you won't back out, and how can you guarantee the plan won't go wrong?"
Seeing this, Leng Meng stepped forward, blocking Lin Feng's path, her voice filled with unwavering determination:
"I have already consummated my marriage with Lin Feng, this young human."
"Protecting my husband's life is the most important thing in my life!"
"If I let the warden do nothing, my husband might be the next one to be sacrificed."
"This matter concerns my husband's life or death! I have no reason to deceive you!"
Lin Feng suddenly turned his head to look at Leng Meng, his pupils trembling.
It felt like something scalding hot had slammed into my chest, and a mixture of sourness and burning sensation welled up in my throat.
He quietly clenched his hands, which hung at his sides, and the burning promise that seemed about to burst forth resounded silently at that moment—
"With a wife like this, what more could I ask for in this life? Even if I lose all my wealth and die, I will never betray you!"
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Studio:
"Holy crap... I burst into tears."
"Who says the eerie have no emotions? Leng Meng has Lin Feng etched into her very bones!"
"Lin Feng, you brat, did you earn this good fortune by saving the galaxy in your past life?!"
"So even the cold-blooded deputy warden has such a tender side!"
"Did anyone notice Lin Feng's expression? His eyes are wide open; he must be incredibly moved!"
"What should I do? I was originally looking forward to seeing Leng Meng and Vivian's love triangle, but now I suddenly feel a little reluctant!"
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Inside cell number 0.
The gazes of the countless faces on the aggregate, like silent probes, repeatedly probed between Lin Feng and Leng Meng.
Indeed, it could clearly feel the highly compatible energy field between the two people. It was an energy connection that only existed between people who were very close, warm and firm, and definitely not faked.
The claim that they had marital relations is likely true.
"Even if I believe in your resolve... what about Cyrus?"
A face jutted forward: "Given his suspicious nature, he will surely use the 'Soul-Locking Chain' to completely imprison me before signing the blood pact."
"Once I'm locked up, I won't be able to muster even a shred of power. I'll be nothing more than a fish on a chopping block, completely at his mercy. How can we even talk about an inside-outside attack?"
Upon hearing this, Leng Meng's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and her voice was firm:
"The Soul-Locking Chains are usually kept in the armory, and Old Zhou is in charge of managing them."
"He's one of my men, and he's held a grudge against Cyrus for a long time."
"At that time, I will have him make some 'adjustments' to the chain—the appearance and spiritual energy fluctuations will be indistinguishable from the original, enough to fool Cyrus's eyes. But the moment it is actually locked, it will not have any binding power."
A moment of silence fell behind the observation window, and the surging of the vengeful spirits gradually slowed down.
"Alright, I'll take this gamble." The last trace of hesitation finally faded from Blank's voice. "Tell Cyrus I'm waiting for him here."
"We're waiting for you to end this...nightmare that's lasted far too long!"
Leng Meng glanced one last time at the churning mass of vengeful spirits inside the observation window, said nothing more, and turned to take Lin Feng's hand.
"Let's go, we still have a lot of preparations to do."
Without further delay, the two turned around and hurried back along the corridor they had come from.
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At that moment, Evelyn was patrolling outside cell number 11.
This place houses a songstress who bewitches minds with her songs; several prison guards have been forever captivated by her enchanting melodies.
Evelyn had just stood in front of the cell door when a series of faint, rapid sounds came from inside.
The European and American woman, dressed in a gorgeous retro dress and with cascading blonde hair, practically lunged at the observation window.
Her previously empty eyes suddenly lit up with a morbid excitement:
"Hmm... We have an audience! My vocal cords are in great shape today, so I'll sing you a song right now..."
The words came to an abrupt halt.
Her gaze was fixed on the black knife in Evelyn's hand.
The phoenix pattern on the scabbard flowed under the dim light of the corridor, emanating a chilling aura that seemed almost tangible, causing her blood to freeze instantly.