This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

Chapter 204 I'll give you a big slap in the face

The flush of excitement on the songstress's face completely faded, leaving her as pale as paper.

His slightly open mouth remained frozen in its half-open state, unable to utter a single sound.

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, about to lower her head to record the patrol situation, when she heard hurried footsteps coming from the corridor ahead.

She looked up—

Leng Meng was seen holding Lin Feng's hand, walking quickly towards them.

In the blink of an eye, the two men had stopped in front of her.

Leng Meng's gaze swept quickly over Evelyn, finally settling on the black knife, her voice still icy:

"You continue your patrol. After you finish, Lin Feng, bring the black knife to my office."

Lin Feng nodded solemnly: "Yes, Deputy Warden."

Leng Meng said no more and released her grip on Lin Feng's hand.

The next second, she moved slightly, like a gust of wind merging into the shadows, and vanished in an instant into the darkness at the end of the corridor.

After Leng Meng left, Evelyn turned around and handed the black knife in her hand to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng quickly reached out to take it, and as soon as his fingertips touched the scabbard, a chill ran from his fingertips into his palm.

The scabbard was thick and heavy, and he could clearly feel an extremely terrifying power contained within the blade.

Evelyn's gaze fell on Lin Feng's face, a hint of probing in her voice, and she asked softly, "Is something big about to happen?"

Lin Feng nodded solemnly: "A storm is brewing."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Evelyn asked, not wanting to just be a bystander.

Lin Feng shook his head: "Not for now."

This plan involves the warden, deputy warden, prisoner number 0, and the witch behind it all; it's a battle of titans.

Although Evelyn is a top agent, she probably won't be of much help in this contest.

If we rashly involve her, she might lose her life.

Evelyn nodded slightly, a fleeting look of disappointment in her eyes.

The two said no more and continued their patrol along the corridor.

Lin Feng gripped the black knife, the murderous aura emanating from its scabbard acting as an invisible barrier, preventing the prisoners in the cells along the way from making the slightest move.

The inspection was completed smoothly in just over ten minutes.

Leaving the heavy alloy gate of the Δ district, Lin Feng tightened his grip on the black knife and turned to Evelyn, saying:

"You go back to your dorm first, I need to return the knife."

Evelyn nodded, and the two parted ways at the fork in the road outside the Δ area.

Lin Feng walked towards the exit of the D prison area, while Evelyn turned and headed towards the female police officers' dormitory.

As Lin Feng walked to the middle of a corridor, he noticed a figure suddenly appear around the corner ahead.

The newcomer was a regular prison guard, dressed in a black uniform, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with a square face and a broad forehead, a hideous scar at the corner of his eye, and eyes that revealed the shrewdness and arrogance unique to a seasoned veteran.

His gaze immediately locked onto the black knife in Lin Feng's hand, as sharp as a hawk's.

"Halt!" The prison guard in black raised his hand to block his path, his voice rough and hoarse. "What are you holding?"

Lin Feng stopped and said calmly, "I'm returning the equipment the deputy warden lent me."

"Lend it to you?" The prison guard in black sneered, his gaze sweeping over Lin Feng with disdain. "A trainee prison guard, would the deputy warden lend you his personal belongings? You'd better come up with a plausible reason if you're going to lie."

He took a step closer, his sharp gaze piercing Lin Feng's eyes: "Tell me, where did you steal it from?"

Lin Feng frowned slightly: "I already said, it was Deputy Warden Leng who lent it to me! If you don't believe me, you can go and ask her yourself."

"What the hell are you asking!" The black-clad prison guard spat, spitting onto the ground. "Give me the knife!"

Lin Feng took a half step back, quickly switched the knife to his left hand, and held it protectively at his side:

"Get out of the way! I need to return it to Deputy Warden Leng right now. If this delays important business, are you going to take responsibility?!"

This statement seemed to have touched a raw nerve with the other person.

The black-clad prison guard's face instantly darkened, and the scar at the corner of his eye turned slightly red with anger, making him appear even more ferocious.

"You've got some nerve! An intern dares to talk to a regular prison guard like that?"

"I'll say it one last time—hand over the knife, surrender yourself, and I might even write in the report that you turned yourself in and spare your life."

Lin Feng's eyes turned completely cold.

He could clearly sense that the other party was not bluffing—

This prison guard in black is really capable of taking action, and judging from his greedy eyes, his motives are clearly not pure; he might want to keep this black knife for himself.

"What if we don't?" A cold, sharp glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes.

"Then don't blame me for being impolite!"

Before he finished speaking, the black-clad prison guard's right hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers forming a claw, grabbing straight for the black knife in Lin Feng's hand!

However, Lin Feng was even faster.

Just as the other's fingers were about to touch the black knife, Lin Feng raised his right hand and delivered a clean and decisive slap.

【Absolute Hit - Big Hit】 skill activated.

There are no fancy techniques, no complicated moves, just the simplest and most direct slap.

But the trajectory of that slap was strangely unpredictable.

"Snapped!"

The crisp, loud sound of a slap echoed through the corridor.

The 300% power boost made this slap far more powerful than imagined.

The prison guard in black felt as if his left cheek had been slammed hard by an iron plate. He was pulled back by a tremendous force and almost fell to the ground.

He staggered to regain his balance, his left cheek swelling up at a visible speed, with five clear finger marks as if branded onto his skin.

My ears were ringing and I was seeing stars.

It took him a good seven or eight seconds to come to his senses.

The excruciating pain in his cheek and the humiliation of being offended instantly overwhelmed his reason. The black-clad prison guard's eyes turned bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, and he howled like a wild dog whose tail had been stepped on:

"You fucking dare hit me?! You stinking intern, how dare you lay a hand on me?! Today I'll break your bones and throw you into the prison ditch!"

He roared and pounced again, this time his left hand forming a claw aimed straight at Lin Feng's throat, while his right hand reached for the stun baton at his waist!

Lin Feng didn't even move a step.

Just as the other person lunged at him, he extended his left hand and casually swatted them away.

"Snapped!"

The second slap landed squarely on the right cheek of the prison guard in black.

This time, the prison guard in black was completely dumbfounded.

The first attack could be attributed to a sneak attack or carelessness, but what about the second one?

He was completely focused, but the kid's left hand seemed to have traveled through time and space, imprinting itself precisely on his face without any reason.

"Fuck you!" The black-clad prison guard forced out a curse from deep in his throat and finally pulled out his stun baton.

Blue arcs of electricity crackled at the tip of the rod; the 100,000 volts of high voltage was enough to knock a grown man unconscious in an instant.

He gripped the stick in his right hand and delivered a standard thrust straight at Lin Feng's chest.

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes.

This time, he didn't hold back.

Just as the baton was about to pierce his chest, Lin Feng's body turned half a circle to the side at an incredible angle, allowing the tip of the baton to graz his clothes.

At the same time, he raised his right hand again—

"Smack!!!"

The third slap was harder than the previous two combined.

The prison guard in black was thrown into the air as if hit by a truck, his feet leaving the ground before he crashed heavily into the wall beside him.

He slid to the ground like a puddle of mud and fell into a complete coma...