Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1149 - 9667: Power Outage

Chapter 1149: Chapter 9667: Power Outage

As the fast-food restaurant was about to close for the day, an unexpected visitor arrived.

"I’m looking for Song Lan."

The man dressed in a black trench coat made his intentions clear as soon as he entered.

The sky outside the restaurant had completely darkened, and it was closing time for the day, marking the end of a day, yet the beginning of fun for many residents of D Zone.

At this time every day, a few people in D Zone receive orders to go to C Zone to punish the slaves.

In the absence of newcomers, this task can be freely applied for, and those who enjoy inflicting suffering naturally would not miss such an opportunity. With newcomers around, they gather to gamble, betting on who will return to D Zone, the newcomer or the C Zone slave who defeats them.

At this moment, Angle Saffire should have been appearing in C Zone, not in a fast-food restaurant about to close.

"Oh, it’s you."

RT6 exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the visitor, having been engrossed in preparing for the culinary festival all afternoon, completely pushing the matter of Angle Saffire to the back of her mind.

Angle was originally her Plan A.

She had secretly contacted a few outsiders and the slaves of C Zone, stirring up a momentous revolution in the prison, inciting them to no longer endure being slaves, and to reclaim what rightfully belonged to them—their endless hard labor exchanged for the lavish lives led by the people of D Zone.

How could this be tolerated?

RT6 couldn’t tolerate it, she tried putting herself in the shoes of a C Zone slave and was immediately infuriated.

She couldn’t imagine how the prisoners of C Zone endured under such conditions.

She had even prepared a declaration of resistance, to take back what belonged to them!

Moreover, this was a revolution that even if it failed, would result in no loss.

According to her calculations, even if the revolution ultimately failed, the rulers of D Zone couldn’t possibly execute the slaves, all of D Zone’s resources came from the uncompensated labor of the slaves, and there was no room left to increase their working hours; they didn’t even have time to keep the slaves confined, because once the efforts of C Zone went on strike, all facilities in D Zone would come to a halt.

The key to all revolutionary plans lay in the "Emperor" and the Judge.

As long as the "Emperor" could rightfully defeat the Judge in the arena, it would ignite the fire of revolution, turning all past grievances into a raging wildfire, lighting up every corner of the prison sector.

But this grand revolutionary plan was halted due to one person’s arrival.

From the moment RT6 encountered Song Lan outside the arena, she immediately gave up the grand Plan A and devised Plan B.

The core of Plan B was very simple, summarized in four words — enjoy life.

Organizing the culinary festival was the best embodiment of this plan.

Indeed, Plan B was developing smoothly as she anticipated; while she and the "Emperor" were discussing burger recipes, the powerful, brutal, bloodthirsty leader died in his office from a natural gas leak accident.

Hours had passed since the accident occurred, they held a grand culinary festival during this time, but not a single prisoner dared to avenge the Judge who tragically died in the accident.

Even their so-called Master hadn’t commented on the matter, adopting an attitude of silence and cold handling.

Recently, RT6 had started to understand the "Emperor"’s transformation.

It was like an online game; once you team up with a top-level boss, there’s no need to designate any specific dungeon tactics; just happily follow behind the boss picking up gear.

Of course, given the strength Song Lan had shown, RT6 thought it more appropriate to describe him as a GM.

The "Emperor" seemed to have realized this truth as early as in the Atlantis era.

Prosthesis Modification, cultivating Spiritual Energy?

Or, like the Lord of the Tides, dominate a region and spend thousands of years creating a territory of its own?

The "Emperor"’s assessment was, rather than that, it’s better to send a team invite to Song Lan along the way.

Under this philosophy, even his recent prosthesis modification into a mini-refrigerator allowed him to maintain a good attitude, or rather, having cooling functions made him contribute even more to the team.

No one can resist an iced drink when the heat is unbearable, not even Song Lan.

Regrettably, Angle Saffire seemed not to comprehend this philosophy of life, still immersed in the grand ideals depicted by Plan A.

"I see now; it was destiny that ordained our meeting here."

Upon entering, he began his speech.

After receiving the gift of "Justice", he believed that everything he experienced held special significance.

As long as he walked the right path, Luck would follow him.

Even if he were defeated and sent back to jail, there would be a special meaning in that—the strongest proof being that Justice had not forsaken him, but witnessed the existence of this prison sector with him.

So he spent an entire day observing this city, which appeared nearly identical to The First Region, encountering the glittering casinos and various intoxicating entertainment facilities, undoubtedly a more luxurious place than outside the prison, where the inhabitants of D Zone were not punished for their crimes but led even more indulgent lives than in the outside world.

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