The two were reluctant but didn’t dare slam the door and leave; eventually, they signed.

Qian Huan was triumphant, bursting into laughter, "Second Prison is finally in my hands."

Even in the hallway outside, you could hear Prison Director Qian’s laughter.

The two departing Prison Chiefs were helplessly furious.

"A petty man who got his way!"

The Prison Chief on the left clenched his fist, squeezing a curse through his teeth,

"Doing things so ruthlessly, just watch, he’ll meet a gruesome end sooner or later."

The one on the right gritted his teeth, about to speak, when suddenly a massive explosion sounded behind him, shaking the whole floor.

The door to the Prison Director’s office was blasted, twisted, and deformed, crashing into the opposite wall like a cannonball.

Blazing fire and air pressure instantly burst the door frame, cracks crawling up both walls.

Then a figure flew out, like a broken cloth doll, crashing into the wall, and slid down limply, revealing severed arms and wires within.

Then came the sound of glass shattering, and Qian Huan’s terrified, desperate, and furious scream.

"The third layer, what the f—"

The scream abruptly stopped.

Triple-layered explosion-proof glass shattered violently, thousands of glass shards spun like a storm, engulfing him.

His entire body instantly lifted diagonally towards the ceiling before crashing down hard; before consciousness faded into darkness, a ridiculous epiphany surfaced in his mind:

"I... finally managed to take off in the Second Prison?!!"

The two Prison Chiefs staggered a few steps from the shockwave in the corridor, almost falling.

Their faces changed drastically, looking at each other.

The left Prison Chief was so shocked he almost bit his tongue, his heart in tumult:

"My words came true, has my tongue mutated? I said he’d die, so he died?"

The right Prison Chief turned to stare with wide eyes, lips quivering as if wanting to ask but not daring:

"You’re even more ruthless; you directly blew the Prison Director up?"

The left Prison Chief hurriedly explained, "Don’t look at me, I didn’t do it."

The right Prison Chief nodded quickly, "Alright, alright, not looking at you, you said it wasn’t you, so it’s not you."

"Shit!"

The left Prison Chief had no time for words; thinking of something, he rushed towards the Prison Director’s office, the right one reacting a half-beat slower but following quickly.

They rushed into the room, first seeing the upturned sofa and coffee table and the glass wall with a huge hole.

Turns out explosion-proof glass walls aren’t explosion-resistant.

Not ruling out the bomb’s sheer terror or shoddy work.

However, the two Prison Chiefs had no mind for such thoughts at the moment.

Their gaze simultaneously focused on the Prison Director, blasted beyond recognition, full of glass shards.

The Prison Director lay motionless on the ground, life or death unknown.

Beside him was a collapsed table, two scattered documents underneath.

Some parts of the documents were damaged, some charred black, yet some remained intact.

The left Prison Chief’s eyes showed a hint of urgency, hurriedly gathering up the scattered documents.

The right one quickly joined in, stuffing them into his arms.

They shared a glance, with eyes seemingly holding infinite joy, akin to Qian Huan’s earlier victorious laughter.

"Here it comes, here it comes, the press conference had an accident."

"The chess game in Second Prison isn’t over, they haven’t conceded yet."

In the shards of explosion-proof glass, two faces twisted with joy were reflected.

Pong—clang!

The shaky window was violently torn off, the narrow metal frame ripped open like paper by giant hands.

Concrete debris crashed to the ground, Li Bashan crouched at the window.

His broad form squeezed into the window frame, pushing it open like tofu blocks.

He glanced at the two inside, they startled in shock, stood up in guilt, and stepped back half a step.

"Don’t misunderstand, we came in hearing the explosion to rescue Prison Director Qian."

Explained the left Prison Chief hurriedly, the right nodding frequently.

Li Bashan didn’t even glance at them, just lowered his head to pick up the Prison Director and jumped out the window.

The left Prison Chief exhaled in relief, instinctively touched the documents in his chest, and said urgently:

"Let’s hurry and go too."

The right one nodded and followed; they exited through the door, not the window.

At the door, Shi Wuming lay motionless, arms broken, chest sunken.

He was closer to the explosion point, without the defense of the explosion-proof glass wall, he had no time to react, getting blown away.

Now 80% of his body suffered major damage; if not modified, he’d be a corpse now.

At this moment, his consciousness was fading, the chip in his skull blue-screened and crashed.

Only his most valuable electronic eyes still operated stubbornly, flickering blue through the slightly closed eyelids.

Worth every penny, the expensive ones truly were different.

After a while, Shi Wuming regained some consciousness, opening his eyes, viewing his near-collapsed state, with utmost terror within:

"Save me, someone save me, I can’t die yet, I haven’t bought a data cable, [consciousness backup] hasn’t been uploaded..."

Shi Wuming wanted to move but couldn’t.

The fractured arms were manageable, but the fierce explosion damaged the battery component implanted in him, causing electric currents to run amok within him.

Simply put, he was short-circuited.

"Prison Director has a savior, does the bodyguard receive no care?"

Shi Wuming was incredibly angry,

"If no one comes to save me, even a modified body can’t survive."

Just then, footsteps came from the side.

Shi Wuming couldn’t move his neck, just his eyeballs stiffly rotated, catching sight of a hand reaching out from the corner of his eye.

"It’s you."

Shi Wuming remembered him, called Gong Qi, liked to follow Feng Mu like a mouse’s tail.

"No need for thanks, junior brother asked me to save you, you followed Prison Director Qian throughout, you need to live to clarify where the explosion came from."

Gong Qi looked at Shi Wuming expressionlessly, repeating Feng Mu’s words verbatim.

Inside, he thought with interest:

"Junior brother said no need to express eagerness to save, just enough to show the intent, let this man’s eyes record it, hey—interesting!"

Gong Qi enjoyed the rescue mission; tasks with performance elements were his favorite.

The only downside was just one line this time.

Shi Wuming breathed a sigh of relief, "They’re saving me."

Since the other said no need for thanks, he indeed held no gratitude, only repeatedly thinking:

"Should’ve acted sooner against the Medicine Man; if I’d already uploaded and activated [consciousness backup] as insurance, I wouldn’t need others to save me now..."