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

Chapter 219 discusses "How to bring both wives to the Zhang family at the same time?"

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"Good riddance! That old, cunning warden is finally dead! It's so satisfying!"

"'Blank'... I actually let go of it. Watching it turn into specks of light and disappear, I almost wanted to cry. Rest in peace."

"I've been freed from 'emptiness,' it feels like ascending to heaven. I never knew that after the ultimate resentment is purified, there is such beautiful light."

"Here's the important part! Feng-ge's S-rank clear should be a sure thing! But... how does he plan to bring Leng Meng and Vivian out of the dungeon?!"

"I was so worried for Brother Feng! Vivian is alright, but Sister Leng's fighting power, that black knife... Brother Feng, good luck to you!"

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Leng Meng's gaze slowly swept over the four S-level prisoners, her eyes deep and unfathomable.

Although Cyrus is dead, the crisis has not subsided.

These four beings before us are all S-class supernatural entities that once stirred up bloodshed and chaos in the outside world.

Their intervention was less a gesture of aid and more a manifestation of the flames of revenge ignited by long imprisonment and pent-up resentment.

Now that the enemy has turned to dust, who can guarantee that this dangerous flame will not spread to our side?

The logic within a cage can never be understood using common sense.

Their "goodwill" is often more unpredictable than their malice.

Qin Yue subtly shifted half a step to the side, while Lin Feng quietly squeezed the "Silent Grip" glove.

The Obsidian Guard squad, which had just arrived, immediately raised their weapons and locked onto the four figures exuding a deadly aura.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder, ready to explode at any moment.

Leng Meng took a deep breath, stepped forward, and faced the four unpredictable prisoners. Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable power:

"Cyrus Mohn has already been killed. The four of you just made your move, and regardless of the reason, you certainly lent a helping hand."

She paused slightly, her gaze sweeping over Steelbone, the Illusionist, and the Plague Doctor in turn, finally settling on the Phantom who still wore a languid smile, while her mind raced—

We must not force them to return to their cells at this moment.

Having just fought the witch and Cyrus, our side is already at its limit. If these four join forces to attack, even if we win, we will pay an unbearable price.

Since that's the case, why not go with the flow and do him a favor?

Anyway, they were released by Cyrus, so the blame can be placed on the dead.

As for the existence of these four dangers... there will always be a way to "invite" them back in the future.

With her mind settled, Leng Meng's tone became even more composed:

"If you want to leave this place and regain your freedom... now is your chance. I will not stand in your way."

Upon hearing this, Phantom covered her lips and let out a coquettish chuckle, her voice as sweet as honey:

"Leaving? The new warden~"

She deliberately dragged out the word "newly appointed," her eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement.

"Outside, the world is in turmoil, and people's hearts are unpredictable. How can it compare to the peace and tranquility within this small space? Besides..."

"The meals here are served on time, and handsome prison guards even come to interact with me every now and then... How could I bear to leave?"

As she spoke, she gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek with her finger and walked gracefully toward cell number 27.

As she passed by Lin Feng, she suddenly turned her head and looked back. Her eyes, as if hooked, were fixed on Lin Feng.

"Hey handsome, remember to come visit me next time...!"

She drew out her words, her fingertips brushing against the side of her neck, "I swear I won't 'eat' you... Let's just have a simple, in-depth 'exchange'~"

After saying that, she stuck out her pink tongue and very slowly licked her full upper lip, leaving a little ambiguous moisture.

Leng Meng tightened her grip on the black knife, her knuckles turning a faint bluish-black.

She stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lin Feng, her gaze icy, fixed directly on Mei Ying:

"He's busy!"

"Stay put in your cell and do nothing to him again. If you dare to mess with him again, I won't hesitate to make you suffer the same fate as Cyrus!"

Seeing this, Phantom was not afraid at all. Instead, she raised an eyebrow with interest, her gaze shifting between Leng Meng's tense profile and Lin Feng's. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, she exclaimed, "Oh~"

"I see~ No wonder this handsome young man ignored my 'kindness'..."

"It seems that our wise and powerful new warden has been keeping a close eye on them all along~"

"Tsk tsk, how enviable... Warden, you really are 'quick to act'."

Having said that, she didn't linger any longer, swaying her lithe waist as she gracefully strolled back to cell number 27.

The air was filled with only a wisp of sweet and alluring fragrance, lingering faintly and tickling the heart.

In the corridor, the three Obsidian Guard members swallowed hard, their Adam's apples bobbing, their gazes momentarily unable to tear themselves away from the tightly closed cell door.

Leng Meng gave the three of them a cold glare:

"What are you looking at?" Her voice wasn't loud, but it instantly made the three of them feel like they had thorns in their backs. "You've got a death wish, wanting to be 'have a good chat' with by her?!"

The three of them shuddered, snapped back to their senses, and immediately straightened their backs and flexed their waists.

Leng Meng's gaze swept over the remaining three prisoners: "You decide whether to stay or leave."

Without a word, "Steelbow" strode back to his cell, the heavy metal door closing shut behind him.

The illusionist nervously plucked the strings, muttering to himself, "It's too noisy outside... this is much better for creating..."

Before he finished speaking, his figure, like a fleeting ghost, floated lightly back to his cell.

The doctor, head bowed, mumbled indistinctly from behind his bird-beak mask: "The...experimental environment here...is more controllable..."

He returned to his cell, carefully closing the door behind him, his movements as solemn as if he were shutting down a laboratory door.

In an instant, the corridor returned to its empty state. Leng Meng watched all of this quietly until the last door lock was closed, at which point the fingers gripping the knife hilt finally loosened their grip a little.

With everything settled, Lin Feng felt heavy-hearted, without the slightest sense of relief.

The real challenge is now looming before us—

How can we bring Leng Meng and Vivian back to the Tranquil Quadrant?

They were all pregnant and needed a safe and stable environment to give birth and raise their children.

All of this is predicated on him having to confess their existence to them.

Just thinking about Leng Meng's ruthless eyes and the black knife in her hand that could cut down everything made Lin Feng's temples throb.

"What's wrong with you?"

Leng Meng keenly noticed his expression darken instantly and his brows furrow slightly. She turned her head and looked at his face with a hint of concern.

Lin Feng suddenly snapped back to his senses, quickly suppressing all the complexities and worries in his eyes.

"It's nothing," he shook his head, a hint of weariness in his voice, "I just suddenly relaxed... I feel a bit exhausted."

Leng Meng turned to Karen, who was waiting in the side: "Karen, take him back to his dorm to rest."

"Yes, Warden," Karen replied crisply, adapting to the new title without any hesitation.

He stepped forward and gestured for Lin Feng to proceed.

Lin Feng glanced at Leng Meng one last time, then followed Karen toward the exit...