Listening to the faint sounds of the riot coming from the prison cells, Bruce smiled slightly. By the time he strode into the central control room of the Observation Tower, his face was already expressionless.
"At this moment, there’s a riot in the prison, Warden William, I think you owe me an explanation!" Bruce furiously threw the gloves in his hand onto the information control panel, looking extremely angry and accusatory.
Sixty-something-year-old Warden William, who had worked at Abnosk for twenty years, was at a loss due to the sudden riot in the prison cells. He couldn’t believe that after issuing strict orders and threatening to kill on the spot, these prisoners still dared to cause trouble! If such an incident occurred under James’s watchful eye, and he didn’t handle it well, he would be finished! He didn’t dare to look at Bruce; instead, he grabbed the communicator in a panic and shouted angrily, "Emergency assembly! All guards immediately get your weapons and assemble!"
Bruce watched coldly, snorted, and said indifferently, "I’ll take care of the external security. You’d better take all your men inside and quell this riot! If you can’t effectively control your prison within half an hour, you can explain it to my father yourself!"
William avoided Bruce’s cold gaze and frantically explained, "Prince Bruce, this is not a riot, it’s just a little dispute between the prisoners. Don’t worry, they can’t cause any trouble in the prison cells. Once the automatic patrol guns are activated, they’ll behave and return to their cells!"
Angrily kicking a guard standing foolishly beside him, he whispered, "Hurry up, assemble!" Then, as he walked out, he continued to say to Bruce, "Please wait a moment, I’ll soon bring the troublemakers before you!" Under Bruce’s cold gaze, William nearly bumped into the doorframe as he turned to leave.
Watching the embarrassed warden leave, Bruce walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of the circular control room and looked down at the guards, gathering urgently like ants from all directions toward the prison cell door. Behind his back, his fingers made an inconspicuous gesture. His bodyguard, always by his side, understood immediately and left the control room.
The guards assembled swiftly, knowing that with Emperor James present to watch the games, such an incident could cost everyone dearly! Under the hoarse shouts of Warden William and led by Guard Chief Picard, the heavily armed guards opened the prison cell door and swarmed in. They were determined to give the unruly prisoners a lesson they would never forget!
The last rays of the setting sun reflected on the pointed roofs of the four observation towers at the corners of the prison, casting a golden glow.
In each observation tower’s control room, only a few guards were left to manage the control system, while the entire outer defense of the prison had been taken over by the Royal Investigation Bureau’s special security team.
The few remaining guards, uneasy under the cold eyes of the unfamiliar Investigation Bureau soldiers, felt a growing sense of unease. This twilight air inexplicably made them feel suffocated.
When the last guard disappeared behind the prison cell door, Bruce looked at the blood-red sky outside the window and lightly drew his hand across his throat. Immediately, the muffled sound of gunfire erupted from the four towers simultaneously.
Bruce turned around and saw a remaining guard fall forward with wide-open eyes, collapsing onto the control panel. Blood flowed slowly down from the control panel, soaking the carpet beneath, creating a blood-red stain. Frowning, Bruce walked to the control panel and pressed a green control button.
After watching the heavy steel door of the prison cell descend, Bruce slowly walked out of the control room. He glanced in the direction of the fighting arena; that was his real target. From now on, he no longer had any worries behind him.
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The disturbance in the prison had already ceased.
When the first sound of the alarm rang, Tian Xingjian dashed back to his cell as if his pants were on fire.
Fatty’s actions jolted all the prisoners awake, and they stopped fighting one by one. If they were not back in their cells by the third ring of the bell, the automatic patrol guns would kill anyone still outside.
After a brief chaos, the prisoners scrambled back to their cells, regaining some sanity at that moment.
Staring at each other, they saw the terror in each other’s eyes. As their minds gradually cleared, fear began to spread among them. No matter how fierce they were, they were helpless weaklings facing the armed guards. Such a riot would surely bring brutal retaliation from the guards! Especially at this moment, with Emperor James personally visiting Abnosk Prison, everyone knew what such a riot would mean!
Fatty rushed into his cell, wrapped the fire sprinkler on the ceiling with a bedsheet, and set it on fire. As the fire alarm sounded, fire sprinklers throughout the prison automatically sprayed water, drenching everyone and throwing the prison into further chaos. The arsonist removed the camouflage from a hole in the corner of the wall, yanked out the wires, and used a small knife to cut the red prison door control wire, quickly connecting it to a homemade switch.