Although the prison guards had seen tough characters, none of the inmates locked up here were to be underestimated. But they had never seen anyone as ruthless as Luo Zheng, who seed to act without any regard for the consequences. Whether he was taking a guard hostage or firing a shot, he did it without hesitation. At that mont, all the guards were stunned, and even the warden was petrified. He quickly stepped back, fearing that the next bullet might be ant for him. The inmates in the surrounding cells went mad, their suppressed ferocity exploding, banging on their cell doors and ignoring the guards who tried to intervene.
"Aaauuugh—Aaauuugh—Aaauuugh!" The inmates roared rhythmically, venting their inner beastliness that now blazed wildly. Their eyes, wide open and fervid, were fixed on the cell where Luo Zheng was held, filled with admiration, the admiration of one strong being for another. In that mont, Luo Zheng beca an uncontested hero in their eyes.
"Shoot, suppress them now," the warden barked, his face pale with fear. Although he knew the strength of the cells and that it was unlikely for the inmates to break out, he still felt an icy chill, as if the cells contained wild beasts ready to burst out and tear him to pieces. The warden was scared, panicked, and completely furious.
Luo Zheng had a hostage, which thwarted any imdiate action against him, so the warden poured his full fury onto the other inmates. Swarms of guards rushed in, taking aim and shooting at the prisoners who dared approach the doors. Of course, none of the prisoners were foolish enough to wait to be shot; they quickly dove into corners to hide, only to return to the doors after the guards left, roaring like wild animals and striking at the iron doors with anything they could find.
"Roar, roar, roar!" The inmates, upstairs and downstairs, may not have known what was happening, but it did not stop them from taking the opportunity to unleash their fury, joining in with roaring that echoed through the cloverleaf prison, vibrating ominously, casting a solemn and dismal pallor over the guards' faces.
Watching the scene unfold, Luo Zheng smirked with satisfaction, having drawn everyone's attention and united them. "The troops are willing," he thought. Now it was all about how to solidify their loyalty and put it to his use. The warden, with an icy glare, watched Luo Zheng, the instigator of it all. In his mory, such an event had never occurred in the prison; at most, there were fights, but now, it seed like the prelude to a collective riot.
"What exactly do you want?" the warden asked coldly.
"You see the situation—why do you think they are so angry?" Luo Zheng knew it was ti to lay his cards on the table, not wanting to push too far. He sneered, "Everyone is locked up in a space no larger than a palm, with too small an area to move around. It's either insanity or death for them. What do you say?"
"Spit it out, what do you really want to do?" the warden demanded angrily.
Luo Zheng did not imdiately answer the warden's question. Instead, he took a deep breath and bellowed, "Brothers, silence!" His voice, like a tiger's roar in the forest, drowned out the inmates' roars and carried far away.
"Uh?" The inmates' howling gradually ca to a halt, looking at Luo Zheng in surprise.
After waiting for a while, all the roaring ceased. The guards, upon witnessing this scene, looked troubled—violence that not even guns could stop was quelled by a single sentence from Luo Zheng. What did that imply? Worried eyes turned to the warden, who certainly understood the gravity of the situation and stared at Luo Zheng in anger.
Luo Zheng ignored them and continued to shout, "Brothers, we need to increase our yard ti, we need to expand our area of activity, we need a certain degree of freedom, we refuse solitary confinent, right?"
Upon hearing this, everyone roared with excitent, not expecting that Luo Zheng had caused such a fuss to fight for their rights. Seizing the rare opportunity for their freedom and rights, they roared again, pounding on the iron doors. Luo Zheng's voice was loud, and it was heard by everyone upstairs and downstairs. People guessed what was happening and naturally supported him even more, howling in rage.
The warden didn't expect Luo Zheng to make such a demand and his complexion grew even uglier. At that mont, the warden was filled with regret, wishing he hadn't let Luo Zheng speak out. If such a demand were agreed to, the managent workload and risks would increase in the future. If not agreed to, he feared that the inmates might unite and rebel, which would be even harder to handle. What to do?
Luo Zheng looked coldly at the distressed warden and roared, "We want freedom, we want human rights."
"We want freedom, we want human rights," all the prisoners were incited by Luo Zheng, like an exploded oil barrel, shouting and banging on the iron doors, rhythmically roaring. For freedom, for human rights, they united, eyes bulging with cold stares at the guards in the corridors, with a beastly look of ferocity ready to consu anyone.
These inmates had been oppressed for too long, deprived of human rights, and could be driven insane at any mont. Once soone started a commotion, the rest quickly joined in. Ultimately, it was the prison's oppressive managent. If they eased off a bit and allowed the inmates channels to vent and express themselves, there would've been no disturbances; they would've just laughed at Luo Zheng's antics.
What is predestined cannot be evaded.
Seeing that everything had gone according to his calculated plan, Luo Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The prison might kill an inmate, but they would never dare kill them all. With the situation having progressed to this point, it was no longer under anyone's control. If the warden agreed to the demands, the inmates would be endlessly grateful to Luo Zheng, and he could make great use of that loyalty. If the warden refused, the inmates would still appreciate Luo Zheng, and with proper manipulation, he could still make great use of them in the future. Luo Zheng wasn't worried about what ca next.
The warden's eyes flashed with murderous intent, wishing he could kill Luo Zheng on the spot, but with hostages in hand, it wasn't easy. If he ordered a shoot-to-kill, he feared his n would lose heart, and his ti as warden would be over. No, he couldn't kill yet, he had to compromise for now and find another opportunity later.
With this in mind, the warden coldly said, "What exactly do you want?"
Knowing that the warden had begun to concede, Luo Zheng let out a loud shout, and once everyone quieted down, he continued shouting, "Brothers, the warden has agreed to our just demands. I propose that we have yard ti every two hours, half an hour each ti; our als should include more at and vegetables, not the sa every day; we need a square for collective activities, to exchange ideas and chat; we need so recreational activities; we need to be able to contact our families; and we especially need won, right?"
"Right!" It was about everyone's happiness, and so all shouted their support for Luo Zheng without hesitation, excitedly yelling and advocating, their emotions becoming fervent once again.
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