Brandon was perplexed.
Looking at Will, who was crying after Brandon said a single sentence, he was speechless
'What's going on? Why did you cry after I said one sentence? Could someone please explain it to me? What kind of people are in this prison?!' Brandon thought.
Although Will was a little short, he was still a grown man, yet he started crying in front of so many people.
Brandon was at a loss.
At the same time, he was also a little nervous.
'Could it be that I said the wrong thing in this situation?'
What made Brandon feel slightly relieved was that Will quickly controlled his emotions and added, "Other than Lord Brandon, no other Lord would treat our races as one and the same."
"As expected, submitting to you is the right choice."
Hearing this, Brandon was a little surprised.
As expected!
Before he transmigrated to this body, he was definitely a big shot or something.
Maybe...
He was the son of a big shot.
Otherwise, how could a newcomer in the prison get the support of a senior prisoner like Will?
It was precisely because of this thought that he subconsciously ignored the keyword 'race' that Will mentioned.
Brandon thought for a moment and slowly said, "I don't need anyone's support."
It was true that there were many benefits to having one's own power in the prison.
However, if one wanted to gain benefits, one had to pay a price.
From the moment he left the cell, Brandon had a basic understanding of this prison. This prison was very strange. Just like in the movies, there were groups, perhaps gangs.
The three people who lived on the same floor as him each led a group.
If there was a conflict, even if he gained the favor of the woman in black and they were jealous or afraid of him, they would not give in without a bottom line.
Which prisoner would let him off easily if provoked?
So he decisively refused.
When Will heard this, he immediately became anxious.
He hurriedly said, "Lord Brandon, I know that you came here for 'that Lord', but if you want to know anything about Senkam Special Prison or the people inside, I can tell you."
"Not only that, but I can also give you news from outside the prison."
Oh?!
Well-informed?!
In an instant, Brandon understood Will's position in this prison.
There were such people in any prison.
And they were the people that any group needed.
But...
That Lord?
Who was this?!
Brandon understood from Will's words that in his eyes, and even in the eyes of others, he did not come to this prison because he was captured, but because he had come here for someone.
Moreover, that person's status in the prison was very high.
Since Will used the honorific title of 'Lord', at least in his eyes, that person's status was at least on par with his, or even higher.
Could it be...that woman in black?
Brandon guessed.
After all, judging from the performance of all the prisoners just now, that woman's status in the prison was obviously not ordinary.
She also met the standards of 'that Lord' very well.
After thinking about it, Brandon agreed to his request.
After all, he was a transmigrator. Under the circumstances where his memories couldn't be recovered, his understanding of this world was very lacking. With such a person by his side providing information and intelligence, it allowed him to assimilate into this world much more easily.
Will was overjoyed when he saw Brandon nodding. He said with a fawning expression, "Thank you, Lord Brandon. You're truly the kindest person in the world."
In order to prevent his identity as a transmigrator from being exposed, Brandon didn't talk much with Will, so as to prevent him from discovering his flaws.
At the same time, he couldn't completely trust Will. He needed to spend some time observing him.
After eating breakfast, Brandon returned to his cell.
He found that there weren't many restrictions on prisoners in this prison.
There were already many strange things, so he wasn't too surprised.
What Brandon didn't know was that after he returned to his cell, the three S-class superhumans in Senkam Special Prison had gathered for a very rare discussion.
The center of their discussion was Brandon himself.
"Judging from the current situation, that newcomer is here for Avril."
"That guy is quite creative. Praising a woman for her beauty is always the best weapon. It's the first time I've seen Avril treat people so peacefully in the past ten years."
"But he's still too naive. He can't just praise Avril if he wants to learn that secret."
"Hmph, it doesn't matter. As long as he doesn't provoke me, he can do whatever he wants."
"Heh, that guy is extremely talented. Yesterday, he became the winner of the first escape game and shocked many S-class superhumans. He even gained the nickname 'Hunter'. Dan, are you afraid?"
Dan, who had red hair, said angrily, "I really should tear your mouth apart, George!"
However, in the end, they didn't fight.
In Senkam Special Prison, S-class superhumans were at the top of all the prisoners in terms of status.
However, above them were Avril and the Butcher.
Even S-class superhumans had to follow the rules.
At least...
On the surface, they had to pretend to follow the rules!
...
On the first day of interacting with the prisoners in this prison, Brandon decided to keep a low profile.
He only went out after eating and spent most of his other time in the cell.
In the pitiful amount of time that he had, he discovered that the higher the level of the cell, the better the environment, and the larger the area. The cells on the first floor were similar to prison cells in the world he was in before he transmigrated.
Each cell was a large bunk. Four people lived in one cell, and they shared a toilet.
On the second floor, each prisoner had a single cell, but there was nothing except for a bed.
The higher up the level, the more complete the facilities were, and the better the environment was.
On his floor, other than the alloy door that could not be opened and closed as he wished, everything else was similar to a five-star hotel.
This made him feel a little relieved.
Time passed bit by bit, and Brandon looked at the countdown on his arm.
00:00:10!
00:00:09!
00:00:08!
...
00:00:02!
00:00:01!
00:00:00!
The moment the countdown reached zero, an electronic voice sounded in Brandon's mind.
[Do you want to enter the escape game?]
[Warning: This will be your second escape game. If you die in the game, you will be severely punished!]
[Enter the game?]
[Yes] / [No]