"How do you plan on dealing with them?" Wu Hen managed to keep his patience and asked Prison Director Levi.
Levi was supposed to be a reasonable person; at least during Wu Hen's obligatory reformation in this town, they didn't make things too difficult for him. In fact, it was easier than what traditional beasts of burden had to endure, working only a few hours each day.
"Of course, lock them all up in the death cells, take away the vegetables and grains they've cultivated, and collect the pretty women into our beds..." Prison Director Levi, with the demeanor of an old-time pirate chief, let out a spine-chilling laugh.
Wu Hen's eyes turned cold.
He had thought this was a civilized place.
No choice then, he'd have to resort to his own brand of violent aesthetics to solve the problem at hand.
Suddenly, a wooden basket flew over and slammed heavily onto the Prison Director's head.
