05 Is he really a genius?

Prison guards who wished to rise up could challenge the Prison Guards, and if any of the Guards had issues with each other, they could also kill each other. Not only would this not lead to punishment, the Prison Director even advocated for everyone to do so. Whether it was murder or debauchery, as long as one unlocked the shackles of desire, released the self within their heart, and indulged in unrestrained joy, and then offered this pleasure as a sacrifice to their lord of pleasure, the God of Extreme Bliss, the God of Slaanesh would bestow His blessings upon them.

So, even though Le Cheng killed the Red Ghost right in front of her, to the Claw Ghost, it didn't seem a big deal. He was just somewhat worried – what if Le Cheng got carried away in the killing and suddenly turned on him? Fortunately, it seemed that the desire for sex had taken the upper hand in Le Cheng's mind, which gave him some relief.

As Le Cheng was about to leave, embracing a woman, the Claw Ghost quickly called out to him, "Wait, you can't leave yet."

"Are you ever going to be done?" Le Cheng glared at him impatiently, "Haven't I already handed over the goods to you? Don't interfere with my Sexy Party."

Due to the previous killing, the Claw Ghost's attitude was no longer as arrogantly domineering as at first, but he still said, "Although you've handed over the goods, the quantity isn't sufficient. If the minister puts the blame on me, I won't be able to bear it, so you must come with me and explain things to our minister."

The minister of the medical department?

Le Cheng, who originally found it annoying, suddenly became interested. The minister of the medical department was a very peculiar person. Although a Slaanesh believer, he didn't enjoy hosting Sexy Parties but was instead fanatically obsessed with body research. He often locked himself in the medical chamber, conducting mysterious experiments. Even for people from other departments, meeting him was more difficult than even meeting the Prison Director.

"Alright."

Le Cheng showed an expression of helpless acceptance, then patted Mei's small face, "Baby, you'll have to go back on your own first. Remember to clean yourself up and call Ya too. When I come back, we'll have a Sexy Party together tonight."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

Holding the black uniform like a treasure, Mei looked at Le Cheng with affectionate eyes. It had been two and a half years since she arrived at this prison. Although she had Green Ghost as a backer, no matter how hard she worked, she was unable to break through the limitations of the class hierarchy and could only be a low-level prison guard. In contrast, Le Cheng gave her a piece of ghost clothes right from the start. Just by putting on this uniform, she would also become a bona fide Prison Guard. This was truly a powerful thigh to cling to.

Forget about hosting a Sexy Party; as long as Le Cheng was happy, he could even treat her as less than human at night!

After saying goodbye to Mei, Le Cheng followed the Claw Ghost to the medical department. Located at the northwest corner of the prison, the place was rather secluded. Owing to the Various terrifying legends about the minister, few people came here, making the environment quite quiet. Especially the dried-up corpses and bones that stood along the roadside like specimens only added a touch of coolness to the place.

"What a great place to relax and retire," Le Cheng commented while nodding in praise as he walked.

Relax and retire?

The Claw Ghost thought he had misheard for a moment. This creepy and frightening place couldn't possibly have anything to do with relaxing and retirement. If his fate wasn't in the hands of the minister, he would rather die than approach this damned place.

He scrutinized Le Cheng, wanting to see insincerity in his words, but soon he was disappointed to discover that Le Cheng's face was indeed brimming with sincere admiration. Even as he passed by a shriveled corpse specimen, Le Cheng even stopped and gave it an enthusiastic embrace.

"What a perfect piece of art!"

Alien Eye is the truth!

It didn't look like an act!

The Claw Ghost shivered and subconsciously distanced himself from Le Cheng. This guy, could he be the same type of monster as the minister?

After ending the embrace with the dry corpse, Le Cheng turned around and saw the Claw Ghost already standing two meters away from him with an obvious look of disgust, promptly asked, "Don't you think so?"

The Claw Ghost instinctively shook his head, but then quickly realized it was a mistake and nodded hastily.

"Pft, an uncultured bumpkin who doesn't know how to appreciate art," Le Cheng couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

Appreciate art? How could he possibly appreciate it!

The Claw Ghost silently cursed to himself, knowing that at least half of these so-called pieces of art had been his colleagues or subordinates. Instead of appreciation, he was more worried about whether he would one day become part of these artworks.

A short while later, Le Cheng had already arrived at the medical department. Compared to the exterior environment, the facilities here were still quite modern – it's just that the hospital patients were very few and far between.

Not many steps in, a piercing scream suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

The Claw Ghost's complexion changed, and he ran over quickly. Seeing this, Le Cheng also hurriedly followed.

Then, Le Cheng saw that in one of the experiments, a prison guard dressed in a black uniform was kneeling on the ground screaming. A surgical scalpel was lodged in his eye socket, and standing in front of him was a man in a white lab coat with a face full of densely sewn stitches, pale skin, and a pair of vertical eyes, looking like a venomous snake.

[Name: Jack]

[Occupation: Doctor]

[Characteristics: Dissection, Modification, Research]

With a swish, Jack pulled out the scalpel from the prison guard's eye socket and then stabbed the guard's face repeatedly, furiously cursing, "Trash! Trash! How many times have I said it, don't mess with my experimental equipment, are you even listening? Are you listening!"

In the blink of an eye, the prison guard's face was mutilated and bloody, his shrill screams filled the air, but he didn't dare to resist the slightest.