07 As long as the kung fu is profound

Le Cheng was confident he could single-handedly stir up a storm in this prison, but the deadline for the mission was admittedly too short; he needed some external support to ensure his plan would roll out smoothly.

"What! Overthrow the Prison Director's reign?"

"Could it be... Brother Cheng, are you planning to become the new Prison Director?"

Upon hearing Le Cheng's thoughts, both of them were stunned; such an audacious notion was beyond their wildest imagination.

"Prison Director? How could this tiny prison possibly constrain me? My dream is the vast universe, of course. So, how about it? Do you want to help me?"

Le Cheng looked at the two of them with a smile.

Mei and Ya exchanged glances; they could see the shock, fear, unease, and a hidden flicker of uncontrollable excitement that was almost bursting out from deep within their hearts in each other's eyes.

"I...I'm willing."

In the end, both spoke in unison.

Le Cheng didn't know their true thoughts, but it didn't matter; even if they really betrayed him, and put him in extreme danger, that too would be a fresh and enjoyable experience.

The next morning, Le Cheng woke up from the land of warmth and tenderness. As soon as he got out of bed, Mei began attending to his dressing and ablutions, while Ya knelt before him to help him get organized.

After some time, once he was ready, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Mr. Le Gui, Ms. Marilyn has requested your presence on the third floor."

Mei then reminded him, "Brother Cheng, Marilyn might be looking for you because of Green Ghost."

Le Cheng nodded. Although Green Ghost had no other talents, his execution was strong, and he was one of the top in terms of force among the Prison Guards, highly valued by Marilyn. Now that he had been killed by Le Cheng, Marilyn definitely wouldn't turn a blind eye.

After sending the two women away, Le Cheng went to the third floor alone.

Compared to the first and second floors, the third floor was quite luxurious. Crossing the corridor, Le Cheng arrived at a grand banquet hall with neatly laid red carpets. Although it had been tidied up, the messy arrangement of tables, chairs, sofas, and the lingering scent in the air managed to convey the wild festivity from the night before.

Marilyn was sitting in the center of the hall.

A beautiful woman, slightly petite but well-endowed, with red lips and white teeth, and a pair of wine-red eyes. Her wavy, golden hair draped over both sides of her head. It seemed she had just taken a bath, wearing only a white bathrobe, giving off a lazy and sensual vibe, her whole being exuded a swelling charisma.

Her chair was quite peculiar, not made of wood, but formed by a pile of men. In order for her to sit comfortably, the men piled up and worked hard to form a chair; some served as armrests, others as the backrest, and still two lay on the ground with Marilyn sitting on their backs.

There was a man kneeling in front of her; Marilyn comfortably leaned against the "chair," her bare feet placed on the man's shoulders, while the whip in her hand was tightly around the man's neck, eliciting a giggling laugh.

It wasn't until Le Cheng appeared in the hall that Marilyn lifted her head and looked straight at him.

"So you're Le Gui? I thought the guy who killed Green Ghost must be some ferocious demon, but you're just a cute little white-faced boy." Marilyn couldn't hide her surprise upon seeing Le Cheng's handsome appearance.

Within the Prison Guards, it was a strict principle of survival of the fittest. She wouldn't avenge Green Ghost's death; she just wanted to see what sort of person was capable of killing him, and the young and handsome Le Cheng immediately won her over.

"I also didn't expect that my boss would be such a stunningly beautiful woman."

[Name: Marilyn]

[Occupation: Management Department Director]

[Characteristics: Flirtatious, fickle in affections]

Le Cheng slightly smiled; he had made up his mind to tame this woman.

Marilyn felt a surge of excitement at the predatory look in Le Cheng's eyes. She stretched out her leg with a smile, "I have a rule here; anyone who visits me for the first time has to kneel and lick my feet."

Using her beauty and status to command men was Marilyn's way of managing.

Marilyn's feet were white and smooth, fresh from a bath and still emanating a faint fragrance. Le Cheng held them in his hands, admiring them carefully, then...

Slap!

"You're right, but—Rules are made to be broken."

Le Cheng kicked away the kneeling man, stepped forward, moved close to Marilyn's lips, and with a smile while gazing into her wine-red eyes, said, "Instead of licking your feet, I'd much rather have you lick mine."

"How daring you are to speak to me like that. Are you not afraid I'll kill you?" Marilyn showed a fierce expression, her eyes brimming with murderous intent.

An ordinary person would probably wet themselves on the spot, but Le Cheng was not at all frightened. Instead, he gently lifted Marilyn's chin and softly said, "I only stay true to my own desires. If you wish to kill me, feel free to do so at any time. But do you really have the heart to?"

"Such a cunning man, you know I wouldn't." Marilyn dropped her murderous look, wrapped her arms around Le Cheng's neck, nearly hanging on him, and said with a half-smile, "However, I can simply play with you until I'm tired and then kill you afterward."

"No, by that time, you'll be unable to leave me."

"Really? I don't believe you, unless you let me try."

"Of course, let's change the place then."