08 We are going to host an awesome party

"I've already met Jack from the Medical Department and Master Ao from the canteen, and as for you, I know every detail of your body, so no need to mention more. Just tell me about the other three people."

Le Cheng comfortably leaned back on the bed, with Marilyn nestling in his arms like a little bird.

Marilyn shifted her body to find a more comfortable position and said, "Let's start with Brady, then. He's the Transport Director of the prison and goes out once a month, mainly responsible for capturing spirits from the outside world, providing a constant stream of fresh blood for the prison…"

"Isn't this prison supposed to automatically absorb the spirits from the outside?"

"How could that be enough? If it only relied on those spirits that came in on their own, the prison would have run out of inmates a long time ago."

"I see. So, how does he capture the spirits?"

"With a special artifact, supposedly able to easily capture the souls of the dead. But the specific effects are only known to the Prison Director. Every time Brady returns to the prison, he hands it back to the Prison Director, and nobody else, including myself, has ever seen it. Besides, Brady claims to be the third strongest in the prison, but I think his strength is no match for Oink."

At this point, Marilyn chuckled, "If you're thinking of getting your hands on that thing, don't bother. Brady is the nephew and confidant of the Prison Director, which is why he's trusted with it. You would have to earn the absolute trust of the Prison Director first."

Could it be an artifact blessed by the God of Slaanesh?

Le Cheng nodded, "Tell me about the next one."

"Raymond, the Defense Minister. His strength is second only to the Prison Director's. If I fought him head-on, I'm afraid I would be killed within ten rounds, but he would never lay a hand on me because that guy is too infatuated with me. He's my little lapdog, and I bet he would do anything if I was willing to sleep with him, hahaha."

"Have you slept with him then?"

"Of course not." Marilyn said with disgust, "That guy is so ugly, not only is his face covered in pockmarks, but his neck is also riddled with tumors, even pigs would find him revolting. Besides, he's extremely rough with women. Many women from the Defense Department have been killed by him, and those who were lucky enough to survive were left badly injured, rendered useless to anyone else. I'd rather die than sleep with him, so I always make sure he's not invited to the Sexy Parties."

"Plus, that guy is flamboyant and brazen in his actions. Everyone from Jack to Brady really dislikes him. Even when he goes to the canteen to eat, Oink charges him double the meal price. The only one who values him highly is the Prison Director because he truly is a strong fighter. With him around, the prison's defense will never be at risk."

Le Cheng stroked his chin, "Sounds like a universally despised character, what about the Prison Director?"

"The Prison Director is a very mysterious person. I've never seen him lift a finger, but I know he's very powerful. Even Raymond acts as docile as a dog in front of him. Moreover, it seems he's proficient in some kind of spirit spell…"

Spirit spell?

I remember Oink said that if he ever faced the Prison Director, he would be made to see his own death.

That must be his ability in this regard.

Le Cheng contemplated in silence.

Soon, he had a detailed plan in mind.

"Then, the first target will be Raymond. Tonight, we'll have a delightful Sexy Party and casually invite him to join."

Marilyn was a smart woman and immediately grasped his intent.

"You want me to use a honey trap to lure Raymond over and then kill him?"

"My dear, you're so clever. Getting rid of that detestable character will certainly make everyone happy."

"But I don't want to touch that guy; he's too repulsive. Even breathing the same air as him in a room would make me want to vomit, and..." Marilyn wrapped her arms around Le Cheng's neck and cooed, "Would you really stand to let such a filthy, ugly creature touch me?"

Le Cheng patted Marilyn's butt and chuckled, "So, I'll kill him before that happens."

Marilyn instantly let out a coo and leaned in close to Le Cheng's mouth. After regaining some strength, this woman with a strong sexual addiction seemed ready to get moving again.

But this time, Le Cheng wasn't going to indulge her and instead pulled away from her body, got out of bed, and started putting his clothes back on.

"Let's talk about it tonight. I've got something important to do next."

"Annoying," Marilyn pouted, looking aggrieved.

Le Cheng pretended not to see it.

Marilyn was still on a novelty kick, so she was obedient to his words, and he couldn't afford to overindulge her.

Besides, he wasn't taking advantage of Marilyn for free; he had given both his body and his labor.

...

Slap!

When two prison guards entered the room, a woman was thrown off the bed. Her body, lying on the floor, twitched slightly, and bites covered her face, chest, arms, and even thighs, looking bloody. Her eyes had rolled back completely, and she seemed to be barely alive.

"This woman is for you guys."

A burly man lay on the bed, waving his hand impatiently.

For us... She's already completely broken, how can she still be of any use?

The two prison guards internally complained, but dared not utter a word. They quickly picked up the woman from the floor and silently left the room.

"How is it going... Tsk, she's ended up like this again."

Outside, several more Prison Guards were waiting, moving forward with concern, but their expressions immediately fell on seeing the condition of the woman. Based on their experience, they judged she probably wouldn't survive the night.

In truth, this woman was neither a relative nor a friend to them and was only average in appearance. But for the men of the Defense Department, even the most ordinary women were the most premium scarce resources. There's no help for it when they have such a brutal Defense Minister, as the women of the Defense Department were mostly played to death.

Even so, they couldn't get a share!

In fact, some people from the Defense Department, due to the prolonged inability to fulfill their physiological needs with women, had already started turning to relationships with men.

"Ah, when will these days end? I really want to transfer departments."

"Yeah, if only we could go to the management department, I heard they have Sexy Parties every day."

"More than that, the manager Marilyn is so beautiful, and very generous too. If we went there, we'd definitely have a chance..."

Everyone sighed in exasperation when, at that moment, a stranger walked in.

"Gentlemen, I'm from the management department. Is the Defense Minister Raymond here?"

Speak of the devil, and he appears. Someone went straight away to notify him, and soon enough, Raymond, clad in just a pair of shorts, walked out from a room and gruffly said to the prison guard from the management department: "Spit it out if you've got something to say, let it rip if you've got to fart; I'm busy here."

"It's like this, Mr. Raymond. Tonight, the management department will be hosting a party..."