Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

One of the rules of the prison area is that it is forbidden to "drop by" other prisoners' rooms without their permission. Prison-specific drops usually refer to acts such as beating and robbery. Once outside the cell, it's a melee zone, and as long as no one is killed, the prison guards won't ask.

The space pirates soon discovered that this was not good news.

The daily supply of supplies in the prison is fixed, and they will be placed in the outer area of ​​the "melee zone". How to bring these supplies back to the cells has become the biggest problem.

“It’s a vicious cycle.”

One of the space pirates said, "The less food we have, the less energy we have to fight with other prisoners."

He had just seen many skinny prisoners in the chaos. They were in tatters and stank. The strong prisoners only dared to watch from a distance when they were being beaten. Only after everyone had left did they timidly step forward to search the "corpses", but when they saw them crawling up from the ground, they immediately fled back to their cells in fear.

"If we can't collect supplies, that's our future."

Mechanical prison guards will maintain their minimum vital signs. When they faint from hunger, they will be sent to the infirmary for treatment for a few days and will be sent back to the cell when their condition stabilizes.

The other prisoners would not let these weak prisoners die. It was not out of kindness, but because the supplies provided by the prison every day were calculated per person, and the status of these people was essentially no different from that of pigs.

Still one of those hungry pigs.

The experiment just now showed that the identities of Boss Arctus and space pirates are of no use here. Perhaps only the identity of crew members of the Space Pirate King can allow them to enjoy the same treatment as Buggy here.

"The most urgent thing now is to pay our respects to the boss. We need to find out the current situation of the prison."

This relatively smart space pirate roughly understood why they were beaten just now - they walked up to the central platform, looking like they were going to give a speech, and it looked like they were going to set up their own camp, so the local tyrants in this prison area would naturally not let them have an easy time.

He leaned on the cell door and looked outside for a while. Seeing that no one was fighting outside and even the skinny prisoners had walked out of the cell, he got bolder and told the others, "Stay here and don't move. I'll go out and take a look first."

The other pirates were still in shock from having just been beaten, so when they saw this smart guy volunteering, they all expressed their agreement.

The facts were just as Dacongming had imagined.

The prisoners all walked towards the square at the same time. An electronic screen appeared out of thin air on the central platform. A mechanical prison guard stood on the platform with an instrument next to it.

Da Congming saw a strong prisoner climb up the platform under the admiring gaze of the people, and input his name into the instrument, and then his name and nickname appeared on the electronic screen.

The screen was filled with densely packed names, and they were still growing at an alarming rate, making it dizzying.

"What are they doing?"

Da Congming walked to the end of the team, caught a thin prisoner and asked him.

"Sign up for the trial."

This was one of the few times that these "pigs" could walk out of their cells without worrying about being beaten. Fighting was prohibited during the trial registration period, and this was an unwritten rule of the prison.

Because this is a sacred moment.

Those who win the trial will not only become heroes of the prison area, but can also bring many tangible benefits to the prison area. For example, they can make requests to the jailers to improve the food and build public facilities. They heard that the previous prisoner who won the "Purification Trial" brought a bathhouse to their prison area.

The prisoners in that cell block no longer had to soak themselves in the stinking sewers and live in the same room with nameless plankton.

"Those who win the trial will win the respect of everyone. At least during the trial, the prisoners here will not bully you anymore."

The thin prisoner showed a sinister smile. When he opened his mouth, Da Mingming discovered that most of his teeth had fallen out. From the incomplete appearance, it could be seen that he had been beaten.

Da Congming admitted that he was a little moved.

He then asked the thin prisoner in detail about the trial.

After registration, there is one day of preparation for the trial, which usually lasts for a week, with the final winner being decided on the last day of the week.

The entire trial will be broadcast live on electronic screens, and their heroic deeds will be seen by every prisoner.

These all sound like good things, and it's a great opportunity for them to make a name for themselves in prison.

But soon, Da Congming discovered something unusual.

Before them was an opportunity to become a hero, which could bring them many benefits. Even if they failed in the trial, they could at least have a period of peace. However, only a few people signed up in the prison area, and everyone who dared to input his name into the instrument was a strong and ruthless character with a face full of flesh.

He also quickly understood that the densely packed names on the electronic screen were actually the total number of registered prisoners on Prison Star. They came from different prison areas and fought for their own interests.

There is definitely something fishy about this trial.

but……

In the end, Dacongming was unable to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

He squeezed his way through the crowd and climbed onto the platform as the prisoners looked on in amazement.

He stood in front of the instrument and hesitated for a moment when faced with the blank nickname on it.

He doesn't have a decent nickname yet. In the Prison Star, names are no longer important, and nicknames are the prisoners' golden signs.

Have it.

He had an idea.

People often say that there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.

And he is a smart man.

But ordinary smart is not enough to describe his wisdom, and he quickly thought of his nickname.

——『Great wisdom』

Looking at the prisoners watching him from the podium and fantasizing about a future in which he would dominate the prison, Da Congming suddenly felt a surge of strength.

——Don't underestimate him, he is a crew member of the space pirate Arctus!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 310 Your Good Buddy

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I am your good friend Owl..."

As soon as Duan Mingyuan approached the studio, he heard an enthusiastic voice.

At this moment, Owl was sitting in the studio, surrounded by a bunch of screens, showing the registration status of each prison area. The number of viewers in the live broadcast room had exceeded one million, and dense barrages filled the entire screen.

The much-anticipated Prison Star Trial, a grand event held every quarter, is one of people’s favorite electronic pickles.

The company's gambling website logged the number of applicants from each prison area into the website in real time. The betting process had already begun. Duan Mingyuan noticed that the nickname of the previous prisoner entered was Da Congming, and he looked like a cannon fodder.

For the audience, the event has already begun.

Now it is the horse selection stage, and the audience in the live broadcast room is discussing the performance of the strong contestants in previous episodes.

No wonder the company attaches so much importance to the trials of Prison Star. Although the original intention of the judge in setting up the trials was to let everyone see the prisoners' struggles with their own eyes, so as to learn a lesson and stay away from crime, this program not only failed to realize its wish after it was broadcast, but also turned into a variety show to bring entertainment to people.

Even after the intervention of Universal Entertainment, its casinos have been vigorously developed.

At every event, there will be people who bet on the right treasure and change their destiny, and of course there will also be people who lose everything and end up on the roof.

The owl with headphones on his head noticed Duan Mingyuan outside the window, winked at him to signal him to wait a moment, then finished his lines calmly and turned the live broadcast screen to the registration status of each prison area.

The spectators were all bidding and placing bets, and they must all be hoping to get a closer look at the mental and physical condition of the horses they were betting on.

"Hello again, Old Duan."

Leaving the studio, Owl came up to him with a smile. Facing Duan Mingyuan's suspicious eyes, he felt that he needed to clarify one thing first, "First of all, I'm not a stalker."

“It’s hard for me not to think so.”

Duan Mingyuan thought back to the first time he met Owl. The other party's aircraft had been following the Ranger all the way. Just a few days after leaving the Mechanical Star, he met the other party again.

Before leaving, Owl interviewed them and found out their next destination.

!: After the Chamber of Commerce and the family withdrew from the Mechanical Planet, the responsibility of escorting the space pirates naturally fell to them.

"Huanyu Company and Peace Dove Newspaper have reached a strategic partnership. The higher-ups sent me here to help me avoid the spotlight."

"A shelter from the limelight?"

"The Untold Story Between Morgan VII and His Steward."

Owl smiled cunningly, "The family is now eager to grind me to ashes. It is said that they have hired a top assassin to kill me. Prison Star is a place that few chambers of commerce can get into."

Naturally, the killer can't get in here.

They would be detected as having committed a crime when trying to pass through the gate and would be given a one-way ticket to prison.

Owl never thought that anonymous messaging was effective. It took the family only one afternoon to find out his real identity. They first threatened and intimidated him to apologize in his real name and write a clarification report, but Owl refused.

He was used to being alone, and the Chamber of Commerce's usual tactics of threatening his family members did not work on him.

Just when he was about to become space junk, OneWorld came knocking on his door.

According to some inside information obtained by Owl, the company has long been in chaos, and there are constant frictions between the other three conglomerates and the Mandala Conglomerate controlled by the Semites.

"You sent me here to disgust the family."

Owl has a very clear understanding of his own position - he is now the troublemaker between the fight between the Semites and the company. Although he can't do anything to change the situation, he can get the family stained with shit.

The live broadcast of Prison Star is aimed at all residents of the universe. He has just officially appeared, telling his family clearly that he is now in the studio of Prison Star. If they have the ability, they can find a way to bypass the guards and sneak into the most strictly guarded prison in the universe.

"You are the special guest they mentioned. How about we meet as old friends and have a drink after the registration is over?"

"No need."

Duan Mingyuan declined politely.

He had already made arrangements after the registration ended.

The evening time should be reserved for September. Little Fox has recently been studying how to make long phone calls. The internal network on the Prison Star can be used for them to make video calls.

Compared to wine and reporters, Duan Mingyuan immediately chose September. Even half a second of hesitation would be disrespectful to the fox demon.

"You're still so unsociable. It's not a bad idea to go out for a drink sometimes."

"Be careful when you go out drinking, especially if the person buying you a drink is a journalist."

This was Jiu Yue's reminder to Duan Mingyuan. She was much more sensitive than herself in the social field. During the Owl interview, she found that the reporter was always thinking about getting Duan Mingyuan drunk and then prying some secrets out of him.

"Ha, what a pity, it seems you have figured it out."

The owl didn't try to argue and admitted it openly.

This is the professional quality of a journalist. Many times, if you want to get some explosive information from the interviewee, you need some means.

"But one more friend means one more way out. When the trial officially begins, there will be a field interview session. At that time, the live broadcast team will leave the studio and go to the prison area where the trial is located, just like those front-line reports."

Owl said meaningfully, "Considering safety issues, special guests are not required to travel with us in principle, but if they strongly request, we can invite them to travel with us."

That's enough for a wise man to say.

If Duan Mingyuan wanted to leave the living area and go to the prison area to meet someone, he would need their help.

"What's the exchange?"

"I also conducted relevant research when I came here. This is my professional habit. I happened to learn that there are two special prisoners in this prison. One was once the most important scientist in the company, and the other one has no identity information and is imprisoned in the deepest part of the prison."

Owl knew that Duan Mingyuan came here from afar not to meet a small-time character like "Da Congming".

"I'm very interested in them. If you happen to meet one of them, or even both of them, I'll be able to get some valuable news material, even if it's just scraps."

Curiosity is with him.

Even if this is about to become the most dangerous place in the entire universe.

Just like the turbulence on the Mechanical Planet.

Owl took a step forward and lowered his voice. "I also received some inside information. You are not the only one who wants to meet that scientist. The Chamber of Commerce is very interested in him and is planning how to get him out of this prison."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 311 The Next Question

As night fell, the registration ceremony in each prison area was nearing its end.

Duan Mingyuan and Owl sat side by side in the studio, facing the camera.

This is the last show. After the show is over, they can go home and end a busy day, but before that, they must perform in front of the audience and leave a good impression.

As a refresher for the registration ceremony, the live broadcast team came up with a question-and-answer program that the audience loved the most. They could ask questions to Duan Mingyuan, and the questions of the lucky audience members would be brought to the studio.

But the owl discovered a problem.

Duan Mingyuan was very frugal with words, or in other words, he had entered into his "business mode" when facing the news media. His longest answer would not exceed one sentence, and the enthusiasm of the barrage of comments cooled down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The atmosphere of question-and-answer interaction is very important. The eloquence and sense of humor of the special guests will directly determine the quality of the program. What's worse is that given Duan Mingyuan's special status, the questions initially selected were all political topics related to the United Front, Chamber of Commerce and companies.

The audience was eager to know Duan Mingyuan's position.

This type of topic is not only very sensitive, but also easy to cause verbal battles.