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The warden considered this matter seriously. In his opinion, Wang Yun would not benefit himself at all if he told Zhong Zhen about the dirty dealings the intelligence director was involved in. So the behavior was a little odd.

Could Wang Yun be thinking of having Zhong Zhen get him out of prison? But Zhong Zhen definitely couldn't do so.

The warden fell deep into thought.

So was Wang Yun doing this to benefit himself? No, he was just trying to make things difficult for the Great Hoodwinker, that was all.

That night, Wang Yun carried his meal tray with his face all bruised and swollen. There was a long line in the chow hall, but when he arrived, he just pushed everyone aside with a blast of air, leaving them so scared they could only keep quiet. Only the three prisoners who were supernatural beings looked on coldly as they ate in silence.