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Chapter 831 - 831 45 King's Game 5 Utterly Insane Mass Release 126k Words for Monthly Votes!_6

831: Chapter 45 King’s Game 5 (Utterly Insane, Mass Release 12.6k Words for Monthly Votes!)_6 831: Chapter 45 King’s Game 5 (Utterly Insane, Mass Release 12.6k Words for Monthly Votes!)_6 “Damn, does this country still have a future?”

“No, even if it does, it has nothing to do with us.

We’re just pathetic prisoners.”

Hopelessly stalled, it hits hard, buddy.

The last one probably worked in stand-up comedy before coming here; he talks too much, silencing all the jail folks around with just his chatter.

Terrifying indeed!

Elephants don’t care about the death of an ant, let alone the cries of an ant.

Sheriff Gru stands atop the prison tower, looking down at the densely packed prisoners, listening to the Prison Warden’s report.

“We’ve gathered over two hundred people, all meeting your requirements.

Would you like to come down and see?”

“Of course, don’t worry about safety.

These guys are cowards, most of them can do nothing more than bend over in here.”

Sheriff Gru frowns; he doesn’t really want to stand among these scumbags.

Seeing his effort at flattering hit the wrong note, the Prison Warden instantly breaks into a cold sweat and hastily explains.

“I also prepared some specialties for you, Mr.

Gru, regardless of your position, I always hold great admiration for you.”

The Black Police glances sideways at the Prison Warden.

Just that look makes the Prison Warden’s legs go weak.

First, his flattery was off the mark, then it was completely misplaced; he felt like he saw his own end in Gru’s indifferent gaze—perhaps even today.

Although Gru hadn’t said a single word, his longtime buddies guessed what their boss meant.

Instantly, they surrounded the Prison Warden.

“First, don’t act like I’m scary, I’m not; I just came here today to ask for a little favor.”

“Second, a small favor, you get it?”

The difference between people is always evident in the details, like Niusen also prefers structured speech, like to Geweil.

But Niusen’s structuring clarifies things, while Gru’s is purely showy, each line more pretentious than the last.

That’s how insecure people are.

But from Sheriff Gru’s perspective, the caliber of the people around him isn’t high, so these showy words actually get more acceptance among his subordinates, it’s all relative.

High-caliber people have high-caliber methods, low-caliber ones have their ways.

“I understand, I understand, I’ll comply with any request you have!”

The nearly crying Prison Warden was about to kneel to Gru.

He’s not an ignoramus; he’s a policeman, a former officer from San Rodolfo turned Prison Warden.

He sees Gru like an insignificant bug sees the vast sky!

How could he not be afraid?

Gru’s mouth twitches, attempting a smile, but he fails.

With such people…sigh.

“Let’s go down and have a look,” he said.

The prisoners observe Gru, or more accurately, the people Gru brought with him.

“These are not prison guards.”

“No shit, prison guards are all fat, none as fierce as these.”

“Could it be we’ve got an amnesty?”

“It’s not even dark yet, idiots.”

“Am I seeing things, or is the Prison Warden tailing that guy like a dog, no, wagging his tail.”

“It’s Gru, the new Chief of the LAPD, it’s Gru!”

The Black Police looks at a certain prisoner who recognizes him.

With a smile for the one who recognizes him, Gru signals everyone to be quiet.

Once someone recognizes Gru, these cowardly prisoners become as quiet as quails.

“Most of you are economic criminals, and poor ones at that, otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”

“You already know my identity, the former LAPD Chief, yeah, the former, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get you out of here.”

Hearing Gru’s words, the prisoners immediately become restless.

The Black Police is upset, his men choose to fire a warning shot.

“Bang!”

The quails instantly quiet down again.

“I can get all of you out, to leave prison, to live freely, tasty burgers, beautiful girls, all waiting outside.

Do you want to go out?”

The quails look around at each other, nobody dares to speak—cowards!

“Speak!”

“Of course we want out, who likes being in prison?”

“Oh my God, I can finally sleep peacefully.

You are an angel, no, you are Jesus!”

Seeing that the prisoners were cowardly but not stupid, Sheriff Gru slightly nods.

“I’m now the general manager of West State Logistics.

West State Logistics is short-staffed, I’ll arrange for you to be legally deployed to special service staffing companies, working as mid to low-level managers at West State Logistics through a staffing model.

Of course, the officers will watch you.

You only need to work for West State Logistics, and based on your performance, your sentence could be reduced by one to two years each year you serve, and yes, your monthly salary will be a thousand dollars, which is quite high already!”

A thousand dollars a month; even capitalists from Hua Country would envy such a deal!

This is the debt solution offered by that beast, Sheriff Gru!

Well, a beast’s logic surely differs from ordinary people.

Lisa and Director Cheng thought that Gru might start with some proposals suggested by West States top executives like Baiyel to gradually solve problems.

They never imagined Sheriff Gru was adept at leveraging his advantages and excavating his potential resources, throwing them such a simultaneously sweet and stinky big mess.

Sheriff Gru is actually quite pleased with his own plan.

Employing brainy economic criminals for management roles at West State Logistics offers low cost, easy control, and the potential to replace some of the high-cost employees, thereby significantly easing the cash flow issues at West State Logistics.