The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

The activity area, located outdoors and enclosed by a double-layered wired fence, covered about fifteen thousand square meters, roughly the size of a four hundred-meter track field with various sections, including basketball hoops, table tennis tables, and badminton courts.

Under the boundless clear sky, the sun quietly scorched the earth as the inmates dispersed across the field, some exercising, others deep in thought, or forming alliances to mark their territories.

”What kind of people are the Class C inmates?” Jiang Shu looked at the robust men in the distance, noticeably different from the Class B inmates.

With fierce complexions, gathered in groups of three to five, whereas Class B inmates mostly wandered the area alone or in pairs— the two groups were distinctly separate.

”Some gang members, or major criminals involved in cases like robbery, arson, bombings,” Clo replied lazily, propping his head with his hand and squinting.

”What’s the difference from Class B?” Jiang Shu puzzled.

”They are all fools,” Clo replied bluntly.

”But...” Jiang Shu observed the muscle mass of the Class BC inmates. ”These Class C inmates look tough, won’t they cause trouble?”

Jiang Shu hadn’t expected, initially thinking he’d face various injustices in prison and, using his Paper Card Technique, would subdue them one by one to forge a glorious ’reign’...