Eternal Life: I Rely on Fortune Points for Improvement-Chapter 298 - 180: Dangerous Criminals

Vice Commander of Zhenbei Prison.

This position was appointed by the Emperor himself, and now that his reputation had already spread throughout the prison, for Jiang Feng, there was no way to avoid it.

Inside the office.

Everyone’s attitude was different from before— even Chief Wang, Chief Feng, Chief Ma, these people who’d always been Jiang Feng’s regular companions, all became extra cautious, afraid they’d say the wrong thing and end up on Jiang Feng’s bad side.

After all, the position of Vice Commander was equivalent to the third-in-command in Zhenbei Prison.

He was the direct superior of the Captains and Supervisors under him.

Moreover, Zhenbei Prison currently had no Grand Commander.

Ever since Li Zhang and Lin Yuanfu had died, those two positions had remained vacant, so now that Jiang Feng had become Vice Commander, it was no exaggeration to call him the prison’s number two.

"Lord Commander, we’re here to give our work report."

"How could we let Lord Commander keep using such an ordinary office?"

"Someone— hurry and tidy up Lord Commander’s office."

"Has the courtyard been swept?"

"You few— go with me to Lord Commander’s residence later, help move his things to the Commander’s Mansion."

Jiang Feng’s seat hadn’t even gotten warm—

Officer Zhao, Chief Duan, Officer Yang, the three of them hurriedly came running, followed by a bunch of Captains, all smiles, racking their brains to flatter Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng glanced at everyone’s behavior and felt a headache coming on.

If any of these people made a mistake on the job in the future, he’d be the one to bear the consequences.

So he straightened his face and said, "All of you, return to your posts. Whatever needs to be said, tell me after the shift change."

"Hehe, okay!"

"Lord Commander, I have good wine at home. See you tonight!"

"That’s enough, get back to your posts!"

Officer Zhao and company promptly dispersed the crowd.

Finally, abiding by the rules, they escorted Jiang Feng to the Commander’s Office.

Compared to the Little Prison Chief’s office, Lord Commander’s office was transformed from a single room into a suite, not only with skylights but equipped with all sorts of amenities— quite comfortable and delightful.

Staying here was far more pleasant than returning to Willow Alley to live in a shabby clay courtyard.

And in the prison, the Commander had a private courtyard of his own.

The standard couldn’t quite compare to Han Dong’s courtyard, but it could be considered a "mansion," plus there was the "Commander’s Mansion" outside— an official reward.

Previously, during the assassination of Cao Zhengyang—

Jiang Feng had paid attention to it.

He knew the Commander’s Mansion was a two-section compound, spacious enough for a whole family to live in without feeling crowded.

If Uncle Huo one day brought his child over, Little Huowa could run circles around the courtyard.

"Open the panel."

Jiang Feng dismissed everyone else.

He opened the panel information.

Name: Jiang Feng

Fortune: 558,321

Cultivation Technique: Tai Chi Longevity Skill (Perfection)

Skills: Loulan Slash (Perfection+) Wind Palm (Minor Achievement+) Three-legged Body Technique (Minor Achievement+)

Realm: Innate (Celestial Profound Realm)

Divine Power: Immortality

"Just as I thought, becoming Vice Commander, my Fortune Points hardly changed at all."

Jiang Feng felt this was troublesome.

No increase in Fortune Points meant that being Vice Commander of the prison brought even greater danger. In the days ahead, just getting through each day safely would generate more Fortune Points than before.

But accordingly, the dangers would come one after another.

Maybe the slightest mistake by a subordinate could bring him endless trouble, so this Vice Commander position wasn’t easy to handle.

However, a command from the Emperor— to refuse was to defy an imperial order.

For now, Jiang Feng had no other option.

He could only play it by ear and look for a chance to shed this identity in the future.

Time passed quickly.

Once the shift ended, Jiang Feng left the prison, keenly sensing a crowd gathered at the entrance.

"What a nuisance."

Jiang Feng shook his head and turned back toward the third floor. He decided to live inside the prison for now, not going out for the time being— otherwise, he’d be overwhelmed by endless banquets.

If he rejected them outright, it would make him look inconsiderate, and make his future work difficult. He might as well claim to be buried in official business and leave it at that for now.

After all, Han Dong had always lived in Zhenbei Prison.

As Vice Commander, following suit and staying wasn’t considered odd at all.

"Officer Zhao, Commander Chu asked the brothers to disperse. He said there’s plenty of unfinished business on hand, and he’ll be staying in the prison these days to ask Lord Director of the Prison for guidance on many matters."

A Captain hurried out and said.

"What business could he possibly have just after taking office?"

"Is Commander Chu perhaps avoiding us?"

"Did we do something wrong?"

The ones waiting to treat Jiang Feng to dinner all frowned.

"Don’t let yourselves overthink it, everyone— Commander Chu is just dedicated to his duty. Once he’s finished, I’ll let you know; we can all gather to celebrate for Commander Chu then."

Officer Zhao helped Jiang Feng out of the situation and dispersed everyone at the gate.

"Uncle Huo!"

With that, he walked over to Huo Ya.

"Eh, Lord Zhao, just call me Old Huo."

Uncle Huo’s face was all flustered.

Ever since Jiang Feng got promoted this morning, he’d gained a lot more friends— all the big shots from the prison, people he normally wouldn’t even get to speak to, were coming around now.

He knew it was all because of his relationship with Jiang Feng.

"You’re a whole generation older than me; calling you Uncle is only right. I heard you and Commander Chu both live in Willow Alley. Come, show me the way — let’s have a drink tonight."

Officer Zhao threw his arm around Uncle Huo’s shoulders.

"Old Zhao, you’re going drinking with Uncle Huo? How can you not invite me? Old Huo, I’ll come drink at your place, you don’t mind, right?"

Chief Duan, hearing the voices, hurried over to ask.

"What a coincidence, I ordered three roast chickens— couldn’t finish them alone. Let’s eat together. Uncle Huo, what do you think?"

Officer Yang rushed over just in time.

"What have I done to deserve the honor of having three lords drink with me? If you’re willing to come to my humble home, that’s my great fortune— please, sirs!"

Uncle Huo was both flattered and flustered.

But these words were forced out with no way out.

After all his time around Jiang Feng, he knew in his heart— for nobodies like him, mingling with bigwigs was a risky thing; sometimes a single remark could bring disaster.

But with three supervisors fighting to drink at his place, Uncle Huo had no choice but to tough it out and invite them inside.

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.

During these ten days, Jiang Feng stayed in Zhenbei Prison, barely ever leaving.

The first four or five days, there were always people waiting for him outside the prison gate.

Even at the Commander’s Mansion gate, there would be people keeping watch.

Mostly colleagues from the Four Great Prisons, or local dignitaries from the city; some truly wanted to connect and build relationships.

Some were simply curious what Jiang Feng was capable of.

Others just wanted to see what kind of man Jiang Feng was.

But as Jiang Feng continued not to show up, people gradually had no way in.

Even Officer Zhao and the others, though working in the same prison, found that whenever they tried to invite Jiang Feng, he blocked them with a simple, "We don’t talk about outside matters during work hours."

In time, people realized Jiang Feng, like Han Dong, disdained socializing; he was a solitary man who treated Zhenbei Prison like his home.

With that sort, so long as you didn’t provoke him, he wouldn’t cause you trouble either, so everyone eventually lost interest in Jiang Feng.

Soon enough—

Another month passed.

Jiang Feng checked his Fortune Points.

Fortune: 562,311

Since becoming Vice Commander, Fortune grew by over a hundred points a day.

After more than a month,

Jiang Feng had been diligent and cautious, personally patrolling the inside and outside of all three layers, making sure none of his subordinates stirred up trouble for him.

The atmosphere inside the prison was noticeably renewed.

Everyone was no longer as lazy as before.

People handled matters more seriously.

Incidents of casually beating prisoners had become rare.

But when it came to bribery and secret dealings, Jiang Feng couldn’t root it out— nor did he intend to chase it down; he was clear that where there’s light, there must be darkness.

In a place like Zhenbei Prison, if there was no darkness, no one could survive.

All he could do was make the shady things less visible, and if anything came to light, he’d stamp it out immediately to keep it from blowing up.

"Clang!"

At that moment, officials from Dali Temple arrived at the prison gate with three prisoner carts.

Each cart held dangerous criminals inside.

Jiang Feng, together with Officer Zhao and the other two, waited at the gate.