Chapter 254: The Sect Leader Wakes Up Grumpy Every Day (2)

She turned her head calmly and retorted, “No.”

The woman in white prison clothes, with a displeased look, fiercely said to Shen Mubai, “I clearly heard those adults call you Su Cuihua. Do you really think we are all deaf?”

Shen Mubai felt a wave of sadness in her heart.

The woman pointed at the other six people in the cell and said, “Listen up, none of us here are easy to deal with. You better show some respect and obedience, or you’ll regret it!” With that, she sneered, “Don’t take our words lightly. Even though I can’t leave this prison, I can still deal with you when necessary.”

Shen Mubai nodded absentmindedly, her mind elsewhere.

In the eyes of that woman, she thought Shen Mubai was afraid and returned to her original position satisfied.

The cell wasn’t large, nor was it small, with a total of eight people living inside, making it somewhat crowded. The floor was covered with straw, making it look rather crude.

Every decent spot in the cell was taken. Each woman appeared strong, especially one tall and sturdy woman, almost resembling a bear.

When Shen Mubai entered, this woman maintained a cold expression, sitting motionless as if indifferent to everything around her.

The other female prisoners seemed wary of her, keeping their distance and whispering among themselves.

Shen Mubai felt a sense of despair. In her previous world, even though she had turned into a cat, at least she had food and drink, but in this world, there was nothing. Not only did she have to eat prison food, but she also had to bear the name Su Cuihua.

“I haven’t seen that person eat for three days. Is he still human?” The female prisoners whispered among themselves, their voices not well controlled, so Shen Mubai, crouching in the corner, could hear clearly.

“Yesterday, I accidentally overheard two guards secretly discussing him. They said he’s a cult leader, a ruthless demon who kills without blinking an eye. He abducted many righteous individuals, and now the martial arts sects are trying to take him down. But with the government backing him, things haven’t escalated.”

“I saw him not moving at all. Could he be dead?” One of the female prisoners whispered softly.

At that moment, the strongest woman in the cell stood up. Her skin had a bronze hue, exuding a menacing aura. Her eyes, like bronze bells, gave off an extremely intimidating vibe. “Move aside.”

The female prisoners hesitated for a moment, reluctant but obediently making way for her.

Approaching a wooden barrel, the woman attended to her needs, a faint smell of urine permeating the air. While the others seemed accustomed to it, Shen Mubai couldn’t help but hold her breath.

After adjusting her belt, the woman glanced at Shen Mubai with an indifferent expression, then returned to her spot, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

Shen Mubai couldn’t help but shrink back, feeling intimidated by the woman’s imposing physique, her muscular frame seemingly capable of delivering a fatal blow with a single punch.

Sighing softly, Shen Mubai shifted her gaze to the cell diagonally opposite.

A large iron chain securely bound a man in black clothes to a rack. His limbs were restrained, his head slightly bowed, motionless, and his features obscured.