Superman Termination Manual

The moment Ke Yinzhi's name appeared before him, Ke Mingye's pupils trembled. Although his body still stood as erect and rigid as a stereotypical Supervisor, it was inevitable for him to feel somewhat beside himself.

Then, when he saw that Ke Yinzhi's patient uniform was marked with "C-108", his eyes beneath the brim of his hat bulged almost as big as brass bells, it was as if his damn eyes were about to fall out of his sockets, roll around the corridors of the hospital a ten thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine times to calm down for a while.

Fan Quan's expression also turned a bit solemn, but he didn't have a Supervisor's cap to hide his emotions as Ke Mingye did, so he tried his best to keep his emotions even.

Fan Quan was patient C-109, and he had previously researched that his cellmate in the C-level ward would be C-108, who was also among the first batch of patients brought by the last truck.

But Fan Quan hadn't expected that by the time he entered the ward, patient C-108 had already been swapped. Now standing before him was... a Management Bureau level S executor, Black Judge.

However, that was not important. The key piece of information was that Ke Yinzhi had also just arrived at Bedlam Asylum today.

It was such a coincidence... almost as if it was deliberately waiting for them.

"Has our plan been exposed?" Ke Mingye wondered, "When? No, we've been communicating using the player panel the whole time, how could it have been discovered."

Upon reflection, Ke Mingye felt a bizarre sense of harmony that a lunatic like Ke Yinzhi appeared in Bedlam Asylum. Normally at home, he always thought, "Lock him up! This sort of lunatic needs to be confined!" and prayed daily that some asylum could take Ke Yinzhi in to prevent him from further endangering society.

Times changed, and now Ke Yinzhi really did show up in the asylum, coincidentally just as they arrived to carry out their mission, bumping into them by such a chance.

Ke Mingye found it hard to laugh.

This joke was just too damn hellish...

That said, honestly speaking, considering Black Judge's rank, if the Management Bureau had trapped him in the asylum, they should have at least assigned him an S-level patient identity, confining him in the most guarded S-level ward, pumping him full of genetic suppressants, powerful enough anesthetics to knock out an elephant, every kind of nanomachine in one go, or at least appointed a hero from the Round Table Council to supervise him, thus ensuring his safety.

So, how could Ke Yinzhi possibly be locked in a C-level ward with Ke Mingye and Fan Quan, this sort of riffraff, even so freely reading a book in his cell?

This indicates that Ke Yinzhi entered Bedlam Asylum on a personal mission, perhaps shouldering a task from the Management Bureau, and he volunteered to disguise himself as a C-level offender to blend into the C-level ward for easier mission execution.

Thinking this, Ke Mingye raised his hand and slightly lowered the brim of his black Supervisor cap, allowing his eyes to hide under the tightly pressed black hair.

"Damn it..."

He took a deep breath and thought, "My brother and Fan Quan are going to be in the same ward, spending more than two hours together, then because they're cellmates, when I continue with the plan to show them around the cafeteria, card room, and such places, the two of them will also be closely linked... What if my brother pulls out a brain imaging helmet, then what will happen to Fan Quan?"

"Can Fan Quan possibly escape from the cell when my brother isn't paying attention... No, given my brother's reaction speed, Fan Quan would be dismembered by my brother before using any skill, and brother might even immediately turn him into a human stick, then inject sedatives into his brain."

At this moment, Fan Quan was gazing sideways at Ke Yinzhi in the corner.

Their gazes, through each other's facial masks, briefly met in the darkness.

Neither of them avoided the other's gaze, both were extremely aggressive, like two highly self-aware wild beasts disputing over territory.

"Welcome, my new friend..." Ke Yinzhi, tilting his face upwards, spoke in a slightly hoarse voice with a pure British accent, "I am Anluns, and you are?"

His facial mask bore two scars at the corners of the mouth, resembling a mocking sneer even when not smiling.

"Hello, Gu Zhenning."

Fan Quan returned the greeting in simple English, then sat on his own side of the bed, no longer looking at him.

"A Chinese? Quite rare." Ke Yinzhi asked while flipping through his book.

"Do you have an issue with that?"

"No, just that since we're in the same ward, do you have any mental disorders you'd like to inform me about to facilitate our future interactions?"

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first before asking that?"

"I have obsessive-compulsive disorder, does that count as a mental illness?" Ke Yinzhi looked down at his book, casually throwing in that comment.

"What?" Fan Quan was puzzled.

"What I mean is, I hope you can keep the ward clean, sir," Ke Yinzhi said, "Otherwise, I might not resist chopping you up to feed the pigs..." he paused, his tone suddenly became gentler, "Of course, if you can follow the rules, we can still get along well, don't you think?"

While saying this, he smiled as he looked up from his book, steadily staring at Fan Quan.