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After I Fully Prepared for the Apocalypse, the Ungrateful Cried with Regret novel Chapter 406

Chapter 406: Chapter 406: Who Is Managing

In the short time she spent talking with Theseus York, Nina Jacobs found out a lot about this place.

Among the five teams, Team 1, managed by Harlan, was currently the weakest.

You could freely place bets on every match, and the betting chips were Crystal Cores.

To Nina Jacobs’s surprise, Crystal Cores were a fully accepted currency inside the correctional facility. They could be used to buy any kind of supplies, even cigarettes and hard liquor.

The catch was, a single pack of cigarettes cost 5,000 Crystal Cores.

Correspondingly, however, winning a match could earn a reward of up to 100,000 Crystal Cores.

’So they’re usable and useful, but not actually valuable.’

This was Nina Jacobs’s summary after listening to Theseus York.

"So, do you know what that room suspended over the arena is used for?"

Nina Jacobs asked.

Theseus York had been here for over two months; he should know far more than Tobin.

At the mention of that place, Theseus York’s expression turned strange.

"There’s only one person who would be in there: the leader of our Lornwood Base, Evander Langdon."

"I wasn’t from this base originally. What kind of person is the leader here?"

Nina Jacobs noticed a trace of anger appear on Theseus York’s previously bewildered face.

"He’s the one who created this place. Everyone says he’s murderous and bloodthirsty, and I think he never saw us as human from the very beginning."

’Murderous and bloodthirsty?’

"Then has he ever made an appearance? Like, participating in the matches, or fighting with anyone?"

Nina Jacobs felt that something wasn’t quite right.

"No..."

Theseus York shook his head.

"He must just enjoy that sense of high-and-mighty dominance. He goes there every day, and the more brutal the deaths, the more satisfied he is. Someone once cursed him out, calling him the source of all suffering in this base."

"What you’re saying is a bit contradictory."

Nina Jacobs said.

"How is it contradictory?"

Theseus York’s confused expression gave him an air of simple-mindedness.

"If Evander Langdon loves to watch murder and bloodshed, why does he never get his own hands dirty? If he likes the feeling of dominant control, why does he just stay in that room all day? He can’t dominate anyone from inside there, can he?"

Nina Jacobs asked.

There was an even more important contradiction.

Jared Crawford’s work logs showed that the letter "L" was marked next to almost every fighting match.

This confirmed what Theseus York had said about him being here every day.

A base has a ton of administrative work, yet Evander Langdon spent all day in here.

’So who is running the base?’

Nina Jacobs’s words seemed to have thoroughly confused Theseus York.

But he couldn’t come up with a rebuttal.

Because Evander Langdon had indeed never killed anyone in public, nor had he even handed out simple punishments.

He himself had only seen the man walk into that room from a distance a few times.

"Anyway, thanks for telling me all this. Oh, right. If you’re betting Crystal Cores tomorrow, you can bet on us."

Nina Jacobs glanced at Theseus York, whose face was still bruised and swollen, and took out her Blood Stopping Spray, letting him use it a couple of times.

"Thanks."

Theseus York watched the two of them walk into the private room.

After a long moment, it finally dawned on him—

’Wait, wasn’t she the one who beat up my face?’

The first night in the correctional facility was much better than Nina Jacobs had imagined.

She had now deployed three of her rats, sending them to different locations according to a rough map she had sketched out.

One of the rats was constantly searching for a path leading downward.

With her Five Senses Enhancement, she could now hear everything going on inside the entire correctional facility.

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