In Nihon, within the confines of a high-end presidential suite.

The Prime Minister's only son, Honda Kojiro, was pressed against a Nihonese woman, sacrificing effort in his intimate endeavors, utterly oblivious to the shadowy figure that passed behind him.

"Ah ah ah..."

The woman on the bed suddenly screamed loudly, for she saw a dagger, black as ink, hanging over Kojiro's neck.

"Call your father, let him release the man in the international prison. If you utter a word of refusal..."

The assassin, dressed in black and speaking fluent Nihonese, brandished his poisoned dagger towards Kojiro's neck and added:

"Die!"

...

One day in the northern Pacific Ocean, in a mysterious sea area that even military maps fail to mark, a thunderous roar resounded.

The tranquil surface of the sea suddenly burst into bubbles, and a colossal shadow emerged from the seabed, as if a world-ending beast was about to rise from the sea.

"Splashing..."

A huge fortress made of super alloy slowly rose from the seabed, the massive movement startling a flock of seabirds into flight.

This underwater stronghold, known as Divine Prison, also known as International Death Row Prison, is an ultimate death cage funded by various nations around the world to imprison heavy international criminals.

"Whizzing..."

Four armed helicopters circled in the sky, then gradually descended onto the fortress helipad.

A middle-aged man dressed in the uniform of the Dragon Country, with an imposing countenance that appeared stern and authoritative, disembarked from an airplane. Under the tight watch of four black soldiers armed with submachine guns, he made his way into the fortress. He then managed to pass through several stringent security checkpoints before finally descending to the bottom level of the fortress via an internal elevator.

Being confined to the deepest parts of the fortress did not necessarily imply that these prisoners had committed the most heinous of crimes, but it was due to the fact that these prisoners were considered the most dangerous individuals.

Under the personal escort of the Warden of the Divine Prison, after waiting for all ten reinforced alloy gates to be unlocked, the man in military uniform finally entered into a dimly lit corridor. On either side were rows of alloy gates behind which distorted, eerie noises seeped out, chilling to the bone.

Finally, at the end of the corridor, the military-clad middle-aged man stopped. The Warden began the process of authorizing entry, pressing his fingerprint and verifying his iris at the device adjacent to the door.

With a hiss, the 8-ton security gate released a puff of white steam. Slowly, the prison cell door opened revealing three men to the military man.

"Dou Di Zhu!"

Play Landlord!

"No Doubling!"

"No Doubling!"

Two young men, along with a sleazy-looking elderly man, were leisurely engaged in playing the Chinese card game "Dou Di Zhu."

"Well, if it isn't old George, here to join us in a game of Landlord? I'm afraid you're late, the old chap from next door already dropped by, our table is full!" Among them, a handsome man with fair skin from the Huaxia Country was lounging on the floor, cheerfully addressing the Warden.

"Hehe," another man, a black man, turned his head towards the Warden and flashed a grin, his teeth gleaming white.

The corner of the military officer’s mouth twitched helplessly. 'Isn’t this supposed to be Divine Prison? How are the inmates able to casually visit each other? Are all these alloy gates just for show? Furthermore, these three are actually playing cards comfortably inside. Do the lives of international heavy felons really allow for such leisure?'

The military-clad middle-aged man felt his worldview had been severely insulted. However, pretty soon, he started to question everything in life altogether.

He caught sight of the Warden rubbing his hands together, his face curved into a pleasant smile as he bent slightly to address one of the inmates, "Ye Chen, I came here today to bring you some good news!"

"Oh! What's the good news? Let's hear it."

"The Eastern Yoshi squad has already dropped the lawsuit against you, which means, you've been exonerated, you can leave the prison now!" the warden said with a forced smile.

"Leave here?" Ye Chen was stunned.

"Correct!" The middle-aged man in military uniform nodded and said: "I'm Fang Weiguo, the commander of the South China Military Region. I've received orders from above. I'm here specifically to get you out. Pack your belongings and come with me!"

"I won't leave!" Ye Chen replied.

"Uh, you won't leave... what! You won't leave?" Fang Weiguo was taken aback, asking loudly: "What do you mean? You don't want to leave? You want to stay in this prison?"

Ye Chen nonchalantly nodded his head and said: "Yes! It's pretty good here, with food and lodging provided. When I'm bored, I can even peek at foreign female guards taking a bath. Why would I want to leave?"

"You...you..." Fang Weiguo was left speechless by Ye Chen's absurd reasoning.

The next moment, an uncanny thing happened.

The warden pulled a pistol from the belt of a guard and aimed it... at his own head, uttering in distress:

"Ye Chen, I beg you, please leave! Please spare the 1,500 guards in our Divine Prison. If you don't leave, I'll take my own life right in front of you!"

"Old George, what are you doing?"

Ye Chen looked worried, and before Fang Weiguo knew what was happening, the warden's pistol was already in Ye Chen's hand.

"Come on, trying to commit suicide in front of me, Old George, you're too optimistic. You still owe me three million dollars from our poker game!" Ye Chen casually tossed the pistol and said with a grin.

"I... I can't live anymore! You're bullying me! I can't live anymore..."

In the eyes of countless politicians, the warden of the divine prison, who is known as the Pluto, George, and Nathan, was just like a child at this moment, sitting on the ground crying out loud after having his pistol taken away.

Fang Weiguo seemed to feel that his worldview had been mercilessly shattered.

"Young man, it's time! Get out!" Suddenly, a sleazy-looking old man inside the prison began to speak.

"The eagle spreads its wings, the dragon enters the sea! Phoenix bathes in fire... the wild chicken lays an egg! I have nothing left to teach you. Go on! Leave this place and forge your own future!" The sleazy old man spoke with world-weary tones, encapsulating an essence almost akin to that of a sage.

"Old fart, your words sound so pleasant. You're merely trying to chase me away so you can flirt with the foreign female soldiers!" Ye Chen said, his face impassive.

"Cough cough... Do you think I am that kind of person?" The sleazy old man's face turned red, and he coughed before saying, "Flirting is beneath me. A truly charming man attracts beautiful women who swarm him! It seems your ideological awareness still needs improvement!"

"Hmph!" Ye Chen shook his head helplessly, then unusual seriousness appeared on his face. "Elder, am I really leaving?"

"Go! When you have time, bring me some Dongwo specials, you know what I mean!" The sleazy old man raised his eyebrow.

"You have such low standards! No problem! Not just Dongwo specialities, come back someday, and I will bring you a couple of female translators!" Turning his back to the old man, Ye Chen wiped the corner of his eye with his hand.

"That... lad, can you bring a few more?" The old man scratched his head shyly.

"Scram!" Ye Chen kicked the old man away.

Subsequently, under grateful gazes from Elder George, Ye Chen went to the helipad with Fang Weiguo.

"Let's go! Never come back again, I beg you!"

Amidst old George's heartfelt farewell, Ye Chen boarded the military helicopter, flying towards Dragon Nation thousands of miles away.

Inside the helicopter.

Fang Weiguo looked through the window, watching from the fortress' helipad. Old George and a group of soldiers were holding champagne, celebrating wildly as if they had encountered some incredibly joyful event.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The huge cannons mounted on the fortress were directly firing missiles into the sky as a celebratory display.

Watching the festive drumming below, missiles launching in synchrony, it was nearly as if the God's Prison was adorned with waving red flags. Fang Weiguo couldn't help but turn curiously to Ye Chen, asking:

"What exactly did you do to them in God's Prison? Your departure seems to have nearly driven them crazy with joy!"

"Actually, it's nothing much." Ye Chen looked out at the sea through the window, seemingly lost in thought, and spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"Just ruthlessly treating the male wardens inside daily, and stealing the foreign female soldiers' underwear when I have free time."

The helicopter in mid-air lurched suddenly, almost plunging into the sea.