LXXX. Long-term Strategy

That day lingered in Liszt's mind like a never-ending nightmare, each scene vividly imprinted in his memory.

He and a few classmates had been holding strong corrosive agents.

They had opened every gate of the big prison for prisoners with heinous crimes.

Now recalling, those gates were harder than steel, forged with secret energy materials, and were difficult to force open without keys.

It was just that the acid was too potent.

Liszt had released quite a few people.

Although there was a language barrier, Liszt still recognized some brothers, naturally gifted with the talent for the underworld—the kind of rapport that comes with a pat on the shoulder and a few punches on the chest, a sign of loyalty.

These big brothers knew they had to release the fierce convicts hidden in the depths of the prison and headed straight to the very back of the facility.

That eventually led to a massive riot, utter chaos, with more than half of the still-alive inmates escaping.