My Ability Pool is Superior-Chapter 183 - 182: Beginning the Prison Break

It was clear that the Death Fighters in this cell slept very lightly.

A slight noise instantly woke the remaining Death Fighters, including Lv Bai.

As official Death Fighters, they could immediately tell that the large man known as Chewing Bone was indeed dead.

The sudden appearance of a corpse put everyone on high alert, observing the reactions of the others with a scrutinizing gaze.

For a moment, the cell fell into a deathly silence, as if even breaths were slowed down.

Lv Bai’s gaze swept over the remaining three, but their states seemed normal, revealing no clues.

The Collector, who was crouched with his back against the wall, stood for a moment in silence, then went to the communal bed to confirm the condition of the corpse.

"There’s a clear strangulation mark on the jaw, and obvious bleeding and bruising on the right cheek."

Seeing the Collector examining the body, the Fanatic couldn’t help but lean in beside Chewing Bone’s corpse.

"No sign of struggle; seems the assailant acted decisively."

One hand fixed the head as a brace, while the other covered the mouth to prevent noise and exerted force to break the neck.

Those who can become official Death Fighters can generally be considered top-notch killers, so they knew well.

Given the fragility of the human body, if the strike is fast enough, the bracing hand doesn’t need to exert much force.

However, judging by the marks of Chewing Bone’s death, the assailant used considerable force with both hands.

Either the assailant was too nervous, or...

"Perhaps held a significant grudge against Chewing Bone?"

The Fanatic spoke while slowly lifting his gaze to the murderer lying on the communal bed as well.

"What do you mean? Are you suspecting me as the killer?"

The murderer furrowed his brows, deepening the lines around his mouth.

Yet, he didn’t seem too flustered, nor did he say anything that might anger them.

He just moved over to check Chewing Bone’s corpse and quickly found something to argue back: "I’m not a lefty."

However, the Fanatic was not convinced: "Switching hands for exertion wouldn’t be much of a difficulty for us, would it?"

That’s where the trouble lies; everyone here’s a veteran, unlikely to leave behind any evidence pointing to themselves.

Even if there is evidence, it’s hard to tell whether it’s genuine or a misleading clue intentionally left by the killer.

Thus, to find the killer, they’d have to rely more on intuition.

Lv Bai, though, kept quiet the entire time, not partaking in their discussion.

Frankly, he had no intention of distinguishing which one among these Death Fighters was the clone. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Not interested in playing Werewolf with them.

Whether real or clone,

It made no difference to him.

As long as he could gain points, he’d have to take them all down.

The current problem is, they’re in prison, not free to act.

Once morning arrives and the guards discover Chewing Bone dead, that’s when the real trouble begins.

If they were to make a move, it should be after they’ve escaped, right?

In any case, he really didn’t like whoever was behind this affair.

He inadvertently showed a harmless smile, saying, "Whoever acted, shouldn’t we first discuss how to deal with the guards now?"

The Fanatic and Collector exchanged glances; since there’s no point in acting on suspicion, such verbal disputes would only be endless.

Better to think of subsequent actions.

The murderer, being the most suspect, naturally wouldn’t cling to the issue.

The three tacitly moved past Chewing Bone’s death, even though his body hadn’t cooled completely.

"Makes sense."

The Fanatic nodded, adding, "This kind of thing can’t be covered up; we can’t delay, I suggest breaking out violently after dawn."

"I agree."

The murderer traced Chewing Bone’s corpse with fingers of disdain.

Don’t get it wrong, he was merely trying to find something useful from Chewing Bone.

After all, the White Level Ability Pool doesn’t contain supernatural powers, mostly general skills anyone could learn, like driving, or commonly used items.

The Collector pulled out his handheld drill, placing it on the communal bed.

"We don’t even know the yard time, we can’t just go in blind; let’s discuss the plan now..."

...

Just past six o’clock.

Footsteps echoed in the prison corridors, accompanied by the piercing wake-up bell.

Inside the cell, Lv Bai and the others lay on the communal bed, eyes open.

According to the usual routine, after the wake-up bell, the prison typically allows half an hour for inmates to wash up and tidy their quarters.

Then, it’s time to open cell doors, count the inmates, and line them up for breakfast.

That’s the moment Lv Bai and his group were waiting for.

Indeed, their breakout plan was rushed, to the extent they had no knowledge of the prison’s general layout.

The blame lay solely on Chewing Bone’s sudden incident, otherwise, they’d have at least a day to grasp the basic situation.

Lv Bai and others sat up from the communal bed, quietly waiting for the guards to open the door.

They didn’t wait long; the footsteps paused outside, seemingly two guards by the sound.

As the sound of keys being inserted emerged, the Fanatic and the murderer exchanged a glance, standing up.

Swoosh!

The cell door opened, a guard immediately stepping into the cell, while the other stood by the door.

He promptly noticed Chewing Bone, who the Fanatic and others had arranged to look like he was sleeping sideways.

"0068! Still asleep?!"

The guard instantly pulled out a rubber baton from his waist, cursing as he swung to strike Chewing Bone’s back.

During this, he failed to notice the murderer who moved unnoticed behind him.

Meanwhile, the Fanatic, leaning against the wall near the door, spun at the doorway, swiftly covering the mouth of the guard outside, then forcefully dragged him into the cell.

The two acted almost simultaneously, two clear sounds of necks being broken echoed consecutively within the cell.

After swiftly disposing of the two guards, the murderer and the Fanatic continued without pause.

Quickly stripping the guards’ clothing to wear themselves.

No pause in the process, smooth as if they had practised countless times.

Once dressed, the Fanatic led the way out of the cell, glancing left and right, then waved to the guard in the adjacent cell.

"Hey... yes, you, come over and help."

"What’s going on?"

The Fanatic’s demeanor was so assertive that the lean guard, though feeling he seemed unfamiliar, didn’t become suspicious.

The guard approached the cell door, the Collector promptly sprang to ambush.

Teaming with the Fanatic in the corridor, the unsuspecting guard had no chance to resist, taken down and dragged inside the cell instantly.