The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!-Chapter 122: Farewell Celebration!

The outer perimeter of Jiangnan Prison had always been the most disciplined section of the facility. Patrol routes were fixed, rotations were strict, and every movement was recorded. Even the smallest irregularity would normally be noticed.

But tonight, the system itself had been quietly hollowed out from within.

One by one, the guards stationed along the perimeter received the same order through their communicators—gather immediately at the central ground. The command carried Zhou Kang’s authority, leaving no room for refusal.

Naturally, they all moved.

Still, as groups of guards walked toward the open ground—the same area where prisoners were allowed to stretch their legs during the day—low conversations began to spread among them.

"What’s going on?" one asked, adjusting the strap of his rifle.

"No idea. I also feel strange. Middle of the night and suddenly a gathering?" another replied, frowning slightly.

"Do you know the reason?"

"Chief didn’t mention anything earlier..."

Some of the older guards exchanged brief glances but remained silent. They had heard enough over the past few days to guess that Zhou Kang was involved in something beyond routine operations. Something that likely involved outside interests.

But no one spoke openly.

Whatever Zhou Kang was doing, it didn’t concern them—as long as they followed orders and received their share of benefits.

He might not have been the most competent chief, but he knew how to keep his subordinates satisfied.

And for many, that was enough.

Within minutes, dozens of guards had gathered at the open ground. Some stood in loose formations, others checked their weapons out of habit, and a few waited with growing impatience.

But Zhou Kang did not appear.

The murmurs grew louder.

"Where is he?"

"He called us here himself..."

"This feels off."

Just as the unease began to take shape, the patrol lights snapped on without warning.

A harsh white glare flooded the entire ground.

Several guards instinctively raised their hands, shielding their eyes.

"What the hell—?"

"Which idiot turned on the lights?!"

"Turn it off!"

The sudden brightness disrupted their vision and scattered their focus. For a brief moment, their formation loosened due to irritation.

And at that exact moment, the light shifted upward.

A figure appeared atop the high prison wall.

Standing there calmly, looking down at them.

In his hands, he held an assault rifle.

The murmurs started instantly.

"A prisoner...?"

"Who let him out?!"

"Wait—look at that!"

"He’s armed!"

The confusion turned into alarm. Their weapons were raised almost instinctively, safeties disengaged as multiple rifles were aimed at the lone figure above.

Ye Chen stood there, his expression relaxed, almost amused by their reaction.

"Hello, everyone," he greeted.

However, no one responded.

Their attention had already shifted to the threat assessment of this armed target in front of them.

"Prisoner!" one of the guards barked sharply. "Drop the weapon immediately and put your hands behind your head!"

More guards joined in, forming a tighter aim, fingers ready on triggers.

No one understood how he got out.

No one understood how he got a gun.

But that didn’t matter right now.

He was dangerous. So he needed to be subdued. That’s what is most important.

Ye Chen looked at them for a moment, then sighed softly, as if disappointed.

"You guys are so rude."

His tone was casual, almost light. Completely unafraid of the guns aimed at him.

"You know, I went through quite some effort to gather all of you here."

The guards frowned.

"Gather us?" one of them repeated, his gaze sharpening. "You made Chief call us?"

Another stepped forward slightly. "Where is Chief Zhou?"

Ye Chen tilted his head.

"In his office," he replied without hesitation.

That answer only deepened the tension.

"Prisoner," a guard said firmly, raising his weapon higher. "This is your final warning. Drop the gun, or we will shoot."

Ye Chen didn’t move.

Instead, a faint smile formed on his lips.

"Oh, don’t be so tense," he said. "I only invited you here to celebrate."

"Celebrate?"

The word sounded absurd in the situation.

Ye Chen’s smile widened slightly.

"A farewell celebration."

The air seemed to tighten.

A few of the more experienced guards felt something was wrong. Deeply wrong. One of them was just about to give the order—

"Fire—!"

A gunshot cut him off.

Then another.

Then a storm of gunfire erupted from all directions.

The guards in the open were hit before they could even react. Bodies jerked violently as bullets tore through them. Screams broke out as their formation collapsed instantly.

"What—?!"

The man who had been about to give the order snapped his head around, his expression turning grim.

On the rooftops and the windows of the surrounding buildings. Every vantage point overlooking the ground had been taken over.

Armed prisoners stood everywhere.

Dozens—no, at least over a hundred.

"Find cover! Return fire!" he shouted. "It’s a mass jailbreak—!"

A bullet pierced straight through his chest before he could finish.

His body jerked backwards and collapsed onto the ground.

The one who shot him was Ye Chen.

Standing above, rifle steady in his hands.

He grinned faintly.

"Do we need you to spell that out?" he muttered. "Everyone here understands that, idiot."

He raised the gun again and fired several controlled bursts at guards trying to dive for cover.

"Don’t leave any of them alive," he said calmly. "And remember—we don’t take surrender."

The difference in positioning made the outcome inevitable.

The guards were exposed in the open ground, caught unprepared and disoriented.

The prisoners, on the other hand, were already in position, armed, and had enough cover.

What followed was not a battle.

It was a complete massacre.

A few prisoners did die, either from their recklessness or sheer bad luck, but the majority remained unharmed.

The guards, however, were shot down one after another.

Gunfire echoed continuously, mixing with screams and the dull sounds of bodies hitting the ground. Blood spread across the concrete, staining the white glare of the patrol lights.

Above it all, Ye Chen watched this massacre led by him. A fierce grin spread across his face.