On the other side, Cheyenne and her group followed the directions marked on the map, advancing toward the prison step by step.
They crossed a dense rainforest and a region teeming with snakes and insects, and then a man-made path emerged before them.
The path was fenced on both sides with green wire mesh topped with numerous sharp spikes, seemingly designed to deter those trying to climb over.
After continuing forward for some distance, an imposing building suddenly appeared before them.
“We’ve reached Dragon Serpent Isle Prison.”
From the outside, the prison still retained a bit of the architectural flair of the eighteenth-century Roman era, being constructed from large, sturdy stones.
The towering walls stood high, isolating the inside from the outside into two separate worlds.
Due to its age and exposure to weather, the prison looked worn and old.
Faintly visible on the walls were mottled bloodstains and round holes left by bullets, giving off an atmosphere heavy with the smell of blood and eeriness.
The ground they were walking on turned out to be a graveyard.
Looking around, there were numerous neatly arranged square mounds of earth.
A rough estimate suggested there were at least three hundred such mounds, meaning that at least three hundred bodies were buried here.
“They must have been Vrisa people who opposed Fustroydor’s colonial rule and were captured and detained here, their bodies carelessly buried nearby after death.”
Every nation’s rise is backed by countless bloodshed and sacrifices, and Chulae was no exception.
These people undoubtedly deserved their respect, so they naturally maintained silence as they walked through the middle of the graveyard.
The prison was less than ten meters in front of them, but it had indeed already become a stronghold for villains.
There were guards at the gate and sentry posts on the high walls; if anything was spotted, the guards would sound the alarm immediately.
“It seems that the security here is quite tight. If we rush in now, we might end up like Zhuge Liang.”
At Cheyenne’s comment, Kelvin didn’t catch on right away and asked her what she meant.
The result was undoubtedly him receiving a scoff from Master Iker.
“You don’t even know this? ‘Setting out before victory ends in dying first’; seems like you really don’t get Cheyenne’s dry humor.”
The implication was clear that he understood.
Kelvin glared at him, “Of course I know, I just didn’t think of it at the moment.”
The two glared at each other, their looks fierce.
Cheyenne quickly grabbed Mr. Foley by the ear, fearing that their quarrel might alert the people inside.
“Enough, aren’t you being childish? Keep it down, we don’t want to stir up trouble here.”
“Ouch, honey, let go.”
What mattered more was whether he could preserve some dignity in front of his rival, after all, he was also a family man.
Iker watched the two bickering, but deep inside, he envied Kelvin for being able to be pulled by the ear by her.
If Cheyenne had feelings for him, he’d even welcome her kicking him.
“Cheyenne’s right, it’s not convenient to move during the day. To avoid alarming them prematurely, let’s wait until it gets dark and then find a way to sneak in.”
For now, they could observe the surrounding terrain and look for potential entry points.
As they were about to split up and circle around the prison to scout the area, they suddenly heard the roaring sound of an engine.
“Buzzzzzz-”
A loud noise came from above.
The three looked up and saw a helicopter approaching from a distance, getting closer and closer.
The spinning of the propeller stirred up a strong gale, causing the grass and dust on the ground to swirl in the air.
“Find somewhere to hide,” Master Iker told the two of them.
The next second, Kelvin, holding Cheyenne’s waist, pulls her close and rolls backward with her into a bush.
He quickly grabs a large banana leaf in front of him to shield their bodies.
Although the thorns in the bushes scraped their skin causing bleeding, it wasn’t too painful.
Kelvin uses his body as a shield to protect Cheyenne solidly, but he accidentally scratches his own face.
He had facial reconstruction once before, which took several years to heal.
The downside is that the restored skin cannot be damaged again, or the scars will be permanent.
Yet, in his effort to protect her, a small thorn had accidentally scratched the skin on his left cheek.
About four or five centimeters long, right at the temple, a few small beads of blood oozed out.
Cheyenne couldn’t help but feel guilty seeing this.
“Your face…”
A burning sensation comes from his cheek, and Kelvin’s pupils shiver slightly.
“It’s nothing.”
In reality, he was furious inside. His wife is quite focused on appearances; would she still love him if his face was disfigured?
Just as he was wrestling with this thought, a delicate fragrance suddenly wafted to his nose.
Then, a moist and gentle touch appeared on his face, and as he glanced downwards, he saw Cheyenne kissing him.
His mind wavered, and Kelvin immediately felt his blood boil.
“Are you seducing me?”
“Don’t be silly, saliva can disinfect that’s all.”
Otherwise, she wouldn’t kiss him since he hadn’t washed his face for two days, and she was such a germophobe.
Kelvin laughed belatedly, his handsome face taking on a mischievously charming expression.
“Let’s take advantage while Master Iker isn’t watching, continue a bit longer.”
It was meant to be a serious matter, but after his remark, Cheyenne felt embarrassed to continue licking the wound.
“Cough, cough… The bleeding has stopped.”
She didn’t want to continue, and Kelvin couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.
But thinking that this time she had initiated the kiss, his heart filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Let’s take it slowly, at least she’s willing to take the initiative now.
Unbeknownst to Iker, the two were still capable of expressing love in such circumstances, as he focused entirely on the helicopter.
The helicopter landed on an open area next to the prison, and two men jumped out.
Opening the cargo door, they began moving out large blue plastic barrels, one meter twenty high and at least sixty centimeters wide.
One barrel, two barrels, three barrels… they placed ten such large barrels.
Soon the prison gates opened, and individuals in trucks arrived to meet them.
The carriers, all clad in army green uniforms, were tall, muscular, and notably robust.
Their deep green skin was particularly striking.
They possessed incredible strength.
Barrels that required two grown men to lift were easily hoisted onto their shoulders by just one of them.
“Kelvin, look, don’t these guys look similar to those corpses we saw hanging from the gallows?”
Kelvin glanced at their clothes and nodded in agreement.
“They do indeed.”