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"Marlo Jones?" The officer tilted the edge of his hat downwards, hiding an unprecedented light in his eyes. 

Jones... 

This guy is one of the deadliest inmates Prizona had ever had. Naturally, his confine was one of the most secure and guarded places in all of West Prizona. 

Since his arrival years ago, he has never gotten a single visitor, despite his real name being up. Perhaps because in his Pirate world, many only knew him as THE BAKER!

Even his subordinates had no clue what he looked like underneath his masks. But now, they would. 

The fact they came for him, shows the private world now knows of his location. 

The guard doing the paperwork did not fret, as he continuously filled in the information.

"IDs please." The source of this content is Noᴠelꜰire

All 6 burly visitors complied, showing handing their Baymardian visitor IDs. 

One of the guards on the other side scanned them, as the brief Q&A continued.

"Relationship to the prisoner?"

"Acquaintance."

"Acquaintance."

"Distant relative"

"Acquaintance."

"Distant relative."

"Acquaintance."

"Type of visit: Conjugal or non-conjugal?"

Typical Conjugal visits given to inmates is typically 2~72 hours, depending on the prisoner's danger class and behavior during their stay here.

In the less dangerous zones where prisoners had shorter sentences for scamming, thievery without murder, and other crimes, they did provide condoms and private rooms for conjugal visits.

Inmates were allowed conjugal visits once a month or once in 6 months, all depending on their case.

Of course, looking at the 6 burly men, the chances of them coming for a conjugal visit with Marlo Jones is zero to none.

Still, one could never tell. Perhaps they were into this sort of thing. After all, it was normal in this era to find orgies everywhere, with groups of men and women going at it as they liked. 

Half of today's population of men had slept with other men, especially when traveling for days out in the seas together, or even heading out to war for months. 

The guard admitted that even if they did come for a conjugal visit, people in Marlo Jones's danger class had no such perks!

It wasn't that the prison was restricting and denying him of his human rights, but that they did so for the safety of all visitors!

Believe them, Marlo was a dangerous man!

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Bam!

The guard, clad in a black uniform, smashed the stamp into the paper, revealing a red vibrant seal.

"Approved. From the moment you reach his cell, you only have 5 minutes. No more, no less."

5 minutes? 

All 6 men frowned, feeling it was different from the information they scouted. 

Shouldn't it be more? Why do some people come out saying they spent 10~30 minutes with their loved ones, while they were only given 5?

They weren't angered by the guard's words, but more focused on why the situation was different. 

As people who collected information for Morgany, they had to know every little detail and reasoning behind the enemy's actions before sending word out. 

The outside world didn't know of the prison's danger class division, only knowing that things like good behavior and other little factors, could help inmates get more perks in prison.

So was that it?... Could it be Marlo had not been on good behavior so he had restricted visitation rights? 

"Sergeant Rowen will take you to him." Suddenly, the guard began sternly. "Gentlemen... I believe you've all been proven during your previous security check into the building. Any funny business and I promise you might just find yourself living next to Marlo. Understood?"

All 6 men nodded heavily, though they showed a trace of arrogance, as though they didn't believe they would get caught if they chose such a route.

A bunch of fools!

The lead guard inwardly scuffed, waving his hand for Rowen to take them away. Some people never learn. 

"This way, please."

All 6 men followed nonchalantly while observing the route used. 

What a complicated maze design. 

Guards, armed and vigilant, stop at strategic positions across the hallway. They had to admit that even though they were fearless Morgs, these guards gave them a sense of oppression. 

After taking several bands, they reached a far-end corner, with the thickest metal doors they had ever seen!

No! 

There were red alarm lights alongside the walls around the enormous door.

Already, all 6 men were breaking a sweat, their minds struggling to comprehend how in heaven's name they would be able to pass in and out without making noise if they were to rescue Marlo.

Amid their worry, Rowen lifted the card around his neck. It was his Officer badge/ID... Only certain ranked officers could pass this entry point.

Ding!

The lights around the door turned green. 

[ACCESS GRANTED by Officer Rowen.] A mechanical voice echoed, causing all 6 men to have darker faces. 

Things were getting harder and harder. 

Click!~

Another sound echoed from the side, revealing a keypad with its thick cover now opened. 

 [Please punch in the Code.]

Rowen nodded, not caring if the guests saw the code or not. 

It just so happens that today was the day the codes would get changed again.

Every 2 weeks, the code changes, at 4 PM on the assigned day. This change was done for difficult prison zones like Marlos. 

Some zones only get code changes every 6 months, while some once a month. But for Marlo's zone, it was bi-weekly. 

All guards with access to this zone must master the entry codes regularly. 

Rowen shrugged. In another few hours, the codes will change. 

Still, though he didn't care about their little sneaky actions, he dared not relax his vigilance.

[Code Verified. Opening Doors now]

DRRRRM~

The thick, massive gate-like metal door, suddenly opened with a smooth but loud noise, purposefully made to alert Rowen's group to wait until the door fully opens. Behind the doors were metal bars that slid into the walls. But that wasn't all the 6 men could see. 

"This way."

Rowen's voice bellowed as he led the group into a room with faint white lights scattered around the walls.

You best believe if something should go wrong, these blue lights would cast heavy red lights across the massive room.

All 6 suddenly felt their chest grow tight, seeing how much security was enforced to keep people like Marlo. 

At this right, their initial exact plan for tonight will not be able to hold, right?