Kenny was silent.
His wavering eyes fixated on Shawn's face.
He seemed somewhat disbelieving that Shawn would dare to use him, knowing that he had once attacked him.
He also seemed to be contemplating and weighing, even though he had already made up his mind, he couldn't help but hesitate at the last moment.
He turned his head to glance at the Kenny Party members beside him, then looked back at Shawn.
Facing Shawn, his eyes merely lifted slightly, almost at eye level.
At this moment, not only the Kenny Party members but also Martinez, who had once lived next door to them, were holding their breath, waiting for an answer.
Shawn's instruction to him back then was: Martinez could only leave his cell the moment Kenny was persuaded.
If Kenny still refused to yield to Shawn, then Kenny would not be the only one to suffer.
At that time, he might even be locked back up.
Martinez did not want to be locked back up, so he was even more nervous than Kenny himself at this moment.
This anxious atmosphere was broken only when Kenny's lips moved slightly, and the first word he uttered.
"Hunger."
"I need to eat."
Kenny's drooping eyelids suddenly twitched, and he spoke to Shawn with a solemn expression.
Shawn heard this and suddenly smiled.
He knew Kenny wasn't hungry; he had lost his freedom in the cell, but he wouldn't lack food.
If hunger wasn't real hunger, then what was it?
It was a primal urge, tending towards wildness.
Sometimes beasts hunt not for hunger, but to satisfy needs and desires.
Kenny was indeed of a different species from a sheep; confining him to a cell and providing him with good food and drink was, in fact, his greatest punishment.
It was precisely because of this that Kenny had changed so much in just this past month.
He needed to release his wildness; he needed to be with others who were also beasts.
So perhaps, the dismantling of the Mine was not a bad thing.
At least now, Kenny and Lily could both avoid fundamental conflicts and lead their respective members to live better in the Prison.
Shawn also tossed the key to him.
"Open the cell door and follow me; I want to take you to meet someone."
After speaking, without looking at the smiles of newfound freedom on the Kenny Party's faces, Shawn looked at Martinez, who had secretly let out a sigh of relief.
"You know I have high hopes for you, right?"
"Of course," Martinez quickly replied.
"You can now leave the cell block and move freely; this cell is your temporary room."
"If you go out now, and go from the main gate to outside the Prison, you will see Sean and his army."
"I am exceptionally appointing you as Sean's deputy, to participate in mission execution and daily training."
"What you need to do is what you are good at; don't disappoint me."
"Understood?"
Martinez lowered his head: "Understood!"
"Good, go."
As his voice fell, Martinez turned and left.
Shawn had taken him in at the time because of his execution ability, his unquestioning loyalty to the one in power.
Handing him over to Sean, Sean would make him obedient.
Creak--
The cell door opened at this moment, emitting a miserable wail.
Kenny led the Kenny Party members out of three separate cells.
The Kenny Party followed closely behind Kenny, while Kenny merely glanced at Shawn, then stood silently beside him.
Taking all of this in, Shawn led them out of the Prison.
They arrived outside an office on the first floor of the Administrative Building.
Knock, knock--
The door was opened by a bald man in a gray short-sleeved casual shirt.
"Eastman, did you sleep well last night?"
Shawn stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.
"I haven't slept so soundly in a long time; I always feel very warm here."
Eastman couldn't help but return the smile, his lips curving up, revealing his teeth.
From a geographical perspective, the Stone House and the Prison were not actually far apart.
So Shawn guessed that what Eastman meant by 'very warm' was more of an external manifestation; in reality, surrounded by tall concrete walls, he felt a rare sense of security and peace.
"That's good; these offices are much better than the cells in the Prison."
Shawn was still smiling.
Meeting Shawn's smiling expression, Eastman looked at the people he had brought with him, and suddenly seemed to understand, quickly asking:
"Is there anything I can help with?"
Shawn was waiting for this very question; he stepped aside, revealing Kenny at the front, and introduced:
"These friends need help; I need you to talk to them and resolve some issues for them."
Shawn kept looking at Eastman as he spoke, and Eastman instantly understood the meaning behind Shawn's words.
"In that case, let this gentleman come in first; I am not a split person, I cannot talk to so many people at once."
Eastman led Kenny into the office, and after the door closed, almost no sound could be heard from inside.
After a short while, Kenny walked out of the room.
The Kenny Party surrounded him, chattering.
But Kenny looked at Shawn, his originally calm and composed gaze now appearing somewhat complex.
Actually, Shawn didn't know what Eastman had told him, but professional matters were left to professionals, and Shawn only needed the result.
Shawn nodded slightly at Kenny, and then Eastman came out, and he took another Kenny Party member inside.
The silence outside the door resumed.
Seeing that Kenny had only glanced at him, with no intention of speaking to him, Shawn pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and slowly walked to the steps outside the Administrative Building's main entrance to sit down.
He exhaled deeply, and behind the thin smoke, people moved about; everyone who passed Shawn greeted him proactively.
Shawn responded casually, his gaze fixed on the distance, always feeling an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
"Warden, hello."
"Mm."
"Did you sleep well last night, Shawn?"
"To be precise... I didn't sleep much last night."
"Rick said I needed to see you."
"Wait until I finish what I'm doing..."
Shawn spoke halfway, then suddenly realized.
His pupils instantly contracted, the smoke in front of him dissipated, revealing a refined Caucasian face.
Shawn frowned; the person who appeared before him was somewhat unexpected.
He drew out his words, not bothering to hide his confusion.
"You~~ how are you here?"
The man in front of him wore a simple, clean shirt and suit pants, either faded from repeated washing or originally so pristine.
He wore gold-rimmed glasses and stood somewhat nervously and reservedly before Shawn, trying to lower his posture to speak to the seated Shawn.
"Well, that's a long story."
Milton faced Shawn, looking a bit embarrassed.
It seemed to be because of what the Governor had done, or perhaps because he had failed to send a warning to the Prison back then.
"Everything, everything, started when the Governor decided to gather all Community residents for a full-scale assault on the Prison..."
Milton
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