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Chapter 579 No Exit
“What?” The cigarette Malcolm held dropped onto the floor after he heard the report from his subordinate. Even Hayes, who was
beside him, stood up with a solemn look on his face.
There were around twenty-four thousand prisoners in all of Northern Crimson Prison. Including logistic units, the fifteen thousand
soldiers stationed there were constantly on high alert, ready for battle.
With a troop like that, the place ought to be highly secure. The military hospital would be mobilized if there were a case of food
poisoning of a hundred or two hundred people among the troops stationed at any other normal site.
On the contrary, large-scale food poisoning would never happen in Northern Crimson Prison. Due to the prison’s unique strategic
importance, the food provisions there were screened multiple times. Every step from planting, harvesting, shipping, and storage,
was under strict surveillance.
After all, the prison was a supply terminal for the Mysonna Army. To put it bluntly, Northern Crimson Prison was like a small
township and a logistical hub for the whole Mysonna Army.
For a place like that, even a case of food poisoning would be considered severe, let alone dozens of them.
“Start an investigation!”
Malcolm’s face was as pale as a sheet.
“Find out when these soldiers had their meals! If they’re all from the same batch, gather all others who’re on the same batch as
them! Pause all outdoor activities and lock all the prisoners back into their cells. Whoever retaliates will be executed immediately.
We have to send them all back as soon as possible!”
“Yes, Sir!”
His adjutant turned to leave.
While supporting himself on the table with both hands, Malcolm was sweating profusely from his forehead.
He took out a cigarette but failed consecutively to light it using a lighter.
“F*ck!”

He slammed the lighter down on the table, smashing it into pieces.
Hayes lit the cigarette Malcolm had in his mouth using another lighter.
“Calm down, Malcolm. It might just be a normal case of food poisoning.”
“That’s impossible.” Malcolm took a huge puff of his cigarette as he spoke to Hayes. “Unlike other places, failure in storing or
cooking food properly in Northern Crimson Prison could have legal repercussions, and soldiers can be brought to the military
court. So, the only explanation for when cases of food poisoning do occur is that someone must have purposely poisoned the
food.”
“You mean...” Hayes stared at Malcolm, his eyes wide. “The special forces of Horace from the Eastern Army are behind this?
Impossible...”
Malcolm burnt through half his cigarette in a few puffs.
“D*mn, they moved our supplies yesterday, and my men are poisoned today. Could there be a spy in Northern Crimson Prison if
he isn’t behind this? I had figured since yesterday that it was odd for Horace to come. Why did I allow him passage when
Eastern Army had to cross such a huge distance for operations in Mysonna?”
“But what good would he get by doing that?” Hayes questioned solemnly. “While we might belong to different troops, we’re all
under Asura’s Office. If they were the ones who poisoned the food, it would mean that the Eastern Army had been planning a
coup—”
Hayes had always been the brazen type, so he always said whatever came to mind.
His mention of a coup was just by coincidence, as per his usual self. However, both he and Malcolm were startled as soon as the
word rolled off his tongue.
Malcolm stared at Hayes with wide eyes.
“Tiger, say that again!”
“Hold on... I was joking just now, Malcolm...”
By then, Hayes had realized the graveness of the situation. Including himself, all the Eight Kings of War in Asura’s Office had
charged into war alongside Jonathan, making a bloodied trail through mountains of corpses.

These people were the youngest and most righteous leaders in their respective areas before the emergence of Asura’s Office.
Although they weren’t too acquainted with each other, all of them had forged incredible bonds with Jonathan. Yet, Malcolm
couldn’t help but wonder how long such bonds would last.
“This is impossible... This can’t be...” Hayes mumbled while shaking his head. “Asura’s Office is a brotherhood that we’re all part
of, so he can’t possibly—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Malcolm had retrieved a map of Chanaea from the bookshelf next to him.
“The Eastern Army is stationed at the northeastern border of Chanaea, so the entire northeastern region is their base camp. If
they want to send a small team of their special forces across Chanaea to ambush us, their only option would be to pass through
Moranta next to us. If they did manage to break through the defenses in Northern Crimson Prison by poisoning our troops, not
only will the escape of twenty thousand prisoners on death row cause a huge ruckus, but this attack on the logistical hub will also
cut off the whole Mysonna Army from supplies. By immobilizing the Mysonna Army, pressure from the Ibica Army will force
Asura’s Office to put all of its attention on Mysonna.”
Malcolm listed out a possible list of scenarios on paper using a black marker.
If Mysonna were in trouble, Asura’s Office would definitely send troops from Yalegard Legion, Kingshinton Army, and Zaidham
Army to provide support at Mysonna.
“With this, it means the military configuration in Chanaea will be redistributed! This is an opportunity for Prince of Diyouli from the
Eastern Army to take the northeastern region for himself!”
“This can’t be!”
Despite claims of it being impossible, Hayes was, after all, a military leader. Although Malcolm’s scrawls were hardly discernible
on the paper, he could see that those scenarios were very likely to happen.
“Well... If he were to betray Asura’s Office, the other kings should defeat him by sending their troops at him...”
By that point, Hayes was fixated on the middle of the map.
He was staring at where Yaleview was located.
Wilbur at Yaleview commanded an army of six hundred thousand and had military prowess that was on par with Asura’s Office.

If Asura’s Office were stable and secure, Wilbur would never act recklessly.
However, if Karl, Prince of Diyouli, intended to betray Asura’s Office, Wilbur would definitely occupy Yaleview, given its strategic
location, to stop all forces from marching into the northeastern region.
After all, the situation would be most beneficial to him only if forces within Asura’s Office split up.
“In the worst-case scenario, Karl might already have conspired with Remdik!”
Sweat dripped from Malcolm’s nose as he stared at the black arrows he drew on the map.
“This is a coup planned with the entire political climate of Chanaea in mind! Mr. Goldstein, Asura’s Office, Ibica, Remdik, and
Yaleview... All of us are part of his conspiracy! Even if his plan was discovered by the different factions, we can do nothing but
be led on. Remdik would still work with him, and Wilbur will still stop Asura’s Office from marching their troops to the north. Even
though all of them understood what Karl was up to, they would still help set the stage for their own benefits! No... There’s still
one keystone to the plan!”
Malcolm’s hand was shivering when he stuffed the cigarette he held into his mouth and puffed hard on it, failing to notice even as
a choking burnt smell arose from the filter being burned.
Hayes was also sweating profusely while standing beside him.
“Malcolm, just f*cking spit whatever thoughts you have in mind when we’re in a crisis!”

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