There is an island in the North Atlantic Ocean.
Whenever a sea vessel sails near the island, the compass on board suddenly fails, and the entire ship seems bewitched, drawn toward the island, causing it to hit the reefs and sink, as if manipulated by the God of Death.
Many sailors are "afraid to look at the island," calling it "Death God Island."
Fifty years ago, a gigantic metal fortress unexpectedly descended upon the deserted island. The fortress was made entirely of super alloy.
The most indestructible cage in the world!
The greatest secret of Death God Island is that the world's most mysterious prison is here!
Underwater!
This prison is built under the sea!
The metal fortress on Hell Island is merely the entrance to the prison!
The prison bears a mighty name: Atlantis.
The entire prison is like a large ten-kilometer-long rectangular box placed directly on the seabed, constructed from rare and advanced special glass.
This prison holds the world's most terrifying criminals—
The top assassin, the top serial killer, the top hacker, the top politician... even terrifying anomalies.
Each is a presence that once made major countries or grand financial groups tremble in fear!
Although it's a prison, its facilities are luxurious, comparable to star-level hotels.
At this moment, in the vast communal dining area, over two hundred criminals are dining.
The usually noisy dining area is eerily silent today.
All the criminals' eyes are fixed with awe and fear on one spot: the center of the dining area.
At a table in the central area, sit two people, an old man and a young man.
The old man, aged past sixty, has curly hair that is already white, a high protruding forehead full of wrinkles, and a long hooked nose that's slightly sagging. His face is frighteningly pale, yet his eyes are surprisingly bright, filled with deep wisdom.
This old man is Adolf, known as "the world's richest priest," who possesses wealth rivaling nations. No one knows what crime landed him here.
Before the old man is the young man, with deep dark circles under his eyes, dull and cloudy eyes, a stubbled chin, messy hair, and yawning non-stop. Despite his weathered appearance, it's clear he is a Huaxia Person, one whom everyone in the prison fears to speak of.
Everyone in the prison has their gaze locked on this Huaxia Person...
Surrounding the dining area are special forces, armed to the teeth with live ammunition, who only show their bloodthirsty but highly alert eyes beneath custom protective suits, holding tightly onto loaded standard weaponry!
Among them, sixteen special guards hold Gatling M134 machine guns, dubbed "Fire God Cannon," with a firing rate of 6000 rounds per minute!
More exaggerated are the nine watchtowers connecting the dining area to the entertainment and accommodation areas, each equipped with one of the world's most cutting-edge weapon systems: the Metal Storm weapon firing system capable of launching sixteen thousand specially made ammunition rounds in one second.
Under such strict defenses, the possibility of jailbreak is zero!
Once, the world's top mercenary king and top assassin teamed up for a breakout, but ultimately not even their intact corpses were left behind.
Therefore, there is no history of anyone ever leaving Atlantis Prison!
But today, all this is about to be broken by one person.
That person is none other than Ye Qingtian, sitting in front of Adolf.
Ye Qingtian does not belong here; he was brought to the prison by a mysterious elder at the age of four, and spent fifteen years living in the prison.
An unparalleled strongman was born in the prison; Ye Qingtian conquered all the strongmen in the prison, becoming the nightmare of these criminals.
Ye Qingtian appeared languid, wearing flip-flops, with one foot on the chair, puffing on a Cuban Havana cigar, smoke swirling around, gently blowing and inhaling smoke rings.
"Mmm, delicious! Truly worthy of being the finest Da Hong Pao from Huaxia Wuyi Mountain!"
Ye Qingtian casually picked up a cup of tea from the table, first took a sniff at the tip of his nose, then sipped at the corner of his lips, moaning in enjoyment.
"Adolf, with the most expensive cigars and the most expensive tea leaves, what exactly do you want?"
"King, you are soon going to be leaving, I just have one request for you." Adolf spoke with reverence, word by word, seriously.
Ye Qingtian took a deep drag on the cigar and asked, "Speak? What's the matter? I won't engage in activities against the code of chivalry or banditry!"
Adolf's eye twitched fiercely, almost losing his balance to fall off.
"King, you are the first one who can walk out of here, I just want you to marry my only daughter once you are outside!" Adolf was extremely sincere.
"Pfft!"
A "pfft" sound was heard as Ye Qingtian sprayed a mouthful of tea water all over Adolf's face.
"Are you sure?"
Ye Qingtian looked helpless; with such a distinguished appearance, how good could your daughter be?
She might be one of those women in her thirties or forties, with a thick waist like a barrel, loose fleshy skin, pouncing on handsome men with a shriek...
The picture was too vivid that Ye Qingtian dared not continue with his imagination.
Adolf hurriedly took the tissue handed over by his subordinate, wiped vigorously, and nodded heavily: "King, I am certain!"
"We'll talk later..." Ye Qingtian scratched his nose.
I wanted to refuse directly, but the man already gave you Cuban cigars and Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao.
"King, you must marry my daughter!" Adolf implored earnestly.
"Is your daughter so desperate to be married off? You might as well give me your fortune that you can't finish spending in several lifetimes. I promise to find a dozen male celebrities for your daughter."
Adolf looked at Ye Qingtian with hopeful eyes: "King, my daughter is very beautiful!"
"I care more about the inside, the soul is the most important! Yes, the soul."
"Bang!"
With a loud noise, a superalloy gate between the two guard towers in the dining area slowly opened, and all the criminals couldn't help but look towards it. Only Ye Qingtian continued to puff on his cigar, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
Tat-tat-tat...
With neat steps, the first to enter were ten special operatives in black protective gear, Kevlar helmets, bulletproof visors... firmly protecting them. They only exposed a pair of eyes, gripping loaded standard weapons, staring fiercely at the "devils" in front of them.
Next, a graceful silhouette entered the scene, with long, straight legs clad in military trousers, displaying perfect lines, her black military boots adding flair!
As the gaze moved up, a black uniform coat reached down to her knees, with eye-catching embellishments on it, exuding a peerless elegance,
She was of Asian descent, with a face combining the beauty of both Eastern and Western women, but that exquisite face was cold as ice, her eyes seemed to radiate icy needles.
Her stunning appearance and proud posture could make any man's blood boil!
No one would ever think that the warden of the world's most mysterious prison would be a woman!
Warden Isabel came slowly to the edge of the dining area with the escort of fifty special soldiers, considered a "safe area".
"Number 250, Ye Qingtian!"
"Here!"
Ye Qingtian replied indifferently.
Isabel stared at him for a long time, then said, "You are free to leave the prison! Immediately, at once!"
The group of criminals almost cheered, each displaying a look of excitement on their faces.
They seemed to be longing for Ye Qingtian to leave at all times...
But Ye Qingtian asked in return, "Why should I leave?"
"Because you don't belong here, leave at once!"
Isabel said coldly, like a millennia-old iceberg.
"Going out is impossible, it's impossible in this life. I can only barely maintain a life by mooching meals here; outside it's lonely being alone, in here everyone is talented, they speak nicely, I really like it here."
Ye Qingtian puffed on his cigarette, lazily blowing smoke rings.
"Pfft!"
The criminals almost spat blood.
"Just kidding you all, I've had enough of this godforsaken place!"
Ye Qingtian stood up slowly.
"King of Atlantis!"
"King of Atlantis!"
...
The more than two hundred criminals all stood up in unison, shouting a title with respect, a title befitting of the supreme king of this prison.
"King, remember you're not leaving alone; you represent all two hundred and fifty of us leaving!"
Ye Qingtian turned around and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of your wives and daughters!"
Everyone: "..."
Adolf couldn't help but add: "King, remember my daughter!"
"King, do you have anything you want to say?"
Someone asked.
Ye Qingtian paused, looked at Isabel, then rummaged through his pocket for a long time, finally pulling out a hundred-dollar bill and tossed it at Isabel's feet.
"You were bleeding that night, buy some supplements to nourish yourself!"
The criminals gave Isabel an ambiguous look and mumbled, "Turns out the King has already conquered the warden!"
Seeing the money on the ground, Isabel was stunned.
"What? He means... you nonsense, come back, you bastard!"
Once Isabel realized, she jumped with anger, but Ye Qingtian was nowhere to be seen.
"Let me tell you a fact, if I want to leave, no one here can stop me!"
A voice echoed from afar, leaving everyone's heart shivering.