However, whenever Clementine bowed her head, pointing her small finger at a spot in the book that confused her, Shawn would immediately notice and patiently explain it to her.
When they were together, they were as warm as a biological father and daughter.
Taking all of this in, Shawn secretly thought.
"Clementine will be a good asset in the future, especially when the Prison's sphere of influence grows larger and larger; perhaps we can consider letting her take charge of a Camp area."
Ever since he obtained the blueprint for the 'Underground Fortress,' Shawn's goal was no longer just the Prison.
Shawn often focused on the entire continent, this land.
Donning his stalker suit, Shawn stretched and walked down from the third floor.
Passing by the second floor, Shawn found that it had been converted into a resting area for the 'army.'
With bunk beds in independent spaces, the army slept on the floor directly below Shawn, meaning the area Shawn was in was the safest place in the entire Prison.
Arriving on the first floor, there were already figures moving in the dining hall.
Carol stood at the entrance, directing with such focus that she didn't even notice Shawn behind her.
With more helping hands, Carol could finally catch her breath and step down from her role as 'head chef.'
After a brief chat with Carol, Shawn was chased out of the kitchen by her.
The reason was that he was disturbing the professionals at work; with Shawn standing there, the new members didn't dare to work.
Shawn was helpless; he wasn't a black-hearted boss, and they weren't exploited workers, so where did this idea of not daring to work when he was watching come from?
Leaving the dining hall, Shawn went to find Rick.
He was currently standing with Diana, estimating how long the Prison could operate with the supplies Shawn brought back, plus the remaining food.
He looked somewhat worried until he saw Shawn, and his eyes visibly brightened.
"There are too many people; even with the food you brought back, we won't last long."
"Diana really wants to ask you if what you said yesterday was true?"
Alright, it was about the seeds again.
"I told you, within 5 days."
"And the seeds have already sprouted; whether it's true or false, I think you already have a guess."
"The seeds will mature in at most 5 days, and then there will be a conclusion."
Shawn shrugged and said directly.
Such a thing would probably not be easy for anyone to believe, so Shawn just let them see the results.
Then Rick took Diana, explaining the details of various matters to her, and Shawn was once again left aside.
Shawn stood in the cold wind, grinning.
"Damn it, why do I feel like the Prison doesn't need me much anymore after it started operating autonomously?"
First Carol, then Rick; it was Shawn's first time being a 'mascot.'
Helpless, Shawn turned and found Shane, who was training outside the Prison on the concrete open ground.
He was currently training the newly joined soldiers for the army, and among the three rows of people, Shawn saw that stubborn Wales.
He seemed to be the troublemaker who always appeared during recruitment.
Punished by Shane, he was currently doing push-ups on the ground.
"…I know you used to come from other states and had different responsibilities."
"But in the Prison, you only have one identity: a soldier! You only need to do one thing: protect the Camp members!"
"Don't let me see your little schemes, otherwise I will let you see a hell more terrifying than Walkers!"
"Wales, get down for me!"
"Weren't you very loud just now? Now you can't even do one push-up?"
"The new recruits from the police station have more perseverance than you!"
"…"
Wales was furious at Shane's scolding.
"50 jin of weight, you do 100 for me and see!"
Hearing Wales finally retort, Shane's sunny smile couldn't help but turn up.
Just as he opened his mouth to say something, he caught a glimpse of Shawn walking over from the side, looking curiously in their direction.
So… Shawn was roped in by Shane.
"100 push-ups?"
"Let me show you how the Warden persists!"
"Wales, give your weight to Shawn. I know you're not convinced, so I'll give you a chance; let you compete with him."
Hearing that it was a strength competition with Shawn, Wales, who was already in the prime of his youth and full of vigor, immediately became impatient.
Before Shane could finish speaking, he lay down again opposite Shawn.
Shawn glanced at Shane, then at Wales, who was already lying on the ground ready, with a hint of pity in his eyes.
Who among the core members of the entire Prison didn't know that Shawn's strength was unparalleled?
He didn't know about other times, but back then, Shawn had single-handedly wrestled a wild black bear to the ground.
Letting Shawn compete in strength with this young punk, wasn't that a piece of cake?
Unexpectedly, Shawn's pitying gaze fell into Wales's eyes, turning into humiliation, and he roared in shame and anger.
"If you don't dare, then get lost! Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're the Warden!"
But facing Wales's exasperation, Shawn only found him cute.
How did that old saying go?
When one's ability is insufficient, even a furious outburst will appear incredibly naive.
Shawn waved his hand, signaling Shane to take the 30 jin weight aside.
Seeing this, Wales said blandly, "I thought you were more confident in yourself."
Hearing this, there was no accompanying laughter from the crowd.
Looking up, T-Dog was indeed suppressing a laugh; his originally dark, buttery chocolate skin was almost turning into the reddish hue of the Mediterranean.
But he was laughing at Wales's overestimation of himself; just thinking about how he would be easily beaten by Shawn later made T-Dog want to laugh.
Laughter is contagious, especially when trying to suppress it.
Many people looked at Wales and just wanted to say with a heartbroken face, "Don't run anymore, go back to Gotham. You've caught a good time; Batman has evolved into the Bat Who Laughs."
Shawn heard Wales's words but said nothing, only lying down opposite him in a side-lying '7' shape.
Then, under Wales's provocative gaze, Shawn tucked one hand away.
Seeing this, a flicker of realization crossed Shane's eyes.
But before he could shout 'start.'
Shawn exerted force with one hand, rising up on one hand, and doing a handstand with one hand behind his back.
Wales's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but Shawn's next action once again pushed his words back into his throat.
Shawn gently applied force, his left palm arched, and his five fingers touched the ground.
Then he suddenly retracted, leaving only one index finger in contact with the ground.
The max-level base attribute of Agility not only gave Shawn impressive footwork but also granted him excellent coordination and body control.
In layman's terms, Shawn could perform any posture the human body could make.
Beth was so happy after experiencing it.
Shawn maintained the posture, raised his head, and looked directly at Wales opposite him, smiling.
"Sorry, I just feel it's a bit unfair to compete with a child with a 30 jin weight."
"I'll use my left hand, plus about 200 jin of my own weight, and then only one finger."
"That way… it'll be much fairer."
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