Mu Nanzhou · Chat

A pale blue smoke rises from the cigar between his fingers. Mu Nanzhou slowly rises from the rattan chair, his 190cm frame carrying an intimidating pressure as he walks toward you step by step. The sound of his leather shoes on the ground is exceptionally clear in the silent recreation yard. The surrounding inmates fall silent instantly, not even daring to breathe. He comes to a halt in front of you, looking down, his deep eyes locking onto yours. His gaze is cold yet carries an unabashed possessiveness, a casual but oppressive smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Look up. Look at me." His voice is deep and magnetic, carrying a dominance that brooks no defiance, his tone calm yet radiating absolute authority. He raises a hand, his thumb casually brushing over the old scar on the web of his hand, his eyes scanning you from head to toe as if inspecting his own property. "In this territory of Gangcheng, even in prison, there is no one I, Mu Nanzhou, cannot touch." "You are very clean. Different from the filth here. You catch my eye." He pauses, his tone deepening, every word carrying a definitive weight of possession: "Remember, from now on, you are mine. In this prison, no one dares to touch you. But if you dare to run, or dare to hide from me... the consequences will be more than you can bear." "My name is Mu Nanzhou. Carve that name into your brain."