Spy-x-War Showdown-Chapter 66 - 65 Fear

66: Chapter 65 Fear

66 -65 Fear

Cameras couldn’t be installed in the shower room, nor were there any prison guards present.

Recreation time was when inmates settled their scores, and fights could also break out during meals, but bizarrely, bloodshed incidents were the least common in the unsupervised, unguarded shower rooms.

The reasons behind this were rather complex.

First of all, attendance at recreation was mandatory; it was a compulsory group activity that no one could skip.

It was the opportunity for all inmates to gather on the playground.

The same applied to meals.

Eating wasn’t compulsory, but skipping one meal was manageable, two could be done, but by the third or fourth, hunger would become unbearable.

Thus, the cafeteria was another place where everyone would assemble.

However, showering wasn’t mandatory.

Besides, the shower room had limited capacity, requiring inmates to take turns.

If one feared encountering trouble, one could simply opt not to shower.

Even if one didn’t bathe for a month, at most it would be disgusting, but certainly not fatal. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

So, relatively speaking, the bloodshed incidents in the shower room were the fewest.

As for Yang Yi, his heart in his throat, he waited for the Boxing King’s revenge in the dining hall, and treaded cautiously on the playground, but he never expected that the Boxing King truly planned to settle scores in the shower room.

There was nothing much to say; Yang Yi was shrewd, and his last-minute crash course before entering prison came in handy.

Though severely lacking in combat experience, Yang Yi knew where the most effective strikes were, so every move he made aimed for the opponents’ vital points, attacking the body’s weakest spots.

And so, Yang Yi carved out a bloody path for himself.

Moreover, Yang Yi let out a roar that scared away two men.

These two were definitely placed by the Boxing King to watch the shower room entrance.

Although they looked imposing, the sight of a bloodied, clawing figure scared them off.

It would scare anyone.

Outside the shower room was the changing area, and of course, it was meant for dressing.

A few inmates who were getting dressed were stunned at the sight of Yang Yi.

Yang Yi slowed his pace, opened his mouth gasping heavily, glanced at the people inside the changing area, quickly walked to his locker, and took out his clothes.

Yang Yi really wanted to put on his clothes before leaving, but at that moment someone stumbled out of the shower room, shouting hoarsely while pointing at Yang Yi, “Catch him!

Catch him!”

This was certainly not the time to play hero.

Yang Yi might escape once, but there was no guarantee he could do it a second time, especially since he didn’t know how many people in the changing room were aligned with the Boxing King.

So, Yang Yi grabbed his clothes and ran.

He dashed toward the entrance, burst through the changing room door and only began frantically pulling on his trousers upon seeing the prison guards outside.

“Get down!

Don’t move!”

Yang Yi had just pulled on his trousers when he was forced to lie on the ground, then he bellowed from his position, “I was attacked!”

Two guards with guns immediately stormed the shower room, while another guard beside Yang Yi slammed his baton hard onto Yang’s back, yelling, “No talking!”

Soon, a large group of guards rushed over, and after a while, they began to push people out from the changing room.

By then, Yang Yi had just been hauled to his feet, with his hands handcuffed behind his back.

The first one pushed out was the Black man whose neck Yang Yi had bitten; a doctor wearing rubber gloves covered the man’s neck, rushing past Yang Yi.

The Boxing King was wheeled out on a gurney resembling a surgical bed, his legs tied, hands covering his groin, whimpering as if a mound of flesh was pushed out of the changing room.

The Boxing King was locked up.

Many people saw the Boxing King’s pitiful state, and laughter began to ring out unabashedly.

The third was carried out by others, his legs unnaturally pressed together, walking with great difficulty, a face full of pain.

The remaining two, the ones Yang Yi had hit in the back of the head, were also pushed out.

As for the one Yang Yi kneed and then followed up with a hit to the back of the head, he too was pushed out.

Five men, four were pushed out.

In the beginning, there were still laughs, but soon no one laughed anymore; many people just looked at Yang Yi.

Their gazes were complex.

Because someone who looked neither fat nor strong, appearing almost like an easy target, had taken down the notoriously fierce Boxing King—and his five men at that.

What’s important wasn’t the process, but the outcome, and the outcome was that Yang Yi, one against five, emerged completely victorious.

Moreover, Yang Yi still looked ferocious.

His mouth was fiercely agape, as he locked eyes with a bloodthirsty gaze with everyone who looked his way.

Prison is a place where the weak are prey to the strong; you’re powerful, you get your due status, hence the number of people daring to make eye contact with Yang Yi dwindled more and more, until eventually everyone unconsciously avoided Yang Yi’s gaze.

This included some of the Boxing King’s underlings, who initially glared at Yang Yi with menacing eyes, but soon, they seemed like the ones being devoured.

There was a misunderstanding in all this, a rather large one.

Though Yang Yi looked fierce, even with his hands cuffed behind him, his bloody mouth agape, coupled with the trickle of blood at the corner of his lips, made him seem like he was ready to pounce and bite.

In reality, Yang Yi was simply disgusted by the blood taste in his mouth; he had to keep his mouth open to avoid accidentally swallowing the revolting blood…

As for the drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, that was because he constantly kept it open…

But again, the process isn’t important; it’s the outcome that matters.

Yang Yi might not have earned the prisoners’ respect, but he certainly gained their fear, and they were afraid of him.

Yang Yi was pushed away, directly into the room for dealing with troublemaking prisoners.

Fights among prisoners are not an everyday affair, yet far too common, so the handling of this incident fell on a single prison guard.

Looking at Yang Yi’s mouth full of blood, he said with disgust, “Get him cleaned up.”

Yang Yi couldn’t have been happier, and then he couldn’t wait to rinse his mouth out, repeatedly.

Yang Yi always felt a lingering stench in his mouth, and in the end, it was the impatience of the prison guard that got him escorted back.

With Yang Yi secured in a fixed chair, the prison guard in charge of order took a long look at him and finally said, “One with a ruptured carotid artery, one with his testicles kicked to a pulp, one with severe concussion, one with a concussion and a ruptured spleen, and one who can only walk with legs clamped.

Well, let’s leave out the one who can only walk with legs clamped; the other four are serious injuries.

What can I say?

I can only say you’re in deep trouble.”

Yang Yi sighed and said in a low voice, “Sir, it’s not me looking for trouble.

Five men against one, it really wasn’t me trying to stir up trouble.”

The prison guard laughed and replied, “They were carried out lying down, and you’re unscathed.

What’s important is this outcome, so you’re in big trouble, believe me, big trouble!”