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Chapter 473 - 507: A Comfortable Prison Life

Chapter 473: Chapter 507: A Comfortable Prison Life

"Big Brother, spare my life, please! I didn’t recognize Mt. Tai before my eyes; I was wrong, spare me..." The bald man was truly terrified.

He hadn’t even gotten a clear look at the few people just moments before, yet they had subdued him effortlessly; he was no match for them at all. It seemed better to submit quickly, to avoid any unnecessary pain.

Many prisoners were looking over, and although the bald man felt disgraced, it was better than getting beaten up. Moreover, the gap between them was too vast; he was simply no match.

Ma Xiaoliu, who was nearby, saw the bald man begging for mercy, and when he looked at Fang Yi again, his eyes were filled with shock and fear.

Even the toughest bald brother in the prison had shown submission. If Fang Yi turned his attention to Ma Xiaoliu, who had encouraged the bald man to come over, what could Ma Xiaoliu do? He was in a tough spot.

However, what Ma Xiaoliu didn’t know was that Fang Yi hadn’t even bothered with him. Looking down at the bald man kneeling and begging for mercy, Fang Yi squatted down and asked, "Are you the Prison Bully around here?"

"Yes... no no, definitely not..." The bald man nodded first, then shook his head.

"Oh," Fang Yi said indifferently, giving nothing away.

"Now Big Brother, you’re the Prison Bully, you’re the boss here, what you say goes," the bald man hastily expressed his loyalty.

Fang Yi responded indifferently, "I have no interest in being a Prison Bully; you carry on with it—just send me a storybook later."

Although he had no idea where to get a storybook, the bald man quickly agreed, promising to find one for Fang Yi later on.

After the post-meal activity ended, Fang Yi and his fellow inmates returned to their cell, and before long, a guard tossed a storybook inside. A scrawny man got off his bunk, picked up the storybook, and handed it to Fang Yi; Fang Yi rewarded him with a cigarette.

Hmm, this was indeed a storybook, a fairy tale storybook at that. Fang Yi made do and read it.

To get things in prison, one usually needed money. Bribing a guard with money was the way to go; even though one couldn’t be released, getting certain conveniences was possible.

Now, in this prison, Fang Yi was the boss. Sitting on his bunk, smoking while reading the fairy tale storybook, all he was missing was a cup of hot tea by his side. Just as Fang Yi was thoroughly engrossed, the prison door suddenly opened, and a man was shoved in.

He was new here.

But no one approached him with trouble, because the man was formidable, with a cold, fierce light in his eyes. Where he stood, no one dared to provoke him.

The man looked around, then walked straight toward Fang Yi.

Fang Yi put away the storybook and glanced at the man. He was a stranger; Fang Yi did not recognize him.

The man approached and whispered, "Are you Fang Yi?"

"Yes."

"I came looking for you," said the man.

"Looking for me?"

"Yes, I want to ask you if that family of five was really murdered by you."

"What is your relationship with that family of five?"

"That elderly couple has no relation to me, but that middle-aged woman is my sister, that middle-aged man is my brother-in-law, and that child calls me uncle. So, did you really kill those people?" A hint of ferocity suddenly flickered in the man’s eyes.

Fang Yi gave him a once-over and suddenly said, "You’re not their relative, you have nothing to do with them."

The man was taken aback, not quite catching on.

In the next instant, Fang Yi suddenly stood up. The man then realized what was happening but before he could react, a thin blade of a razor appeared in his mouth as he lunged towards Fang Yi.

Inside the cell, Fang Yi and the man began to fight, causing a significant commotion. The other prisoners tactfully cleared a space for them to combat in adequate room.

However, in their views, this battle might be grueling for Fang Yi, but for him, this man was hardly a formidable figure.

The blade flew towards Fang Yi’s face, but Fang Yi deflected the razor with a flick of his fingers, then closed in on the man, delivering a punch to his chest. The man staggered back, his back hitting the wall. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, fortunately, Fang Yi had pulled back his hand in time to not get splashed.

"You... how did you... figure it out..." The man’s face twisted in pain, but more than that, he was filled with confusion. His disguise hadn’t slipped up at any spot.

Fang Yi coolly responded, "You had too many giveaways."

"Impossible!"

"Impossible?" Fang Yi scoffed, sat back down, lit a cigarette, and said indifferently, "First, you claimed to be a relative of that family of five, to make me feel guilty and lower my guard. That was dumb as hell. Second, the look in your eyes, your demeanor, you are the spitting image of an assassin. There’s a faint scar on your neck; I can tell it’s from a blade. An ordinary person wouldn’t have such a mark. These two flaws alone reveal you’re an assassin, albeit the most pathetic kind. I believe that family of five wasn’t killed by you, but by someone more skilled than you."

Fang Yi’s face remained calm and sage-like as he spoke logically. As the man heard these pointed words, his face changed, overcome with terror.

"You... don’t be so smug. I’m just the scout. You’ll definitely die in this prison!" the man gritted out.

"You needn’t worry about that," Fang Yi said lightly.

Then, Fang Yi turned to the other prisoners, who were feigning deafness, and assigned them a task, "Do what you’re told, or I’ll take care of you one by one."

The prisoners’ faces immediately showed distress. It wasn’t so bad being in jail, but being locked up with Fang Yi was by far the most unlucky and miserable fate.

From that moment on, the man who had come to the prison to kill Fang Yi was subjected to constant torment.

There were dozens of inmates in the cell, and each was required to beat the man for nearly an hour. They wouldn’t let the man rest. He thought of resisting, but Fang Yi had immobilized him by hitting his pressure points.

A pervy-looking guy came over to Fang Yi, whispered a few things to seek his opinion. Fang Yi listened, a strange look crossing his face, and then said, "Taking his life is fine, but keep the noise down."

"Yes... yes," the pervy guy said, rubbing his hands together in excitement before leaving.

Afterward, time in the prison became somewhat interesting for Fang Yi. First, a doctor came to examine him, intending to inject poison into Fang Yi with a syringe, but Fang Yi snapped the syringe in half. Later, in the cafeteria, the prison cook was bribed to poison the food, which ended up being forced into the cook’s own mouth. Had it not been for timely medical intervention, the cook would have likely died from the poison.

Assassination attempts, both covert and overt, never ceased during Fang Yi’s time in prison, but he lived ever more luxuriously.

The better Fang Yi lived, the more uncomfortable someone else became. Watching Fang Yi thriving on the surveillance screen, Liu Yuanguang genuinely felt the urge to kill Fang Yi himself.

But, he simply couldn’t.

Lately, the pressure he was under had been immense—excruciatingly so. Public opinion was growing increasingly fierce, especially after an article titled "Xuan Cang: A Hero Wrongly Imprisoned, Where Is Justice?" sparked a society-wide discussion and added to Liu Yuanguang’s stress.