Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 107 - 106: Two Treasures

Chapter 107: Chapter 106: Two Treasures

The two men who came over were both Caucasian, one looking to be in his fifties, while the other just past forty.

Yang Yi pointed to the white male in his fifties and said in a deep voice, "You, what are you in for?"

The older Caucasian opened his mouth but quickly lowered his head, murmuring, "A bad charge..."

Kerry said anxiously, "Boss, I know him, that guy is Professor Hamer Phil. He’s a professor. He killed his own girlfriend and then someone accused him of rape."

Scollin said harshly on the side, "Our boss wouldn’t want a bastard who killed his own girlfriend, boss, do you want to teach him a lesson?"

Just as Yang Yi was about to wave his hand to have the new guys give this pervert a good beating, Hamer Phil blurted out anxiously, "I have money! I can give you money, I beg you, I’m about to die."

When money was mentioned, Scollin and Rodriguez, who were about to make a move, all looked to Yang Yi. Meanwhile, Kerry whispered in Yang Yi’s ear, "Boss, this guy really has money. He’s a professor at the University of Southern California’s School of Cinematic Arts. His students have become stars, several of them—he’s rich! His imprisonment was big news."

Yang Yi became interested and said with intrigue, "Oh, from USC’s School of Cinematic Arts, what do you teach?"

"Acting, I’m a professor, I’m not a rapist, what they’re saying isn’t right, I’m not a rapist, I just, just..."

Yang Yi became interested and said, "Just what?"

"I killed someone, but I’m not a rapist, they were all willing, they were willing."

Yang Yi said with interest, "Killed your own girlfriend, why?"

Hamer Phil said dejectedly, "I loved her very much, but she betrayed me, and I was furious, then I accidentally killed her, I didn’t want to kill her, and then one of my former students came forward and accused me of raping them, but at the time, they really were willing..."

Kerry whispered, "Don’t listen to him, boss, he’s just a bastard, but he has money."

Yang Yi nodded and asked, "How much money can you give me?"

Hamer Phil seemed to see hope and immediately said, "A thousand dollars! I can give you a thousand dollars, I don’t have any more money..."

Yang Yi chuckled and said, "No one will bully you in the future, but get ready to give me lessons in my cell."

Hamer Phil was taken aback, "Lessons?"

Yang Yi said casually, "You think I can make it as a movie star?"

Hamer Phil looked at Yang Yi carefully, then said softly, "You’re very handsome, your natural conditions are very good, but... to tell you the truth, you’re too handsome, so in Hollywood, you might not have such a good future because Hollywood doesn’t need very handsome Asian actors. They only want Jack Cheng, meaning they only want Asians who play villains or minor roles, so you don’t really have any good opportunities."

Yang Yi laughed heartily and said, "You’re quite candid in your speech. Alright, I’ve got you covered. Teach me some acting later, maybe I could become a movie star someday, haha."

Whether Hamer Phil was a rapist or not didn’t matter to Yang Yi; as long as he could teach something useful. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be easy for Yang Yi to find a professor to learn acting from.

After taking in Hamer Phil, Yang Yi turned to the other man and asked, "And what are you in for?"

"Poisoning."

Kerry whispered, "He is also a professor, he killed six people, he poisoned six people!"

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Another professor, how interesting. What’s his name, and from which university?"

"My name is Gweil Lasno, a professor in the Department of Chemistry at the University of California, Los Angeles. I poisoned six of my colleagues and, as a result, am serving a two-hundred-year sentence without the possibility of parole."

Yang Yi, intrigued, asked, "Why did you kill them?"

Gweil whispered, "I am an immigrant from Hungary. I came to the United States at the age of eighteen. Becoming a professor was a tough journey for me. I thought it was the pinnacle of my life, but my career was a failure. I couldn’t get any resources in the university, and they ostracized, ridiculed, and attacked me. They even planned to dismiss me, so I poisoned them."

At this point, Kerry whispered into Yang Yi’s ear, "Boss, this guy is actually just jealous! He couldn’t compete with others, so he resorted to poisoning them to death."

It must be said that this prison really was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Yang Yi, still interested, asked, "Did you kill all six at once?"

"No, I poisoned them four times with slow-acting poisons, all of different types. The dean of the chemistry department died first, then three others followed, one by one. A toxicology report from their autopsies identified the poison in their bodies, so I was arrested. I confessed everything immediately, but the remaining three still died; the poison in them was incurable."

Gweil also seemed remarkably candid, and Yang Yi appreciated that about him.

"You’re quite skilled at poisoning?"

Gweil, expressionless, said, "I hold Ph.D. degrees in both inorganic and organic chemistry, but studying toxicology was my hobby. I selected materials not just from chemical synthesis, but I preferred using plant extracts or extracts from animals to create poisons. I should have entered medical school to study toxicology in basic medical science, but by the time I realized this, it was too late, and I only managed to get a master’s in medicine. There was a job opportunity to become a chemistry professor at the University of Los Angeles, so I took it."

In prison, what could a chemistry professor do? He couldn’t fight, couldn’t stoop to being someone’s lackey, and with a life sentence, those gangs looking to recruit him to cook drugs outside were out of the question. So a chemistry professor was certainly no more useful than a street thug who could fight.

But for Yang Yi, Gweil was a talent, a super valuable treasure.

Yang Yi didn’t hesitate and said, "Alright, from now on, you’ll follow me. I’ll protect you, and nobody will be able to bully you again."

Gweil nodded, but then he said in a low voice, "But I don’t know how to do anything here, and I don’t have any money to give you. I don’t even have cigarettes..."

Hamer Phil, from the side, urgently said, "You do have cigarettes, buddy, you’ve got them, sir. I know the rules. I’ll get two packs a month for him."

Gweil had some psychological issues and was not good with people, but he was a lot more useful than Hamer Phil.

Having taken two treasures under his wing, Yang Yi waved his hand and smiled, "Alright, I’ll take you both."

Hamer Phil and Gweil both looked extremely haggard. Gweil was the type not usually targeted for bullying, but who would get picked on by anyone who happened to come across him, while Hamer Phil was the type that everyone felt compelled to bully, feeling disgruntled if they didn’t. Thus, you can imagine what their lives were like.

Not to mention anything else, the two of them definitely weren’t getting enough to eat.

Yang Yi glanced at Kerry, then declared with authority, "Now that you’re with me, you’re my people, and my people can’t go hungry. Kerry, go collect some food for them."