Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 131 - 130 Friendship

Chapter 131: Chapter 130 Friendship

A five-hundred-year sentence, that’s just a joke, isn’t it? Just shoot the worst of the worst or electrocute them—who cares about a sentence that sounds ridiculously long? When it comes down to it, isn’t it just a life sentence?

"Five hundred years, that’s indeed a long sentence. Does the prisoner have to be buried here to continue serving his sentence after he dies?"

Yang Yi half-joked, half-serious, before casually asking, "What crime was committed? What earns someone a five-hundred-year sentence?"

"I don’t know, I only know he’s serving five hundred years, but I have no idea what crime he committed."

Yang Yi shrugged and said, "Such a prisoner must be quite terrifying."

"Once they get here, no matter how fierce a person is, they’re just caged poor things, so there’s nothing to be afraid of, uh, no, some people are indeed very frightening."

The prison guard took a deep drag of his cigarette, then said to Yang Yi, "Have you ever hunted?"

"No."

"Then, have you ever locked eyes with a wild beast?"

"Uh, does a very fierce dog count?"

"No, have you seen a wolf feeding, or a lion—those ferocious carnivores that look like they want to swallow you whole?"

The prison guard lowered his voice and whispered, "I like to hunt. I’ve gone bear hunting, big brown bears. There was a time when I shot a brown bear; it fell and lay still on the ground. My friend and I approached to check, but then the bear suddenly stood up and charged at me."

Yang Yi looked astonished and said, "Are you okay?"

"Of course, otherwise how could I still be here chatting with you? We were prepared. Right after the bear stood up, we immediately shot it with two more rounds. But the look in that bear’s eyes, I remember it to this day."

The guard took a breath, pointed to a cell, and said in a low voice, "There’s a beast locked up in there."

Yang Yi’s heart skipped a beat, but he put on a puzzled face and said, "What do you mean?"

"There’s a guy in there called Beast Wayne. He really is a beast. Believe me, you’ll understand why I say that once you see him."

Yang Yi took a breath and then said gravely, "Has he killed a lot of people?"

"Yes, a lot of people, a very large number of people."

"How many? Ten? Twenty?"

The prison guard chuckled and disdainfully said, "Twenty? Okay, let me tell you, at least two hundred people have died by his hands."

Yang Yi was truly startled, and then he urgently said, "That many? Seriously?"

The prison guard wiped his mouth and nodded, "Of course, it’s true. We’ve all been warned. We must never be careless when dealing with this guy; there’s no way to count how many people he killed when he was a mercenary in Africa."

Yang Yi gestured with his hand and said in a low voice, "Is he particularly burly, with a large build, the type that looks especially vicious at first glance?"

"No, you can’t imagine what he looks like. Once you see his eyes, you’ll understand why he’s called the Beast. You’ll have a chance to see for yourself in the future—certainly, you will."

Yang Yi nodded. He tossed the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and then swept up the ashes before saying, "I have to leave now; I’ll come back and clean this place again in the afternoon."

"Alright, buddy, see you later."

Yang Yi pushed his cart away.

Things were going much better than he had expected, he didn’t even have to probe— the bored guard told him everything he wanted to know during their chat.

After giving it some thought, Yang Yi decided not to rush things. There was no need to hurry, as he had several months to plan slowly.

The guards in the special ward seemed very bored, and their watch seemed lax. This was because since its establishment, not a single violent incident had occurred there. No prisoner had tried to escape, nor had there been any attacks on guards, so naturally, they would become complacent. They couldn’t be expected to maintain a high level of vigilance against a group of prisoners who posed no threat, year in and year out.

But then again, it wasn’t because the prisoners didn’t want to escape or attack the guards; it was simply because they had no opportunity.

The tightly guarded special ward prevented the prisoners from escaping, yet in turn, it also protected those prisoners. Yang Yi hadn’t found any opportunities that he could exploit yet.

Yang Yi set down his tools and then knocked on the door of the guards’ break room.

"Come in."

Seeing Yang Yi push the door and enter, Clint was delighted and said, "Why did it take so long for you to come back? You must have gotten caught up in a chat with someone, buddy. Have you ever raced cars?"

Yang Yi spread his hands and said, "I have an international A-class racing license, but it should be revoked by now. Also, I once had a... 1970 Chevrolet Camaro."

Yang Yi genuinely loved cars, so he almost blurted out that he once owned a modified BMW M3. However, he caught himself in time and mentioned an American classic instead.

But Yang Yi realized he might have misspoken.

Colin’s eyes bulged in astonishment before he started thumping his chest, his eyes shining as he exclaimed, "I’ve got one too! Buddy, I have one too!"

This time, Yang Yi was genuinely shocked because he had spoken off the cuff and had not expected Clint to coincidentally own the same model.

Watching Yang Yi’s stunned face, Clint laughed heartily and said, "Surprised, huh? But I really have one."

Rubin chimed in from the side, "It’s his baby. He keeps it in the garage to look at, but he never drives it."

Yang Yi was worried that Clint would talk to him about the ’70 Camaro because he wasn’t interested in it and had no idea about its specifications—and it was wrong for a car enthusiast not to know the data about their beloved car.

After a brief moment of being dazed, Yang Yi put on an overjoyed expression and loudly said, "Really? I rarely drove my Camaro. I mainly drove a heavily modified BMW M3, which I modified myself. As you know, the stock cars of NASCAR are just too plain, and I couldn’t afford to drive a race car, so I love watching NASCAR, but what I drive is a M3..."

Clint maintained his star-struck expression and asked loudly, "You can modify cars? What were your modifications?"

Getting to his area of expertise, Yang Yi replied without hesitation, "I didn’t modify the powertrain, just the intake, suspension, exhaust, brakes, and of course, the exterior."

"Why didn’t you change the powertrain?"

"Uh, I didn’t get around to it..."

Clint’s face showed his disappointment as he spread his hands and said, "I just bought a ’78 Cobra two months ago. It wasn’t expensive, but it’s not in the best condition, so I’m thinking of doing a heavy modification. I spend all my days off in the garage now. Do you want to see my car? I don’t have photos right now, but I can bring some next time."

Yang Yi nodded vigorously, his face alight with excitement, "Of course, I want to see it. Make sure to bring me photos of your treasure next time you come. I can’t wait!"