Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 147 - 146 Restore Status

Chapter 147: Chapter 146 Restore Status

Days went by, and Yang Yi still didn’t have a viable plan.

It was just a tangled mess.

Yang Yi had met with Brian three times already, discussing many possible escape schemes, but in Yang Yi’s view, none of them were feasible.

Escaping quietly was basically impossible, and without someone on the outside, it was essentially not doable to get away.

Brian wanted to break out by force, thinking that as long as they could get hold of a gun, it would be enough. However, Yang Yi felt that Brian had lost touch with the outside world, having been locked up for over twenty years with no idea how advanced the world had become.

Perhaps Brian really could fight his way out of prison, but what about Yang Yi and the others? Moreover, leaving the prison was just the first step. Once outside, how would they evade the police pursuit, dodge the SWAT teams, without a car, without backup, not even a set of clothes to change into?

Successful escape was not merely a matter of getting out of prison grounds.

Furthermore, Yang Yi didn’t know how Zhang Yong would manage to enter the special detention block. In his view, Zhang Yong simply had no chance of meeting "the Beast" Wayne, let alone having a decisive battle with him.

So, Yang Yi was truly worried.

Another day began, and Yang Yi was so preoccupied with his thoughts during breakfast that he didn’t notice when Zhang Yong approached him.

Zhang Yong sat down directly across from Yang Yi, and in a calm voice said, "What are you thinking about? You’re so engrossed that you’ve lost all vigilance."

Yang Yi replied somewhat embarrassingly, "Well, all the brothers are here. Brother Yong, is something the matter?"

"Yes, tonight I will move into the same cell with you. I’ve already arranged it. Nothing else, I just wanted to let you know," Zhang Yong said.

After finishing his words, Zhang Yong stood up, then whispered to Yang Yi, "I haven’t checked your progress in a long time, I hope you won’t disappoint me."

Zhang Yong then left. Watching his retreating figure, Yang Yi really wanted to call out to him, to ask what he meant, and how he managed it.

He had already spent not an insignificant amount of time with Zhang Yong, and they saw each other every day, but that was pretty much it; they barely spoke.

It wasn’t Yang Yi’s problem, it was Zhang Yong’s. Zhang Yong didn’t want to be disturbed by anyone, including Yang Yi, so after teaching what needed to be taught, he never had a proper conversation with Yang Yi like before.

Since they were going to live together again, Yang Yi thought it would be better to talk and find out everything once they met in the cell, believing that Zhang Yong would answer his questions then.

By now, Yang Yi had grown accustomed to his work, with no complaints, but with his mind preoccupied, the day seemed to pass exceptionally slow.

At four in the afternoon, following the shift change, Yang Yi returned to the maximum-security area, then went back to his own cell.

When Yang Yi arrived, Hank was gone, and Zhang Yong stood in the middle of the cell.

Seeing Zhang Yong, Yang Yi, full of questions, immediately asked, "Brother Yong, what’s happened?"

Zhang Yong gestured with his hand, then said in a serious tone, "No need to talk, let’s get to it."

With those words, Zhang Yong snapped into a fighting stance and leaped forward to strike at Yang Yi.

Yang Yi was caught somewhat off guard, but he hadn’t wasted a single day of the past two-plus years.

Zhang Yong was best at Wing Chun, while Yang Yi was best at Mian Zhang Fist, whose most significant characteristic lay in its fierce and lethal attacks.

Yang Yi didn’t opt for defense or evasion; when Zhang Yong suddenly made his move, he instinctively chose to counterattack.

Attack for attack, Zhang Yong aimed for Yang Yi’s head, and Yang Yi tried to chop at Zhang Yong’s face with one hand while the other sought to grab Zhang Yong’s arm.

Yang Yi’s response was quick, and Zhang Yong’s changing moves were also quick; their arms intersected, and they even exchanged kicks.

Both men’s fighting style was speed against speed, without any use of grappling techniques, let alone ground moves, so their exchange was extremely fast. After several rapid clashes, Zhang Yong landed a punch on Yang Yi’s chest and then another punch on the same spot, but only after taking those blows did Yang Yi’s fist finally reach in front of Zhang Yong’s throat.

With a swift leap backward, Zhang Yong, seeing Yang Yi bending over in pain and unable to counter, urgently called out, "Stop."

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yi quickly rubbed his aching chest, and Zhang Yong nodded, saying, "Not bad, it seems you haven’t slacked off."

Yang Yi took a deep breath and said, "Of course I haven’t slacked off, it’s just that I’ve had no one to practice with, and I don’t feel I’m making fast progress."

Zhang Yong shook his head and said, "It’s good enough, very good indeed. To reach this level in two years, you’d have hardly any rivals out there. But don’t underestimate others; the world is full of formidable characters, each with their fighting styles and unique characteristics. If you start thinking you’re invincible, you’ll definitely come to grief."

Yang Yi was slightly excited because it had been a long time since he’d had the chance to test his training results. Now, having received Zhang Yong’s acknowledgement, he was naturally elated.

"Brother Yong, shall we spar a few more rounds?"

Zhang Yong shook his head and said, "From what I’ve just seen, I can gauge your level. Your progress has always been faster than I anticipated; no need to test further. From now on, I will spar with you daily, no need to rush it now."

"Alright, then why did you agree to come back and stay here? Have you found a way into the special cell block yet?"

Zhang Yong frowned and said, "Don’t worry about my issues; I can handle them myself. You just look after yourself."

Suddenly, Yang Yi’s mouth dropped open in surprise, while Zhang Yong forcefully sniffed, then wiped his nose with the back of his hand, finding a swath of bright red.

"Brother Yong, you’ve got a nosebleed!"

Zhang Yong frowned and said, "What’s there to make such a fuss about."

Zhang Yong wiped his nose again, looked at the blood on his hand, then turned and walked to the washbasin, turning on the tap and beginning to rinse his nose.

Yang Yi followed, voicing his astonishment, "What’s going on? I didn’t hit you just now, why the nosebleed out of nowhere?"

Zhang Yong irritably replied, "It’s hot, and I’m overheated, nothing surprising about that. Stop making a fuss over a little nosebleed."

Zhang Yong’s temper seemed much shorter than before. Yang Yi said nothing more; he felt Zhang Yong already had enough problems, and a nosebleed from frustration and overheating was really nothing to make a fuss over.

After rinsing his nose with cold water until the bleeding stopped, Zhang Yong casually wiped the water from his face with his sleeve, then said in a deep voice, "I’m not entirely confident I can beat the beast Wayne, so I came back to practice with you and find the feel, to regain my form. So next time we spar, let’s go all out."

Yang Yi softly said, "Brother Yong, I can help!"

Zhang Yong looked at him with impatience and said, "I’ll solve my own problems! How many times do I have to say it! Enough, don’t mention it again, and never bring it up in the future!"