Night fell.
It was dinnertime at the prison, and in every cell, as the inmates ate, their chatter was all about the new arrival in Cell Number One. They were still guessing what kind of monster he was.
At the end of the corridor.
Inside Cell Number One.
Ye Zixiao, bound in chains, sat cross-legged on a pile of straw. Why wasn't he sitting on the bed? Because there was no bed in this cell. The only place to rest was this heap of straw.
The cell was spacious and damp.
Yet, Ye Zixiao's face was slightly flushed.
Ever since he entered this cell, he had been sitting here quietly. He had no worries or distracting thoughts about the outside world. He was cultivating his mind, trying to see if he could advance to another level.
But it was so difficult!
Perhaps, he had truly reached the maximum level!
Thump, thump, thump…
A dull banging sound echoed.
"Ye Zixiao, dinner."
Following the indifferent shout, a small square opening in the iron door was opened, and a food container was pushed in. It was an old aluminum container without a lid, emitting fragrant steam.
"What's good tonight?"
Ye Zixiao smiled, got up, craning his neck, and walked to the door. He peered into the food container. Good heavens, besides the fragrant white rice, there was half a box of beef and two chicken legs.
"Prison food has this high a standard?"
Ye Zixiao chuckled and grabbed the food container.
"Hmph!"
A胖狱警 (fat prison guard) outside the door said with displeasure, "I don't know what kind of lucky life you have to be favored by the Warden. Eat up, this might be your last meal."
"Is there any wine?"
Ye Zixiao asked, tilting his head.
"What did you say?"
The fat prison guard seemed incredulous.
"I asked if there's any wine."
"Should I find you a girl too?"
"That would be great!"
"Hahaha, why don't I call the Warden to accompany you? You don't know yet, do you? The Warden here is a super beauty, the kind that's a feast for the eyes."
The fat prison guard was clearly annoyed.
"Alright, call her then!"
Ye Zixiao remained nonchalant.
"Are you tired of living, you bastard?"
"Who the hell are you talking to?"
"Ye Zixiao, you're looking for death!"
"Who the hell are you talking to?"
Ye Zixiao suddenly narrowed his eyes, emitting a terrifying killing intent, and said, "Call your Warden to accompany me, or the first person I kill when I get out of this door will be you."
"Uh!"
The fat prison guard was stunned.
He felt as if his neck was being strangled?
He could barely breathe!
"Scram!"
Ye Zixiao coldly uttered the word, then grabbed the food container and turned, sitting down on the straw pile. Like a carefree, rough fellow, he picked up a chicken leg and started gnawing on it.
"This is really bizarre!"
The fat prison guard turned and walked back.
"Brother Fatty, who is that guy?"
"Brother Fatty, what's his background?"
"Brother Fatty, what's his name?"
From the sides of the corridor, many inmates holding their food containers, crowded the iron bars and shouted. Many were familiar with this fat prison guard, calling him Brother Fatty, and they wanted to find out some information.
"His name is Ye Zixiao."
The fat prison guard said with some impatience.
"Who?"
"Ye Zixiao?"
"Who is Ye Zixiao?"
"Damn it, you're all idiots."
After a wave of questioning, a man with a big head and a bald scalp grinned and said loudly, "I heard from outside that the most talked-about guy in Longdu City recently is Ye Zixiao."
"Why?"
"Who is Ye Zixiao?"
"What's so amazing about him?"
"What's his level?"
The inmates' shouting grew louder.
"Who he is, what his level is, I don't know all that. But I'll tell you his deeds and you'll understand. He's a mortal enemy of the Jin family. He drove away the Eight Dragon Kings that the Jin family hired."
The big-headed man boasted with pride.
It was as if Ye Zixiao was his older brother.
"Holy crap, is that true?"
"He, he dares to provoke the Jin family?"
"Am I hearing things? He drove away the Eight Dragon Kings? I say, Brother Baldy, are you thinking about girls so much you've gone crazy? Who in this world can drive away the Eight Dragon Kings? The King of Hell?"
"…!"
The inmates started shouting in a flurry of voices.
Just then, the sound of orderly footsteps was heard. Two teams of guards, carrying guns, escorted a woman. This woman was as beautiful as a celestial being, but her expression was extremely cold.
"Silence!"
"Everyone, be quiet!"
"The Warden is here."
As the guards moved, they shouted.
Along the long corridor, in the endless cells, nearly a thousand inmates serving heavy sentences fell silent almost instantly. They put down their food containers and quickly stood by the iron bars.
The inmates lined up.
Standing at attention.
Many appeared very nervous, some even trembling. These once notorious, bloodthirsty desperados, who killed without batting an eye, were now as panicked as lambs to the slaughter.
Why was this so?
Because anyone who provoked the Warden, no matter who they were, or whether they had connections or backing, would die a terrible, terrible death. In this prison, at least a hundred inmates serving heavy sentences had been personally dismembered by the Warden.
Yes.
Dismembered by hand, and then fed to dogs.
Literally fed to dogs…
"What's all the noise?"
The extremely beautiful Warden asked coldly.
"Reporting to the Warden."
The fat prison guard shivered, then stood at attention and saluted, answering in a trembling voice, "Nothing, Warden. Everyone is just curious about the identity of the new inmate, you see, because he's been put in Cell Number One!"
"Does he have any requests?"
The Warden seemed not to intend to blame anyone.
She asked a very strange question.
"What? You, what did you say?"
The fat prison guard's eyes widened, his face utterly confused.
"Ye Zixiao, does he have any requests?"
"Ah? Yes."
"What?"
"He said, he said to ask if there's any wine?"
"Anything else?"
"Also, also…"
"Stuttering, are you tired of living?"
"Apologies, Warden!"
The fat prison guard immediately knelt on the ground. He said in extreme panic, "Ye Zixiao said, said to ask you to accompany him. It has nothing to do with me, Warden! That guy is too arrogant, he's a madman!"
"I know!"
The Warden nodded after listening.
"Ah?"
The fat prison guard felt like he was going mad.
"Lead the way."
"Warden, what did you say?"
"You lead the way, I'll go accompany him."
The Warden nodded solemnly, then walked with her hands behind her back, holding her head high. Of course, she knew which cell Ye Zixiao was in, and she also knew the way, as there was only this one corridor.
However.
The Warden had such presence!
If the fat prison guard didn't lead the way,
She wouldn't go herself.
"Oh, oh, oh, okay, okay, okay!"
The fat prison guard scrambled up in a fluster. Like a sycophant, he bent over and ran ahead to guide the way. The Warden, escorted by the guards, headed towards Cell Number One.
"What's going on?"
"Don't know!"
"Am I, am I dreaming?"
"She, she didn't get angry today?"
"What did she just say?"
"She said she was going to accompany Ye Zixiao?"
"…!!!"
After the Warden passed, a mosquito-like humming sound of disbelief arose from the cells. Every inmate was utterly bewildered, they could hardly believe what they had heard.
The Warden who killed without batting an eye.
Said she was going to accompany that Ye Zixiao?
Was this still the same Warden?
It was a dream, a hallucination, an illusion…