Yan Province Prison.

Prison guards conduct daily patrols.

There's usually nothing going on in prison, but when something does happen, it's a big deal.

Overall, prison can be boring, but it's also comfortable.

There are so many talented people here, and they all speak so well.

When they have nothing to do, they can listen to them brag.

I absolutely love this place.

In addition, there are sometimes other unexpected programs.

It added a lot of fun to the dull and ordinary days.

After finishing his daily patrol, the prison guard responsible for this area, who should have returned to his post, unconsciously walked towards one of the cells.

This area is where important criminals are imprisoned; the crimes they have committed are unforgivable and cannot be pardoned.

They are vicious, bloodthirsty, and terrifying people.

Of course, some things are not terrible, but they are just things that violate moral principles and go against human reason.

Such behavior will naturally be treated the same way.

A prison guard inadvertently passed by a cell.

The room, which is only a dozen square meters, can be seen from beginning to end at a glance.

A maximum of two people can be held in one cell.

This is normal treatment; only troublemakers and those who are unruly receive separate dark rooms.

Here, apart from freedom, most things are fair.

but……

Whether something is fair or not depends not on what they give, but on how they get along.

The prison guard suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Their gaze fell upon it.

A bespectacled, shirtless man with a muscular build is doing push-ups on the ground.

This push-up posture looks a bit strange; only the area below the waist is exerting force, as if it's a waist exercise.

There's not much you can do in prison. Aside from assigned tasks and studying in your spare time, you mostly have to make the most of your free time.

What they like to do is their business.

Working out, daydreaming, sleeping, contemplating...

The prison guard stopped looking at Old Chen, who was exercising, and turned his gaze to Sang Yi, who was curled up in the corner of the bed, looking rather lonely.

Sang Yi curled up in the corner, hugging his knees with both hands, burying his head deep inside.

In the shadows, he looked very much like a dog.

Um……

It's a dog wearing iron underwear.

The prison guard remembered that day.

He thought of Sang Yi's inexplicable wails.

By the time he arrived, the matter was already over, and he didn't know what had happened.

At that moment, Old Chen revealed a meaningful smile, then turned around and sat back on the bed.

Only Sang Yi fainted on the ground.

In front of Sang Yi, a bag of bread was being held down by his hand.

Seeing this, the prison guards were bewildered.

Although the treatment in prison is certainly not as good as outside, and the normal life will be far away.

But there will be no cases of criminals being abused.

Even with three meals a day provided, she still fainted from hunger.

Does this guy have such a big appetite?

When asked what happened afterward, Sang Yi said nothing, his haggard appearance making him look pitiful.

Unable to get an answer, the prison guards could only report to their superiors and ask for more food to be provided to that cell.

After all, Sang Yi was a key person to be taken care of; if other things couldn't be satisfied, then his food had to be plentiful.

Little did he know that as soon as the prison guard turned to leave, Sang Yi lost his composure, his face turned pale instantly, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Horror, fear, and despair spread throughout my body.

His body trembled violently, and he didn't even dare to look back, even though someone was slowly approaching him from behind.

[...]

The prison guard sighed and shook his head, showing no sympathy for Sang Yi's plight.

It's not the first time I've seen such a scene. No matter how unbearable or pitiful it is, it's still a sight to behold.

When you see too many things, you eventually become numb.

As I leave, I reminisce.

The prison guards, however, were extremely curious about Sang Yi's request.

I don't understand why Sang Yi made that request that day.

Iron is forbidden in prison.

Who knows what they'll do with it?

But the higher-ups still agreed, without any concern about the consequences.

Sang Yi's requests were granted one by one.

As for what they do with it, the higher-ups aren't curious.

As a subordinate, although I really wanted to know, I couldn't investigate further.

The only thing I can do is come over on purpose during my inspections to see what kind of trouble they're up to.

Several days passed, and nothing was gained.

Aside from the fact that they later replaced the lock with an iron one, I have absolutely no idea what to do.

[...]

Inside the prison cell.

Old Chen finished his last push-up and let out a deep breath.

When he stood up, he was soaked in sweat, which complemented his muscular physique.

If it happens at the gym, it could lead to a wonderful encounter.

But this is a prison cell.

No matter how well you get in shape, no one will appreciate it.

But Old Chen didn't care at all.

Hearing the prison guards' footsteps as they left, Old Chen casually picked up a towel from the bed and wiped himself.

Then he walked to the sink and casually rinsed his face a few times.

Looking in the mirror, staring at his face stained with water, Old Chen smiled knowingly.

Sang Yi, curled up in the corner of the bed, trembled slightly when he heard the prison guard's footsteps as he left.

His slightly pale hand unconsciously reached for his abdomen.

When I touched the iron lock hanging on the latch.

Sang Yicai gradually calmed down.

He gripped the iron lock tightly.

This spot was originally used to fix screws.

To protect itself, the screw-on nut was tightened unusually.

This is to prevent Lao Chen from seizing the opportunity when he suddenly relaxes his guard.

Therefore, Sang Yi relied on the fact that his martial artist physique had not yet weakened.

For several days, he didn't even think about unscrewing the nut.

Even something as simple as going to the toilet, he held it in for several days.

He could have kept it to himself for several more days.

But I don't understand why the food in prison seems to have improved.

The portion size has increased.

They were afraid the children would go hungry.

Each meal is enough to keep you full for a whole day.

With orders forbidding any waste, Sang Yi ate with extreme pain.

Even with a martial artist's still-healthy physique, such a diet would be unbearable if repeated too often.

Three days.

Three whole days.

Nobody knows what he went through.

He wouldn't even believe a fart he let out was real.

Who can understand the feeling of wanting to go but not daring to?

Even in the dead of night, when everyone is fast asleep.

Sang Yi didn't dare to go either.

In the darkness.

He always felt like there was a pair of eyes watching him, ready to watch out for any rash moves he made.

What awaited him was unimaginable pain and torment.

So Sang Yi kept enduring, and even when he could no longer endure it, he still endured.

She endured until she finally managed to avoid Lao Chen and have some private space.

Sang Yicai felt that the world was full of light and hope.

Seeing the squat toilet again after so long, I was incredibly excited.

I was so excited I almost cried.

Of course, I ended up crying.

These tears were filled with despair and a sense of hopelessness.

They even wanted to change planets or be reincarnated.