Chapter 199: The Inspection

Yan Chuan was startled! He looked around, trying to discover who was causing the commotion, and hurriedly moved away a bit.

However, the room was crowded with people; upon closer inspection, he realized at least dozens of individuals were densely packed, leaving him with no place to hide. Unless… he found himself pressed into the arms of the person who had just helped him.

Yan Chuan bit his lip, recalling the man’s not-so-friendly smile, hesitating.

After a brief moment of uncertainty, a guard’s displeased shouting erupted, “What are you screaming for, you animals!” The heavy-footed guard was angry, swearing loudly. He sprayed water around the room with a water gun, breaking the attention of those still mimicking Yan Chuan’s speech.

In the crowd, Yan Chuan naturally got drenched as well. From head to toe, the cheap fabric stuck wetly to his skin, making him uncomfortable. He tugged at the hem of his soggy shirt, just about to wring it out a bit, when the guard sprayed water toward him again.

“Hey!” the guard’s boisterous voice rang out, “What are you dithering for, brat! Are you waiting for someone to help you take it off? Quickly strip down for inspection!”

Not only the people in the room turned to look, but even the guard stared, prompting Yan Chuan to feel an intense heat wash over him.

The undisguised, mocking gazes from everyone felt like they were laughing at him, with Yan Chuan standing utterly clueless at the center stage, unsure of what to do next.

They were all waiting for him to take off his clothes.

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Chapter 65: Isolation Island Prison 2

Yan Chuan felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. The overhead lights were glaringly bright and the chaotic noise mingled with incomprehensible strange calls, he even heard a whistle.

Not a good omen.

This was the only thought left in Yan Chuan’s mind.

That handsome but fierce-looking young man, who had just briefly assisted him, leaned against the wall, a smirk on his face, staring directly at him without blinking.

Behind the young man was a group of tall, burly men, Caucasians with exaggerated height and physique. Yan Chuan, with his slender East Asian figure, stood here almost like a juvenile.

The eyes of this group were fixated on him, showing no attempt to hide their scanning gazes.

With the wet fabric clinging to his body, he felt as if he were completely naked under their scrutiny.

Instinctively, he hunched his shoulders, appearing even more fragile and delicate, and with that pale, beautiful face, he looked even more pitiful.

His soft, dark hair was wet and clung to his snow-white cheeks. His eyes looked rounder and brighter, like translucent obsidian, with a halo of shattered moonlight scattered in the center of his pupils. His lips were a faint rosy hue, pressed tightly together, giving him an utterly pitiful expression.

Of course, in addition to the protective instinct, it also stirred some deep-seated, malicious destructive urges.

None of the people in this room were kind individuals.

“Strip!”
“Oriental beauty!”
“What’s going on?! Shut your mouths!”

The guard was unable to control the situation, bellowing at the top of his lungs. His heavy footsteps paced back and forth in anger as he waved the water gun in his hand: “Hey! I’m talking to you! Quiet!”

However, the people in the room were not afraid of him at all.

Anyone assigned to Isolation Island Prison was a seriously notorious criminal; why would they fear a guard with only a water gun? The guard had no choice but to pull out his service pistol and fire it into the ceiling.

“Bang!”

With that sound, the crowd in the room finally subdued, albeit reluctantly.

The guard strode over in a furious manner, forcing his way through the people surrounding Yan Chuan, and yelled, “Hey! Are you deaf…”

Meeting those starry black eyes filled with moisture, even the furious guard couldn’t help but soften his tone a little.

“Strip down for a wash and inspection,” the guard retorted, “I’m just afraid you unruly criminals might bring contraband into the prison; clothes can’t be allowed inside! A bunch of brats!”

This time, he did not use the water gun, so Yan Chuan wasn’t splashed all over. Yet, the guard still insisted that he undress for inspection.

Before entering the prison, he had to strip and accept the “inspection” before being allowed to change into the striped prison uniform.

[Wife! I’m here!]
[What’s going on, why are there so many strong men? Prison drama?]
[Oh my, Yan Bao looks so small and pitiful in the crowd.]
[Wuwuwu, there are bad people here. Who will protect my wife?]
[Sorry, Mom is a bad person. I want to see Yan Bao undress in front of so many men.]

Under the guard’s vicious urging, Yan Chuan’s fingertips had no choice but to touch the buttons of his shirt.

The fabric of the shirt was coarse, and the buttons were difficult to undo. Yan Chuan’s wrists trembled slightly, making it all the more difficult to apply strength.

His fingertips, tinted with a hint of pink, struggled for a long time before the first button finally popped open.

A slender, white neck emerged.

“Do you want me to help you with that?” suddenly spoke the young man with green eyes, standing in front of Yan Chuan with his arms crossed, his tone teasing, “Your hands still shaking? Such a coward?”

Yan Chuan lowered his eyelids, his dark lashes casting shadows over his eyes. Upon hearing the words, he didn’t raise his head but merely pursed his lips tighter.

Ignoring him, the green-eyed man didn’t persist in speaking, his sharp eyes scrutinizing Yan Chuan closely.

Because he managed to undo the last button.

The thin, white chest was revealed, partially obscured by the shirt, even showing a slight sheen of moisture.

Under the light, his soft skin appeared almost transparent, tender and delicate, like a milk pudding served on a plate. There was a youthful slenderness, with hardly any curves, as though it hadn’t matured properly.

Compared to the surrounding tall, muscular men, he truly was a delicate and slender “Oriental beauty.”

The secretive gazes around him became even more fervent.