As expected, Hesse was not given a task.
As a newly arrived inmate, he immediately challenged the “number one” among the prisoners at Isolation Island Prison and became the new leader. Naturally, he didn’t have to take on tasks like Yan Chuan.
During the task assignment, Yan Chuan took the laundry room keys from the guard.
Pushing a cart, Yan Chuan lowered his head and obediently followed the guard to work.
Hesse watched him from behind, smiling enigmatically.
Without needing to turn around, Yan Chuan understood what Hesse meant.
For someone like Hesse, who had quickly become the head of the prison, it seemed foolish to accept the assigned tasks from the guards like he did, being categorized as an F-level inmate.
However, Yan Chuan wasn’t too keen on Hesse’s suggestion to “find a backer.” He wasn’t really a criminal serving time in prison; he didn’t need any support.
The gaze from behind felt substantial, but Yan Chuan straightened his back and walked away.
He was quite resilient; he had survived the previous two scripts without issue, so he didn’t need to rely on anyone.
Yan Chuan pushed his cart away from Hesse.
The laundry work sounded easy, but it wasn’t as simple as it seemed.
First, Yan Chuan had to stuff the filthy clothes into the washing machine in bulk, set the timer, and then take the clean clothes out to put them into his cart.
The clothes were dirty, smelled bad, and were heavy. Yan Chuan had to hold his nose and stuff them in one by one.
Retrieving the clothes was quite troublesome too. He had to load them into the cart piece by piece, like a little squirrel preparing pinecones for winter, carrying them out time after time.
Just the number of times he had to squat down and stand up made his head spin.
But compared to the heavy tasks others received, like moving stones or building walls, this was relatively light.
Yan Chuan continued to work silently.
He was joined by a taciturn inmate named Leon, who was quite slim with many freckles but worked diligently.
He even helped Yan Chuan with the tasks, lending a hand when he saw him struggling to lift things.
“Thank you…” Yan Chuan quietly said as Leon once again helped him load clothes into the cart. “I really appreciate it…”
Leon shook his head, focused on helping him pack up the cart’s contents: “Go on.”
Actually, their work involved taking turns unloading and loading the clothes into the cart to take outside. But Leon completed the loading and unloading tasks alone, so Yan Chuan just had to push the cart, which wasn’t particularly heavy.
Feeling a bit embarrassed watching Leon work so hard, Yan Chuan said, “By the way,” just as he was about to push the clean clothes out, Leon suddenly spoke to him, “You could take a different route and avoid going through the hall.”
There were two paths to deliver the clean clothes: one passed through the lounge where inmates rested, and the other was a corridor. The latter was a bit of a detour and more troublesome. Yan Chuan usually left with a calm demeanor, pushing his cart in front of those rough-looking inmates.
These people seemed scary and were definitely not good. But with guards present, Yan Chuan wasn’t afraid of them causing trouble.
After all, in Isolation Island Prison, the highest authority belonged to the warden and guards; the rest was determined by the internal hierarchy of the inmates.
Leon’s advice made Yan Chuan hesitate. Concerned about any taboo, he asked, “Why… can’t I go through the hall?”
The tall, silent man shook his head and replied, “No, it’s just that you attract too much attention.”
In Yan Chuan’s confused gaze, Leon continued, “Didn’t you notice? Everyone is staring at you when you go out, especially Hesse…”
When Leon mentioned Hesse, he lowered his voice to a whisper that only Yan Chuan could hear: “He’s taken an interest in you, hasn’t he?”
In Leon’s calm yet somewhat gentle gaze, Yan Chuan hesitantly nodded.
The dark-haired, dark-eyed Eastern beauty glanced at the deserted corridor and carefully chose his words: “I suppose, he just asked me if I wanted a backer.”
His current tasks didn’t involve finding any support, so why should he rush to find a man to depend on?
Yan Chuan frowned slightly, generally satisfied with the partner he had been assigned. If he had to stick around the group in the hall… he would prefer to avoid that.
Those people sure were fierce.
Leon wasn’t surprised by the Eastern beauty’s response.
To him, this Eastern beauty seemed as pure as a newly born lamb, soft and white, completely unaware of the many gazes directed his way.
Just stepping out to deliver something earned him quite a few eager but subtle glances.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” Leon contemplated. “At first, it was him who came asking, then it was others, and eventually, it was those without patience…”
“You understand what I mean, right? Initially, they might have some patience with you, but that may not last.”
Yan Chuan blinked.
His long, dark lashes cast a small shadow on his snowy cheeks.
Because of the work, he didn’t realize when his cheek had gotten a bit dirty, like a small cat that had tumbled into ashes.
His entire appearance was now quite bedraggled, far from the carefully maintained image of an Eastern beauty, and he looked pitiful.
Leon sighed as he looked at the bewildered Eastern beauty before him.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to agree to Hesse,” Leon explained. “But Hesse became the boss right after he entered the prison, and his strength is ensured; he could provide you protection here at Isolation Island Prison.”
“If he hadn’t extended an olive branch to you first, the others would have rushed in.”
“Of course,” Leon shrugged nonchalantly, “If he were to die in a ‘contest,’ you could always find someone else to support you.”
Yan Chuan pondered for a moment.
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