Without even glancing at Hesse, she treated him as if he were invisible.
The newcomer’s defiance was thrown aside by the cool and stubborn Eastern beauty at the dining table.
Hesse absentmindedly held the bread in his hand, finally snapping back to reality as he watched the delicate silhouette of the Eastern beauty, realizing that he had been ignored.
With a stern expression, Hesse turned his head to find everyone staring at him, and at the bread he had yet to offer.
“What are you looking at?” Hesse shouted, “Eat your own food!”
His tone was fierce as if he was about to strike someone, and the onlookers quickly diverted their eyes, focusing on their own trays instead.
However, it was evident that the Eastern beauty would rather starve than accept Hesse’s bread.
With a cold face, Hesse tossed the now stale bread back onto the tray, losing all appetite for food.
Unfortunately, a newly recruited subordinate approached, oblivious to the atmosphere, and asked, “Boss… isn’t anyone eating?”
Hesse snorted coldly, “Get lost!”
The author has something to say:
(Hugs Yan Bao) (Points) This guy is the villain! Let’s not pay any attention to him.
Spoiler alert: The prisons in this world originated from research facilities involved in illegal experiments, creating artificial monsters and the like. (Praying hands)
Chapter 67: Isolation Island Prison 4
Perhaps it was his abrupt refusal of Hesse and the decisive action to leave that left Hesse speechless, just watching him go.
Yan Chuan, realizing this, felt a small sense of relief.
He didn’t understand why he had suddenly rejected Hesse, even standing up and directly disregarding his authority.
Maybe it was because of the half piece of hard bread on the tray.
Standing at the tray collection area, Yan Chuan pondered for a moment before deciding it was best to leave.
After all, Hesse was not known for having a good temper; he had witnessed how quickly this young man could turn hostile the day before.
That was seriously frightening.
Yan Chuan pressed his lips together and tucked the remaining half piece of hard bread into his pocket.
He was just a pitiful F-grade criminal; if he had to work, that was fine, but he could barely fill his stomach.
He also had to face threats from someone like Hesse.
Yan Chuan felt even more miserable.
He sighed, realizing that if he couldn’t find another way to eat, it would be difficult to survive long enough to complete the main task: escaping from Isolation Island.
When lunchtime ended, Yan Chuan returned to his work in the laundry.
After Lyon had moved the clothes in the morning, with the help of his small cart, he had nearly finished all his work for the day, leaving just a few finishing touches.
However, Yan Chuan didn’t just stick around; he walked back and forth, pretending to be busy to handle the occasional passing guards.
Even while working, he needed to find moments to slack off.
During this rare break, Yan Chuan found a clean-looking mat to sit on the ground, chatting with Lyon as they engaged in idle talk.
“When did you come in?” the black-haired, black-eyed Eastern beauty turned to him, revealing a lovely, fair face. “Was it a long time ago?”
Yan Chuan asked this because Lyon seemed quite familiar with Isolation Island Prison.
Lyon had been working in the laundry for a while; he had probably been there for some time and must know a lot.
Considering his task, Yan Chuan decided to ask.
“Not that early,” Lyon mimicked Yan Chuan’s motions and sat down on another mat. “It’s been about two months since I arrived at Isolation Island.”
Yan Chuan responded with a soft “oh,” and suddenly a bit of curiosity arose within him.
Lyon appeared friendly and quiet, just like he always was, which made Yan Chuan wonder: why ended up in Isolation Island Prison?
He discreetly observed the person beside him.
Possibly because his gaze was a bit too direct, Lyon turned his head. “Hmm? Do you have something you want to ask?”
Yan Chuan shyly shook his head.
He thought about it, realizing that such a question might not be appropriate to voice. Moreover, he remembered that this script was a solo narrative; except for himself, everyone else was an NPC, which meant they probably ended up there due to various crimes.
Most likely, they were guilty of unforgivable sins.
Thinking of this made Yan Chuan feel a bit more cautious.
Oh right, how could he forget that Lyon was also a criminal?
He subtly shifted his distance while pretending to organize clothes.
But Lyon just smiled.
“Are you wondering what I was imprisoned for?” he asked.
Yan Chuan didn’t know whether to nod or shake his head, replying softly.
“Financial crimes,” Lyon’s smile faded, his expression becoming flat. “I took the blame for my embezzling superior because he would pay a substantial compensation to my family for medical treatment.”
Yan Chuan slightly parted his lips, revealing a touch of surprise.
“I’m sorry…” Yan Chuan pursed his lips and said sorry, then added, “I was imprisoned for theft.”
Lyon’s smile returned.
“Oh?” he chuckled, “That wasn’t apparent, but you should be the most harmless person in this prison.”
Yan Chuan nodded lightly, then thought of something. “What about Hesse? Do you know him?”
Actually, he was quite curious about how Hesse got in; it didn’t seem like he was guilty of petty crimes.
He looked like quite a dangerous person.
“Serial killer,” Lyon smirked slightly. “I had heard of his deeds even before I was imprisoned. He’s the heir to a certain organization, but I don’t know why he ended up here.”
That was indeed a bit strange.
Yan Chuan murmured thoughtfully, unsure what the social backdrop of this script was like, but guessing it wasn’t a stable society.
It didn’t surprise him that Hesse was an organization’s heir, but that he was also sentenced to Isolation Island Prison… that was quite peculiar.
Yan Chuan contemplated, “By the way, when I went to deliver clothes, I saw many office-style rooms around the corner in the corridor. Do you know what they are?”
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