The room was filled with dust, and his coat was completely covered in it. His face surely bore the marks as well, speckled with dirt.
Yan Chuan’s heart raced.
He couldn’t determine whether he wanted to be found or not.
Being located by Hesse meant he would stand with the prisoners in this turmoil, having to join them in opposing the prison guards and the unknown monsters lurking around.
The upside was gaining freedom, but he needed to think of how to sneak onto the supply ship.
If he waited quietly with the guards, anticipating the warden to personally come looking for him, it would mean aligning with the guards and facing the rebellious prisoners who might be armed at any moment.
The advantage in this chaotic prison was that the guards were temporarily in control, as they managed the locks on all the gates.
However, the downside was that there were prisoners infiltrating the guards’ ranks, and the leading prisoner was particularly aggressive.
Yan Chuan felt a chill crawl up his spine.
Because he was crouched under the table, his view was limited, allowing him only to see the legs of the people in front of him.
The prisoners were rummaging through the room, but their time was also limited; they needed to conduct the search quickly to find whoever they were looking for.
The guards had crammed him into a corner, where, from the outside, even the abandoned table he hid under was invisible.
The footsteps grew nearer, then suddenly moved away, leaving his sight.
Yan Chuan felt himself trembling.
It was a completely uncontrollable shiver, and he could even hear a buzzing in his ears.
The moment the footsteps vanished, he heard a guard behind him exhale softly.
Had they left?
Yan Chuan didn’t know, but the guard remained vigilant, never loosening the grip on his chin.
He was starting to struggle to breathe, and he patted the guard’s iron-like arm, which eased up slightly.
But it only allowed him to breathe freely; he still could not make any sound.
The guard continued to remain alert.
After a few minutes, the commotion in the corridor faded away.
The searching prisoners had moved to another location.
A thought crossed Yan Chuan’s mind.
He realized he had passively chosen the side of the guards.
He was now with the camp that opposed the prisoners, still responding to the uprising.
Yan Chuan wasn’t sure what expression he wore; he didn’t know which side to choose in this situation.
He could only follow the guard’s instructions and crawl out from under the table to take a breath and change locations.
However, as soon as he squeezed out from the narrow corner, he collided with someone’s legs.
Dazed, someone supported him so he could stand up.
“You…” Yan Chuan’s voice was muffled, and his cheeks still bore imprints from where he was covered. He looked up to meet a familiar face.
It was Hesse.
The young man with green eyes looked grim and bore injuries.
He had noticeable abrasions on his nose, and his eye sockets were bruised and discolored.
It looked menacing, and on Hesse’s naturally fierce face, it was even more intimidating.
He resembled a beast that had just emerged from a primal jungle, having endured a fierce battle.
Yan Chuan was stunned.
When had Hesse become so badly injured?
A warm, somewhat coarse hand reached out and gently wiped the dirt from his cheek that he hadn’t noticed before.
“Poor thing,” Yan Chuan heard Hesse say.
The comments flooded his mind, teasing him about being a pitiful green-eyed puppy who was about to explode from not seeing his wife for a few days and nearly getting into a fight with the guards.
“I was just trying to tell my wife when watching from the God’s perspective yesterday, but the show doesn’t let contestants see the comments, and spending money wouldn’t help either.”
“Oh please, just thinking about what to start in the live broadcast turns on the paywall for points, and giving points to the contestants also costs money… Evil escape variety show! It’s all your fault for bringing in a beautiful wife that makes me hurt!”
“Yan Bao, are you feeling pity? Send more, we love it.”
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Chapter 80: Prison on Isolation Island 17
Yan Chuan didn’t know what to say.
He could only slightly part his lips, widening his eyes but was unable to utter a single word.
The handsome young man wore a stern expression, his lips turned down as if burdened, and his gaze was heavy as he dragged Yan Chuan out from underneath the table.
His arm was strong, and he appeared quite imposing. Yan Chuan, caught in those piercing green eyes, froze, akin to a kitten being held by the scruff.
Then he was pulled out.
Yan Chuan didn’t even have the time to brush off the dust from his body and face before he was exposed to Hesse’s cold and heavy stare.
It was entirely different from how he used to look at him. Previously, there was a clear hint of teasing in Hesse’s gaze; now, it resembled a profound sea, ready to erupt at any moment.
Yan Chuan had no choice but to lower his head.
Initially, he wanted to ask Hesse why he had chosen to act now…
But the situation wasn’t looking good.
Just that morning, he had been with the warden, restrained and monitored. Now, he was hiding with the guards in an abandoned room, evading the seeking prisoners, and had been captured.
The one who had grabbed him was his former benefactor, one of the victims he had once manipulated.
It felt a bit like a scoundrel being confronted by those he had wronged.
Yan Chuan felt a bit disoriented, with a dull pain in his knee.
He didn’t realize he had bumped it when the guards stuffed him beneath the table earlier; it seemed to have caused an abrasion. The wound had picked up dirt and was rubbed against the coarse fabric, burning with pain.
However, the worst pain wasn’t from that.
Yan Chuan lowered his eyelids, feeling a stinging heat on his face.
Hesse’s gaze had completely changed.
Not only did it change, but he also ordered an unfamiliar prisoner behind him to take the guard designated by Ariel and bring him to another place. Then he arranged for others to assist, paying no attention to Yan Chuan.
But Yan Chuan could sense that Hesse was very angry.