Yan Chuan frowned, “Why?”
What did Hesse know about the prison?
The man squatting in front of him merely shook his head.
After explaining, Hesse exited and closed the door behind him.
Yan Chuan refused to give up, standing by the door, peering through the bars outside.
The person assigned by Hesse stood diligently at the door, not straying even a step away.
Seeing Yan Chuan approach, they asked if he needed anything, saying he could tell them if he did, but he couldn’t leave.
Yan Chuan: …
It seemed he truly couldn’t get out.
Reluctantly, he shook his head, indicating he had no desires.
Under the watchful eyes of the guards, he obediently returned to sit.
Yan Chuan was still determined not to give up.
He certainly couldn’t stay in the cell as Hesse suggested; he needed to complete his tasks.
Moreover, he had no idea what Hesse intended to do or what role the prison warden, this NPC, played in the script.
And there was also that “monster.”
Staying in the cell would only put him in a passive position.
The supply ship would arrive within two days; it was his only chance to complete the main quest.
However, Hesse had instructed the guards outside not to let him out.
Yan Chuan felt conflicted, biting his lip.
The door was locked, and with the guards outside watching, he certainly couldn’t leave.
At this moment, no one else was likely to come looking for him; even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to enter.
But with Hesse absent, all he had to manage was the two unfamiliar inmates outside.
Yan Chuan lowered his head, glancing at his knee.
When he was carried back, he didn’t need to walk, and the wounds near his joints didn’t hurt too much. But as soon as he focused on them, they began to throb subtly.
He rolled up his pant leg and, as expected, discovered significant bruising around his knee.
The dark purple marks on his fair skin appeared especially severe.
Yan Chuan blinked.
Outside, the inmates carried out their duties.
In truth, the guard duty was quite dull; they couldn’t move freely and had to pay constant attention to any sounds coming from inside the cell, which was somewhat taxing.
Though these two inmates didn’t show it on their faces, being confined for so long was indeed stifling.
The only thing that could comfort them was that being watched was the prison’s renowned Eastern beauty.
They had no names in the prison; they heard that a beautiful, delicate Eastern beauty had recently arrived at the Confinement Island Prison.
They even heard she was a petty thief.
When they hadn’t seen her in person, they didn’t think much of it, assuming that a “beauty” couldn’t come to such a prison and that it was merely the long-term inmates losing their minds.
But upon seeing her today… indeed, she was a beauty.
Completely unlike them, the same style of prison uniform looked loose on her, outlining her slender, delicate figure, which was truly extraordinary.
With soft black hair and a gentle appearance unlike that of Westerners, her features included refined brows and a fair face. Her eyes, dark and lustrous, seemed to hold a pool of water.
Even when she frowned, she looked gorgeous, fragile and beautiful like something out of a painting.
She had even protested when the leader carried her back upon learning she would be locked up.
The inmates found it hard to describe this beauty whom they had never seen before.
Yet the force used in her reprimanding was hardly painful, akin to being scratched by a cat.
The leader showed no reaction of discomfort at all; instead, he hoisted her up and tossed her onto the bed.
They didn’t hear what the leader said to the Eastern beauty, but when he arrived, his lips were slightly swollen, and the coat he wore was taken off by the leader and wrapped around her.
Among them, one bolder inmate sneakily glanced and noticed faint red marks on that delicate, fair neck.
Clearly, she had been bullied severely.
“Knock knock.” Suddenly, someone knocked on the iron door.
This sound snapped the inmates back to reality.
They exchanged glances, and one of them cautiously approached, asking, “What’s up?”
The new leader was not fond of others staring at his people, which was why they had been hesitant to look up moments ago.
“My knee is injured,” the slender and beautiful Eastern beauty gently uttered.
Under the inmates’ curious gazes, she took a step back, signaling them to look at her calf.
She lifted her pant leg above her knee, revealing her slender, straight legs, with even the joint area a light pink.
However, there was a large, obvious bruise in the snow-white flesh, dark purple and blue.
“It just happened…” the beautiful Eastern beauty frowned, displaying a slightly troubled expression. “It hurts; can you take me to get it treated?”
The inmates had just shifted their gaze away from her delicate flesh when they heard the Eastern beauty kindly add, “You can follow me, but I’m really in pain. If I don’t get it treated, it will be worse tomorrow.”
“Hesse…” the Eastern beauty directly addressed the new leader by name: “He won’t be pleased either…”
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