3:30 PM.
Wang Ye arrived alone at the entrance of the labor tool storage.
Two guards stood at the door, smoking and chatting idly.
"...There’s nothing to manage, just a few brats ting out their own justice inside. They’re all bad seeds; whoever kills whoever deserves it," said the middle-aged guard with a laugh.
"It’s not that I want to manage, I’m just afraid that the higher-ups will find out we’re involved and that we’ve taken so benefits... What if we get caught?" the younger guard asked.
"Don’t worry, I’ve been here for 20 years, this kind of thing is common. Usually, it’s the young punks from the outside who get caught and continue their feuds inside. It all depends on who has the backing at ho," the middle-aged guard said.
"But what if that kid really gets beaten to death in there? What then?" The young guard still had so concerns.
"Relax, they won’t kill him. At most, he’ll be out in half an hour. If he doesn’t co out, we’ll go in; they won’t kill anyone in such a short ti. At most they’ll drag him to the hospital for an IV. When the ti cos, both sides will get a beating, and they won’t have anything to say," replied the middle-aged guard.
As the two guards were talking, they saw Wang Ye approaching and imdiately fell silent. Pretending not to notice him, they let Wang Ye into the storage, moved aside, and then locked the door from the outside.
Entering the warehouse, Wang Ye had been here countless tis—a small room of 140 square ters, with iron barrels, mops, shovels, and other tools piled in a corner.
Xiao Tian and six other youths sat in the corner. Seeing Wang Ye co in, he waved, signaling his companions to surround Wang Ye.
"Wang Ye~ co here, let have a look at you~" Xiao Tian said with a smile.
A slightly sturdier youth grabbed Wang Ye from behind, pinning his arms and forcing him to face Xiao Tian.
Skilled at this, Xiao Tian unfastened his prison clothes buttons, exposing his chest and belly.
His abdon was a dark, bruised expanse, but the damage didn’t reach the organs; it was just muscle trauma. The cuts made by the small patches were swollen, barely scabbed over.
Caressing Wang Ye’s thin abdominal muscles, Xiao Tian said, "Not a bad recovery, the scabs have ford."
Using his fingernails, he peeled off each of the crusty edges, revealing the tender, white flesh beneath. Blood began to seep out imdiately, rolling down slowly.
This pain was nothing to Wang Ye; silent, he observed his surroundings.
He had studied the layout of the room countless tis already. There were too many potential weapons available, but only one exit.
He had rehearsed in his mind countless tis how to take down these six individuals—it was not too difficult, but the price was excessively high.
There were guards outside the door, and it was locked from the other side. Even if he could quietly and quickly dispatch Xiao Tian and his crew, getting out of the door would still an confronting the guards. By then, the events inside the warehouse would be exposed.
He thought of his mother, who had cried a river on the day of his sentencing. To save on the car fare, she walked over 20 kiloters to visit him every month.
"I can’t just die... over sothing like this..." Wang Ye couldn’t bear the thought but had no choice but to endure.
"Make a sound~ It’s so boring if you don’t cry out," Xiao Tian mocked.
He had picked off all the scabs from Wang Ye’s wounds, leaving them raw and bloody, painful just to look at.
"Do whatever you want to do, just quit the bullshit!" Wang Ye said angrily.
"Still playing tough, huh~ Hehe~ I like your resistance~" Xiao Tian laughed.
He plunged his fingers into Wang Ye’s wounds, stirring maliciously, his nails cruelly mashing the tender flesh inside.
Wang Ye squinted his eyes, and his abdon involuntarily tensed up, revealing the outlines of his six thin abdominal muscles. The pain raised the hairs on his back as well.
"You can really take it~ Tough little man, aren’t you~" Xiao Tian said with a chuckle.
Enduring the pain, Wang Ye’s toes wriggled inside his shoes, he clenched his teeth tightly, and his white-knuckled fists exposed the strain on his joints.
After toying with him for a while, Xiao Tian threw several hard punches into his abdon; dull thuds reverberated through the storehouse.
They only inflicted punishnt on the body, with injuries concealed under clothes. Xiao Tian knew the unspoken rules of the reformatory well; in this place, he was the king.
Suffering in silence, Wang Ye closed his eyes, wishing for it all to end quickly.
But Xiao Tian was relentless. "You’ve got to make so noise for , make it interesting; you’re like a punching bag, no cries no matter how hard I hit, too dull."
"Even so, I still find it quite amusing to torture you~ I know quite a lot about your stuff," he continued.
Wang Ye looked at him and said, "What do you know?"
"I know more than just your na. I also know that you killed six people outside, mowed down a bunch, and you are a strong person. And abusing a strong person is an interesting affair," Xiao Tian said with a smile.
Wang Ye wasn’t surprised. He guessed that the officers of the reformatory had leaked this information to Xiao Tian, considering Xiao Tian was a regular here, and his family had greased the palms of all the right people. It was no wonder he knew so details about others.
"I also know your mom is a street vendor, your dad was a soldier who died at the border after getting beaten up, leaving just you and your mum~ right?" Xiao Tian continued.
Startled, Wang Ye asked, "How do you know all this?!"
"I also know where you live~" Xiao Tian said with a smile.
"What are you going to do..." Wang Ye asked in a grave voice.
"I told you, didn’t I? I like to abuse the strong~ once I get out, I’ll go find your mom~ and do to her everything that I did to you~ and then, I’ll record it and send the video to you~ hahaha~ hahaha~" Xiao Tian said with a sinister laugh.
Wang Ye’s eyes narrowed.
"What’s the matter? Say sothing~"
As he spoke, Xiao Tian grabbed Wang Ye’s shoulder and delivered a fierce punch to him.
By now, Wang Ye had reached a breaking point.
To strike was to face the death penalty, but what if he didn’t strike?
Xiao Tian would be released at the end of the year, whereas he would still be locked up, unable to do anything if they hard his mother.
Not to ntion, two years later, and then another 20 years...
"I cannot let you guys out," Wang Ye said.
"Huh?" Xiao Tian was taken aback.
Wang Ye took a deep breath and threw a front kick that unexpectedly hit Xiao Tian in the abdon. He felt his heel nearly puncture through Xiao Tian’s stomach, almost kicking right through him.
Xiao Tian’s eyes bulged, his body swiftly retreating backward until he landed on his buttocks and slid over four ters across the ground. A stream of urine spurted through his pants, staining them with a wet patch.
The remaining five guys were about to attack Wang Ye!
Wang Ye jerked his head backward with all his might and stomped down with his heel on his assailant’s toes. While the youth binding him from behind didn’t let go, the binding force lessened significantly.
Having just taken a punch to the cheek, Wang Ye abruptly shrugged his shoulders, flipping the youngster behind him to the front, both falling to the ground.
As feet trampled over his chest and shoulders, Wang Ye, heedless of the danger, scrambled towards the pair of legs nearest him. He grabbed the boy’s buttocks and charged forward, hoisting the youngster up and hurling him into a pile of equipnt.
He successfully broke free and stood up, facing two attackers rushing towards him!
Wang Ye took a punch, blocked with his left hand, and at the sa ti, he delivered a punch with his right hand to another’s nose, causing it to bleed profusely as the boy stumbled back several steps.
Then ca a sweeping leg kick to Wang Ye’s side, eliciting a grunt from him. He wrapped his arms around the nearest youth, grabbed a shoulder with his left hand and lifted the leg with his right, picking him up from the ground and subsequently lunging forward, his body airborne, slamming the opponent down hard.
He rolled on the spot and saw a shovel flying towards him. Ducking down, he seized the opportunity to charge, wrapping his arms around the adversary’s waist, bringing him down. Then, mounting him, Wang Ye pinned the boy’s right hand with his left and relentlessly pumled his face with his right fist.
After five blows, the boy went silent. Wang Ye grabbed the shovel and chased after another who was running towards the door. With a sweeping strike, he broke the youth’s ankle bone. The boy’s body flipped horizontally through the air before crashing to the ground.
Wang Ye approached, drove the shovel down at the neck and the youngster spat out a mouthful of blood, his body trembling.
Wang Ye struck his head several tis with the shovel until the boy no longer moved. Then he turned to deal with the others.
"Stop hitting... please stop..." the youngsters pleaded.
Wang Ye brought the shovel down on a face, its blade slicing through nasal cavities making the entire face hang from the shovel. He shook it, knocking the boy down, and went after another with the shovel.
The toolshed was sared with blood, Xiao Tian urinated blood, cowering in a corner. Wang Ye approached, kicking him straight, stepped on his chest, and drove the shovel down towards his mouth.
With a snap, a whole set of teeth along with the jawbone was shovelled away.
Wang Ye kept shovelling until he was sure they were indeed dead, and only then did he stop.
Demons populated this room.
And demons must die.
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