Inside the cell.
At this moment, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
All the criminals looked at Chen Yu with faces full of terror, also gazing at the title over his head "World's Top Serial Corpse-abusing Murderer".
The cell boss, who had slapped Chen Yu, turned even paler, moving his body subconsciously backward.
Serial corpse-abusing murderer...
And he's the top one in the world?
What on earth had the prison let in?
Chen Yu, standing in place and seeing how everyone else was cowering, slowly calmed down, touched his head, bent over, and put his hat back on.
"..."
"...Originally, I just wanted to mingle with you all like an ordinary criminal."
"You're forcing me to get rough here."
Suddenly, Chen Yu kicked the cell boss hard, sending him tumbling, "So it's you who calls yourself the boss, huh?"
"No, no no no, big brother," the cell boss quickly got up, crouching defensively with his head covered, "Misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."
"Try hitting me again and see what happens," Chen Yu also squatted down, pointing at his own head, "Come on, hit me."
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare," the cell boss smiled obsequiously, his hands together in prayer, bowing again and again to Chen Yu, "I'm nothing but a fart, big brother, you're the boss. I wouldn't dare hit you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll compensate, I'll pay you money."
Hearing the key word "money," the rage that had been building up in Chen Yu due to stress slightly eased, he reached out and rubbed the bald head of the cell boss, "What, I say I killed some people, and you don't believe me?"
"I believe, I believe!" the bald cell boss was utterly scared, as if he was about to kowtow, "You... you're in here for murder, and since you're not wearing shackles, I didn't recognize you. Big brother, you've got skills, don't stoop to my level."
"Who dares to put shackles on me?" Chen Yu stood up, hands on his hips, looking around the room.
The criminals all stepped back fearfully.
Having been locked up for so long, they were all clever and cunning.
A "serial murderer" of "global" notoriety, being put into this little prison.
And not wearing shackles no less!
What kind of powerful backing must he have?
Hence, more than the title on Chen Yu's head, the "intimidation" hidden within it was what truly frightened these scumbags...
"Alright, the one who looks like a monkey, come here. You're quite good at hiding, why didn't you crawl into the toilet?" Chen Yu found a trembling person behind the toilet.
It was the criminal who had tried to intimidate him when he first arrived.
"Big brother, my lord!" the pointy-faced monkey-cheeked criminal got up, hands raised high, "I was wrong, please don't hold it against me. I'll compensate you too."
"How did you get in here." Chen Yu walked slowly forward, pinching the criminal's "sharp" chin.
"I... I have it on my head."
Chen Yu glanced at the other's label "Fraudster," frowning, "I'm damn asking you a question."
"Ah I, I, I am a fraudster."
"How much are you going to compensate me?" Chen Yu stared directly at the criminal's face, licking his lips.
"One... one... hundred thousand, is that okay big brother? My assets were confiscated, I don't have much... much left over."
"Deal, now squat on the toilet!" Chen Yu was secretly pleased, maintaining an angry façade, he shouted, "Don't move a muscle!"
"Yes, yes," the pointy-faced monkey-cheeked man immediately scurried onto the toilet, hands over his head, squatting there.
"How much are you compensating?" Chen Yu looked towards the bald cell boss.
"One million. I'll give you all my money, big bro," the bald cell boss panted heavily, "From now on you're my big brother! I'll follow you! What's mine is yours!"
Chen Yu: "..."
Facing away from Chen Yu, squatting on the toilet, the criminal was shocked, raising a thumbs-up in admiration towards the cell boss.
"One million..."
Chen Yu's boiling anger suddenly dissipated, he stood where he was, feeling somewhat at a loss.
Not to mention in this world.
In his past life before he got transmigrated, he had never even seen what a million looked like...
"Um... um, you sit down," Chen Yu struggled to keep his expression calm, waving his hand, "Let's say no fight, no acquaintance. From now on, within the entire human activity range, I've got your back."
"Big bro is awesome! Big bro, take a seat here!" the bald cell boss was thrilled, hurrying over, respectfully helping Chen Yu sit on his own cot, "I am truly... I am so lucky today. From now on, I will go through fire and water for you, without any regrets."
"Oh?" Chen Yu was surprised, sizing up the cell boss, "You also read Red Chamber."
"This...this is from the Three Kingdoms... oh right, Dream of the Red Chamber." The chief nodded repeatedly: "I've also watched Dream of the Red Chamber."
"Hmm." Chen Yu nodded and looked around again: "What else was there... bunk chief for bunk one, thug for bunk two, detective team for bunk three and four, are you setting up a gang or what? Who is the thug for bunk two?"
"Me, it's my big brother." The man on the toilet with a sharp, monkey-like face was almost crying: "It's...it's me."
"Where's your stick then?" Chen Yu asked.
"Ah... that... that 'stick' means I'm pretty... pretty tough in here. It's not...not about an actual stick."
"Squat down! Slap yourself!"
"Okay, okay!" The sharp, monkey-faced man swiftly started slapping his cheeks.
"And the detective team for bunk three and four?" Chen Yu frowned: "I was caught by detectives. You dare to use that name."
"We...we are..." A long-faced criminal, pulling along a square-faced criminal, nervously moved out from the crowd.
"What does 'detective team' mean." Chen Yu asked.
"It means... we're the enforcers. We listen to the chief." The long-faced criminal swallowed hard.
"But now we listen to you." The square-faced criminal suddenly prostrated himself: "Big brother! From now on, you are my big brother!"
"Me too." The long-faced criminal also came to his senses, bowing down: "I...I... am willing to be your disciple, with no regrets."
"Me too!" The square-faced criminal bowed again: "I also watch Dream of the Red Chamber."
"That's actually Three Kingdoms!" The chief threw a plastic water bottle over: "Don't pretend to be cultured if you're not!"
Chen Yu turned his head, looking suspiciously at the chief.
The chief realized his mistake and hastily gave Chen Yu a thumbs-up: "Big brother, that's Dream of the Red Chamber for you..."
...
Time.
Like a toilet flushing at the push of a button, it hurriedly passed by.
Just like that, a week flew by.
That morning, the Deputy Chief of Hongtukeng Police Station—a middle-aged officer—accompanied by two police officers, a man and a woman, arrived at Qingcheng Prison.
To conduct a "prison visit" for Chen Yu.
"These days, Chen Yu must have suffered quite a bit." The female officer adjusted her police cap, her expression somewhat worried.
"Let him learn a lesson." The middle-aged officer sat down at the visitor's seat behind the glass, expressionless: "I think from middle school on, kids should be taken on prison tours. Let them see for themselves what kind of punishment a criminal deserves."
"Here comes the Chief." The male officer next to them stiffened, pointing ahead.
The middle-aged officer and the female officer looked in the direction indicated, and sure enough, they saw Chen Yu walking towards them in handcuffs.
"Hmm... he seems to have gained some weight." The female officer frowned.
"Gained quite a few pounds." The male officer corrected: "Was he beaten up?"
"Hello, Deputy Chief." Chen Yu sat down across the middle-aged officer, separated by the glass, and greeted warmly: "And miss, you're getting prettier."
"Have you been beaten?" The female officer asked seriously, the first to speak.
Chen Yu's status wasn't exactly that of a regular criminal, and if he was really subjected to "malicious" treatment in prison, that would be problematic.
"Ah? No, why would I be beaten?" Chen Yu waved his hands.
"Chen Yu." The middle-aged officer leaned forward, his gaze unwavering as he looked straight at Chen Yu: "How's it been inside? Any regrets?"
"Staying pretty well." Chen Yu burped: "About to achieve financial freedom."
The middle-aged officer: "???"
Chen Yu smacked his lips, satisfied: "The brothers inside are generous and talented, I love it here."
"..." The middle-aged officer fell silent for a moment: "Take off your hat."
"Sure." Chen Yu obediently took off his hat, revealing the title "World's Top Serial Slaughter and Dismemberment Murderer."
"Good lord." The male officer clicked his tongue: "Not a word changed."
"Obstinate and unrepentant! If the title doesn't change, you'll just continue to stay inside!" The middle-aged officer was furious, slammed the table, stood up, and left without looking back.
"Chief!" The male officer quickly followed.
"What were you thinking? Going out and taking revenge on society!" The female officer turned to look at her boss, distressed: "Incurable! If you continue like this, you might really get sentenced!"
"There's more good stuff coming?" Chen Yu's eyes lit up.
The female officer: "..."
...