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Dragging his scar-covered body, Yang Yi was thrown into the cell by two prison guards.
The cell was indeed a mess, as everything Yang Yi had saved up had vanished, and his bedding was thrown on the floor. As for his knife, it had, of course, been found and taken away by the guards.
"Brother Yong, oh Brother Yong, you really did screw me over..."
He muttered to himself as he got up from the floor. He'd been beaten badly, but not to the point where he couldn't walk; his hobbling was all an act.
Sitting on the plank bed and waiting for the guards outside to leave, Yang Yi grimaced as he moved his body, then lay down on the edge of the bed.
The bed was fixed to the wall, but there was a small gap. Yang Yi found a thin thread and began to pull it out.
