Yang Yi wasn't thrown into solitary confinement, but was released straight away, as though nothing had happened.
It was still yard time, and the guards tossed Yang Yi directly onto the playground.
The Boxing King was returned to the yard almost simultaneously with Yang Yi, but while The Boxing King was welcomed by his multitude of henchmen, Yang Yi was all by himself, a solitary figure.
Whenever an opportunity arose, The Boxing King couldn't wait to make threatening gestures and psychological strikes at Yang Yi.
"Kid, figured out how you wanna die yet? You're a dead man! I guarantee you're dead, even if I get sent to maximum security, but you're dead!"
Ignoring The Boxing King's taunts, Yang Yi's chest and stomach were still hurting, so he walked over to a deserted corner by himself and sat down.
Drawing a long breath, he felt a sharp pain in his chest as he exhaled.
"Everyone here is an asshole!"
He muttered resentfully through clenched teeth and began to rub his stomach.
