Yang Yi returned to his own cell.
Upon seeing Yang Yi, particularly watching him returning to his own cell, Chris seemed incredibly surprised.
"You're back? You actually didn't die? That's great! That's so great!"
Chris climbed up from his bed, patted Yang Yi on the shoulder excitedly, and then said with a face full of emotion, "It's good that you made it back. You did it, you really did it!"
Yang Yi cracked a smile, then suddenly punched Chris in the stomach.
"Ugh."
With a groan, Chris immediately bent over and, as he staggered backward clutching his stomach, he looked at Yang Yi with disbelief and said, "Fuck! Why did you hit me?"
"Your son's about the same age as me, right? Your wife was killed by someone who came to your door, right? You're waiting to get out of prison to take revenge, aren't you?"
Yang Yi asked several questions in a row with a cold laugh, walked up to Chris, and then another fierce punch sent Chris sprawling onto the bed.
