Jiang Xiaobai, pretending to be asleep, heard those vulgar words and felt nauseous, almost throwing up. He had wanted to ally with Chen Batian, but it seemed he was too naive. There could not be two tigers on one mountain, nor could someone else snore beside one's couch. How could Chen Batian ever allow someone who could potentially overturn his dominion to share a cell with him?
"Chen Batian, I gave you a chance," he said, "but you insisted on putting your head against the muzzle. You can't blame me for not giving you face now."
Chen Batian leapt from his bunk, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, and slowly walked toward Jiang Xiaobai's bunk.
Scholar, curled up in a corner, watched Chen Batian's fierce and malicious approach, and painful memories flooded back. Chen Batian had treated him the same way and he had endured such humiliation.
