Under normal circumstances, prisons don’t have single rooms, let alone luxurious suites usually found only in novels.
However, before Mo Yang moved into Mingshan Prison, the warden earnestly inquired if he needed a deluxe single room. The reason given was that a national hero should receive appropriate treatment.
Mo Yang was deeply moved but declined.
He preferred to sleep in a shared room. At least that way, he could prevent the possibility of some annoying research maniac sneaking into his room in the middle of the night. Heh, even if he was in prison now, so what? The behavior of someone with a terminal illness couldn’t be rationalized. Being around more people gave him a sense of security.
So, Mo Yang and his two buddies were allocated a more advanced eight-person cell with a bathroom, large windows, a desk, and bookshelves.
Because Mo Yang specifically requested to get to know the various bigwigs in Mingshan Prison and hinted that he might persuade them to mend their ways and stop causing trouble. After much consideration, the warden, believing in the extraordinary power of the savior (?), arranged for him to share a room with the bigwig from Zone Two, Ge Lei.
After making this arrangement, the warden repeatedly expressed his unease:
“Ge Lei is the boss of Zone Two, a violent man who doesn’t hesitate to resort to physical violence. He ended up in prison after ‘accidentally’ killing his tutor, nanny, and girlfriend. Despite his connections in the business and political circles through his father and grandfather, he wasn’t sentenced to death primarily because medical examinations showed he was in a mentally disturbed state when committing the murders. He has intermittent mental illness. So, he’s been under our watch.”
“Although Pan Yulong from Zone Three also enjoys a good fight, at least he’s clear about his likes and dislikes. As long as you don’t provoke him, there won’t be any major issues. But Ge Lei, he’s different. He practically does as he pleases every day, without remorse. He’s already served ten years and will be out in another year or two. I can almost guarantee that once he’s out, he’ll kill again. So, Mr. Mo, are you sure you want to live with him?”
“Don’t you want Song to accompany you?”
Mo Yang nodded with a deadpan expression, his tone cheerful, “Don’t worry, leave it to me. I’ll teach him to be a better person within a few days.”
Song Kefeng vehemently objected nearby, “This won’t work. You’re practically a cripple now, barely able to take care of yourself, let alone call for help if something happens. If we don’t stay together, there won’t even be a chance to call for help. Brothers should stick together in prison. You’re abiding by the law and serving your sentence, and I should do what a brother should do, protect your safety in prison.”
Mo Yang rolled his eyes skyward, “Old Dog, please. Can’t you just go catch criminals freely? I can handle it myself.”
Song Kefeng firmly refused, “No. I don’t believe you.”
Tang Mian added seriously from the side, “No, I don’t either. Even though in the Dream World, you were a big shot, but all the changes that the Dream World brought have been fading away this past month. Whether it’s physical strength or sudden boosts in intelligence, all these changes have been disappearing. Can you still use your mental power to attack others?”
Mo Yang clicked his tongue.
If it weren’t for the fear of someone taking advantage of the information, I’d really like to tell you that my mental power hasn’t faded at all. Instead, it’s been slowly growing.
This kind of change was evidently different from any other Dream World player’s, so although that research maniac Wan Mei was eager to study it, besides him, only he could experiment on himself. Heh, watching that guy poke himself with needles for tests while recording, truly… I deeply regret accepting his confession back then. Wan Mei should have lived a lonely life. And as for himself, he should have lived in the midst of endless flowers.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Song Kefeng: “Hmph.” So, you’re discriminating against me being single, huh? I must have been blind to consider you a brother and accompany you in prison!!
Tang Mian suddenly chimed in, “Yeah, Song, you’re not getting any younger, and after this significant contribution and severe injury, Dr. Wan said you’re seriously lacking physically. You’d better rest more during this time. Use this time to find a girlfriend. At least leave something behind.”
Song Kefeng: “…” I hate spoiled rich kids and official scions the most!!
In the end, Black Dog still ended up living with Ge Lei as he wished.
After dinner, Mo Yang was pushed by Song Kefeng and Tang Mian into the four-person cell where Ge Lei resided. Originally, this room housed four people, but Ge Lei had successfully injured and driven away several of his cellmates. As a result, he had been “promoted” from a four-person cell to a single room.
Ge Lei saw Mo Yang being pushed in.
He observed Mo Yang sitting in his wheelchair, looking aloof, while Tang Mian and Song Kefeng were preparing his bedding.
Ge Lei squinted his wolf-like, fierce eyes, scrutinizing Mo Yang, who coldly met his gaze. Then, this thirty-six or thirty-seven-year-old man slowly revealed an excited yet menacing smile.
Song Kefeng was very sensitive to the response of such scum. He instantly turned around, his eagle-like eyes locking onto the man. In the moment of eye contact between Song Kefeng and Ge Lei, Ge Lei quickly averted his gaze. However, Song Kefeng’s expression turned serious.
“He’s a habitual killer who enjoys murder without bearing the consequences. Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”
Even though Song Kefeng had personally arrested numerous criminals, he wanted to smash their heads every time he saw them. Unfortunately, due to his public office and status, he couldn’t do so. However, Mo Yang didn’t have such constraints.
Mo Yang chuckled lightly.
“Old Dog, what exactly are you worried about? He’s a murderer, and I’m a murderer too.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll teach him to be a better person, to reflect seriously like me and bring benefits to the world.”
Song Kefeng: “…” He almost forgot that Mo Yang was the craftiest and “cruellest” criminal he had encountered in his career. Almost mistook him for a decent guy just because he turned himself in. Bah.
Without looking back, Song Kefeng left.
In a brotherly manner, Tang Mian added to Mo Yang, “You must hold on. If something happens, scream; we have money. Grandpa still thinks you’re serving time at the research institute. Don’t get hurt, or else I’m afraid I’ll be beaten to the point of not being able to take care of myself by that old man.”
Mo Yang clicked his tongue, “Alright, get lost. Time is precious, and I’m about to start my educational career.”
Tang Mian rolled his eyes. He thought that his childhood friend had such a bad temper, yet he still managed to find a partner. It was truly an outrage against humanity.
As soon as the iron door was locked, Ge Lei, who had just been looking down, swiftly turned his head. He suddenly chuckled twice, stood up from his bed, and looked down at Mo Yang from a higher position.
Mo Yang locked eyes with him.
The next moment, without any warning, Ge Lei swung his fist at Mo Yang’s abdomen. Mo Yang could still hear his excited, breathy sounds, as if he had finally found someone to unleash his aggression and madness on.
Mo Yang chuckled. Indeed, the first step in educating scum was to give them a good beating.
It was true that his legs couldn’t move.
But he had a wheelchair.
Mo Yang pressed a button on the wheelchair, and just before Ge Lei’s fist could touch him, Mo Yang’s supposedly immobile legs extended at an almost impossible speed, thanks to a button on the wheelchair. He swiftly kicked and knocked over the unprepared Ge Lei.
Ge Lei roared in pain, and Mo Yang, expressionless, remarked, “Don’t discriminate against the disabled, okay? Although my legs can’t move, I can still kick you.”
Ge Lei, infuriated by the mocking words, roared and lunged at Mo Yang, finally uttering his first sentence: “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you, kill you, kill you!!”
The prison warden, constantly monitoring the surveillance of Mo Yang’s side of the prison, gasped when Ge Lei attempted to attack Mo Yang, breathed a sigh of relief when Mo Yang used his wheelchair to fend off the attack, and then witnessed Ge Lei seeming to go crazy wanting to kill someone. Instinctively, he was about to shout to save Mo Yang.
However, what followed was an extraordinary scene captured on the surveillance footage, albeit somewhat amusing—
Mo Yang’s sophisticated-looking wheelchair suddenly sprouted sharp steel needles from various angles. The entire wheelchair, except where Mo Yang was seated, was covered in steel needles almost half the length of human arms. As Ge Lei’s fist swung towards Mo Yang’s side, it struck one of these steel needles, causing him to howl in pain, clutching his hand and staggering backward several steps.
He stared at Mo Yang’s hedgehog-like wheelchair in disbelief for a long time before uttering, “You—”
Mo Yang’s poker-faced expression was full of mockery, “Wrong. I didn’t modify this wheelchair. You shouldn’t curse me. I felt just as terrible as you did when I found out it had this function.” Then, he turned to the surveillance camera, “Warden, for the sake of my personal image, please turn off the surveillance. I don’t want to look like a hedgehog.”
The warden: “…”
Then, Mo Yang turned his head, eyes sharp and eager to find an opening to strike Ge Lei. Suddenly, his gaze turned piercing, and an invisible surge of mighty mental power penetrated Ge Lei’s mind. From the surveillance footage, it appeared as if Ge Lei, about to strike Mo Yang, froze in place as if stunned by Mo Yang’s loud shout—
“Stop!!” Mo Yang thundered.
Ge Lei froze, fist raised.
“Considering we’re destined cellmates, let me enlighten you about the socialist core values! Help you become a good person!”
Mo Yang’s voice was full of vigor, completely uncharacteristic of someone disabled.
Then, the warden watched as the new heroic figure spent the entire night lecturing the most brutal and insane murderer from Sector Two on values and how to be a good person.
In the surveillance footage, the once fierce and insane Ge Lei transitioned from raising his fist to sitting down in a state of shock, followed by a contemplative and agonized expression. Finally, at four in the morning, this unrepentant mentally ill murderer displayed tears and pleaded.
He tearfully begged the aloof and composed Mo Yang, requesting something.
“I was wrong. I didn’t recognize the severity of my actions.”
“I won’t kill again, I won’t use violence recklessly anymore.”
“Please, let me go to the bathroom and get some sleep, can I?!”
Then, the big shot Black Dog revealed a look of pity and compassion. “Go ahead. There’s immense greatness in recognizing one’s mistakes and changing for the better.”
The warden: “…” I haven’t slept all night, feels like I’ve seen a ghost!!
The next day, in the breakfast hall, everyone discreetly glanced at Ge Lei, realizing that the Sector Two bigshot looked more haggard than ever before. They heard he became roommates with that new guy in a wheelchair. Was that wheelchair guy really that amazing?
Even Tang Mian noticed and asked Mo Yang excitedly, “Did you handle him?”
Mo Yang, enigmatic as ever, shook his head. “Not yet. One night isn’t enough to make him completely change his ways; he must be plotting revenge. But it’s alright, I have plenty of time.”
Song Kefeng: “…” He had a lingering feeling that something terrible happened last night; he needed to check the surveillance later.
I can sense Wan Mei’s diabolical energy all over this chapter