It wasn't an easy job to find a prisoner who was willing to break out of jail with you. As for Yang Yi, the only chance he got to interact with other prisoners was during break time.

However, on one particular day, Yang Yi got to meet a new inmate in a way that he could have never expected.

While Yang Yi was finishing doing a handstand inside his cell, he started to see a view of a guard's legs approaching his cell. Along with the guard were another pair of legs, except they seemed to belong to a prisoner as they were shackled by heavy metal handcuffs.

Realizing that the guard was already at his cell door, Yang Yi quit doing the handstand and front-flipped his body to the ground.

Before the guard said anything, he took out his baton and slammed it onto Yang Yi's cell bars.

You've got yourself a new roommate, wretch, the guard said as he slapped the prison bars with his baton.

Wretch. That was Yang YI's new nickname in prison. He got it from starting fights all the time.

He had stopped involving himself in fights for a while, but the name Wretch was stuck to him. Well, the guards continued to call Yang Yi that, but so far no other prisoners dared to call him that to his face.

The prisoner brought in was a Caucasian man in his thirties. Even with a slightly humped back, he stood pretty high at 180 centimeters. On a first glance, he actually looked somewhat handsome with his glasses on, but there was an eccentric vibe emitted from his overall demeanor.

Get in, the guard said as he opened the cell door. Even though the prisoner had his handcuffs taken off him, the shackles around his feet remained intact.

Have your eyes on him, wretch. If he tries to break those shackles, beat the shit out of him and then tell us, the guard commanded, then disappeared from Yang Yi's sight.

'What kind of maneuver is this?' Yang Yi paused in shock and thought, 'Did Owen do this? If so, what was he thinking, replacing my cellmate with a thief that just tried to escape the prison?'

Hey, buddy. He was talking about you, the shackled prisoner suddenly said, then sighed.

Mm? Yang Yi turned his head as his thoughts were interrupted.

This is a pretty good place, the shackled man started talking to himself as he looked around the cell, Much better than Los Angeles, I would say. Hey man, how long have you been here?

A year and a half, Yang Yi replied.

Do you know who I am?

No.

Key, that's my name, the shackled man said in a shady voice, Alright buddy, tell me who's in charge of this place. I'll give you a reward if you tell me who's the toughest one in this sector.

Yang Yi wasn't quite sure how to respond to Key's question, but Key wasn't waiting for him anyways. Instead, Key walked towards the bed and began examining it.

Hey, care to help a brother out? Key asked bluntly, Put your stuff on the top bed. I'm sleeping at the bottom.

Judging from how the bed was made, it was obvious that Yang Yi had been sleeping on the bottom half of the bunk bed for a while now. In fact, Yang Yi hadn't changed the spot he slept in ever since he shared a room with Zhang Yong.

Apparently, this Key person wasn't aware of his own circumstances. Either that, or he was trying to challenge Yang Yi's authority and claim the position of boss of the cell room.

Come on, don't just stand there. I'm tired enough already, Key said as he stretched out and yawned.

What's your real name? Tell me what crime you committed and how long your sentence is, Yang Yi said as he simply ignored Key's request.

Hey, you Key was starting to feel quite annoyed but quickly changed his tone as he noticed the pile of stuff Yang Yi had in the corner.

What have you got there? Key asked.

Cigarettes, Candies and some instant noodles.

Yang Yi actually had a lot of food with him at this point. Apart from what Yang Yi had robbed from other inmates, there were also quite a few offerings that were given to Yang Yi by his admirers and underlings. Since there was too much food to store in his cell, Yang Yi simply piled them in the corner and covered them with a piece of cloth.

Key paused for a bit. As his head shifted between Yang Yi and the pile of food sitting in the corner, he suddenly spoke in a much more obedient tone.

My name is Hank and I'm here for theft. I originally had an eight-year sentence, but it's now extended to twelve because I tried to break out of this place. So instead of eight years, it's now been extended by four years.

What did you steal to have a sentence that serious? Yang Yi asked curiously.

Well, it's a long story. I'm very much into stealing artworks and jewelry and whatnot. The reason I was caught was because, uh, the police found me when I was trying to sneak into a mansion in Los Angeles. If it weren't for my lawyer, they would have probably given me a life sentence instead of eight years.

Be more specific. How did it turn out like that? Yang Yi asked skeptically. Eight years seemed way too long if Hank was arrested only for stealing.

Well, I happened to find a porn video with a senator in it as part of the main cast. I didn't know I was stealing from the home of a politician, but there I was, trying to find something valuable and boy was there was a lot of great content in that tape! Anyway, I uploaded the video and was then targeted. Someone tried to have the police ambush my house. They were trying to frame me for stealing a national secret document and they were going to sentence me to life imprisonment for it.

With a smug voice, Hank continued the story, I didn't touch the safe where they said they stored the important documents, though. I deliberately chose not to touch it because I knew there was something wrong with it. The hidden cameras they hid couldn't get the footage of me touching the safe, so I was sentenced to eight years instead of life.

It's twelve, isn't it? You got four extra years, Yang Yi asked as he counted with his fingers.

Oh, that's for breaking out of prison. Like I said, I managed to get out of here. Things just happened to turn out not as planned.

Before Hank continued with his story, Yang Yi suddenly pointed at him. His finger then pointed at the wall, Yang Yi grabbed a towel and started wiping his sweat.

Go do an Asian squat in the corner over there. Cover your ears with both of your hands. Don't move unless I tell you to.

Without showing any signs of resistance, Hank quickly walked to the wall after throwing his sheet on the top of the bunker bed.

I want your feet rooted on the ground, and do not lean against the walls, Yang Yi ordered coldly.

Hank followed the order and proceeded to do an Asian squat, but his legs just couldn't tolerate standing at an angle that low. As he struggled to remain as still as he could, Hank was sweating.

If Hank didn't see the pile of food lying in the corner, he would be still talking to Yang Yi with the same cocky attitude that he had when he just arrived. However, as quick-witted, as Hank was, he immediately realized that Yang Yi was not someone who could be tested easily.

In fact, Yang Yi had the authority to abuse any newcomer he wanted. Yang Yi wasn't the kind of person to enjoy bullying other prisoners, but it was clear to him that in order to receive respect in prison, acting ruthless was sometimes the most effective method.

After Hank squatted in the corner for half an hour, Yang Yi finally spoke to him again.

Your name is Key, am I right? Sounds like you know how to open locks.