1767 The Rules of Prison Number 7
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation | Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lin Yiâs words made Ivan clench his fists.
Driven by his anger, the muscles on his face trembled!
âTake him to Prison Number 7!â
Hearing the mention of Prison Number 7, the police officers responsible for escorting Lin Yi froze in shock.
Their expressions turned grim, as if they had heard something terrifying. âChief Ivan, Prison Number 7 houses extremely dangerous criminals. He is currently just a suspect. Isnât it inappropriate to detain him there?â âWhatâs inappropriate?!â Ivan roared.
âHeâs killed so many people. Thereâs nothing more suitable for him than Prison 7!â
âGot it. Weâll bring him over now.â
Under Ivanâs orders, Lin Yi was taken away.
However, during this process, the two police officers no longer looked fierce.
Instead, they said in a calm tone,
âYou can arrange your last words. After entering Prison Number 7,1 donât think
you will survive for more than a week.â
Lin Yi understood the unspoken rules here and said calmly,
âAre you saying that thereâs no way out of Prison Number 7?â
âItâs just the way it is. That place is full of lawless individuals who are very wealthy and capable of anything. I know youâre powerful and rich, but in Prison Number 7, many inmates are richer than you and fear nothing. Even we hesitate to get too close to it.â
âIsnât this a case of vendetta?â Lin Yi said:
âThe things Iâve done surely donât warrant being locked up there, do they?â âThereâs nothing I can do; youâve angered Mr. Ivan. Of course, if you admit to the murders, I believe you wouldnât end up in Prison Number 7.â
Lin Yi remained silent, indifferent to which prison he was sent to. Alice and the others should be arriving soon.
He only needed to find a place to wait for a while.
Ten minutes later, the three of them had walked a few hundred meters.
Lin Yi saw a brick wall in front of him.
On top of the wall sat a one-meter-tall reem of barbed wire. One could even
hear the sound of electric currents passing through it.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that such a place was impregnable.
Lin Yi had only seen a prison like this in movies before.
He had never thought that one day, he would come to a place like this to experience life.
âThis is Prison Number 7. Go in and stay there.â
The metal door opened and Lin Yi was pushed in.
The area of the prison was half the size of a football field. There were about 70 people inside. Wherever one looked, there was a lifeless desolation.
In Prison Number 7, everyone was locked up together.
The old saying goes, âWhere there are people, there are societies.â
This applies just as well to Prison Number 7.
Where there were people, there were conflicts.
In Prison Number 7, fights and brawls were common occurrences, and every now and then, bodies were carried out.
The guards only verbally reprimanded the inmates, daring not to say too much. Otherwise, their family members might meet untimely deaths the next day.
But beyond these grim realities, there were some things that starkly contrasted Lin Yiâs expectations.
The prison had gazebos, electric fans, and even a small swimming pool. More surprisingly, there were even a few women walking around in bikinis. Lin Yi found this quite shocking.
This was f*cking luxurious for a prison.
When Lin Yi came in, everyone was also looking at him.
It had been more than half a year since a newcomer came to Prison Number 7.
âBoss, that seems to be the person Ivan sent.â
There were six or seven people standing beside the pavilion, and two women in bikinis were flirting with each other.
At the foot of the gazebo lay a half-naked man, flabby and tattooed, enjoying the services of a bikini-clad beauty.
The manâs name was Hassad. He was the worldâs most notorious drug lord.
Before he was brought in, more than 30% of the contraband in the world had flowed through him.
Countless people had died at his hands. At the same time, it had also brought him wealth that could rival a country.
Although Lin Yi was rich, he was still a little lacking compared to Hassad at his peak.
Otherwise, he would not have received such treatment here.
Hassad sat up at his subordinateâs words. He took off his sunglasses and said indifferently.
âGo get him. I want to talk to him.â
The subordinate walked more than ten meters forward and waved at Lin Yi. âHuaxian, come here.â
At the sound of someone calling his name, the leering men turned to look at Hassad.
They felt that things were not looking good.
âWhat does Hassad want to do? Is he trying to recruit him?
âItâs unlikely. Heâs a Huaxia person and not exactly in shape. Hassad wouldnât be interested in him.â
âThatâs good news. If he were trying to recruit him, there would be no spots left for this month.â
Hearing someone call his name, Lin Yi looked towards a black man not far away, âAre you talking to me?â
âOur boss is calling for you. Come here for a moment.
Lin Yi didnât think too much about it. He walked towards the black man and stopped in front of Hassad.
âHuaxian, how did you get in?â Hassad sat cross-legged on the beach bed and sized Lin Yi up with a scrutinizing gaze.
He felt that this Huaxian must have done something unforgivable. Otherwise, Ivan wouldnât have asked him to take care of him.
âI also want to know why I was arrested for no reason,â Lin Yi shrugged. âI take it you had a run-in with Ivan, or he wouldnât have put you here.â âI donât know what he is thinking.â
âIâm sorry to have to tell you this isnât the best place to be. I need to take care of you,â said Hassad.
âThatâs the rule of Prison Number 7- Everyone who comes here has to follow it.â âHmm? What rules? Do I need to pay homage to some kind of authority here?â âDonât be anxious. Youâll know later.â
Hassad gave the black man a look. The man took the hint and left quietly. When he returned a few minutes later with a knife in his hand, Hassad said, âAccording to the rules, you leave one of your hands behind, and then you can stay in Prison Number 7 for a long time.â
Lin Yi couldnât help but laugh a little, âIs that your rule?
âOf course, you can also choose to do it yourself. Thatâs your right. Weâre very democratic around here.â
âThatâs probably not going to work for me. I donât want to leave here missing an arm or a leg.â
âBut this is Prison Number 7- Once youâre here, itâs not up to you anymore,â Hassad said calmly.
âAlso, donât even think about leaving. Itâs easy to get in, but very hard to get out. You might as well make your choice now, itâs too hot to waste time..â