Spy-x-War Showdown-Chapter 77 - 76 Can’t Go Any Lower

77: Chapter 76: Can’t Go Any Lower

77 -76: Can’t Go Any Lower

Yang Yi wasn’t thrown into solitary confinement, but was released straight away, as though nothing had happened.

It was still yard time, and the guards tossed Yang Yi directly onto the playground.

The Boxing King was returned to the yard almost simultaneously with Yang Yi, but while The Boxing King was welcomed by his multitude of henchmen, Yang Yi was all by himself, a solitary figure.

Whenever an opportunity arose, The Boxing King couldn’t wait to make threatening gestures and psychological strikes at Yang Yi.

“Kid, figured out how you wanna die yet?

You’re a dead man!

I guarantee you’re dead, even if I get sent to maximum security, but you’re dead!”

Ignoring The Boxing King’s taunts, Yang Yi’s chest and stomach were still hurting, so he walked over to a deserted corner by himself and sat down.

Drawing a long breath, he felt a sharp pain in his chest as he exhaled.

“Everyone here is an asshole!”

He muttered resentfully through clenched teeth and began to rub his stomach.

A cage fight was inevitable; Owen would arrange it.

Owen would be very happy to see Yang Yi die, as it would be easier to cover up the fact of one person substituting for another.

Although the real Benjamin might pose a bit of a problem, it would be a clean and permanent solution for Owen and the entire prison.

Yang Yi was watching The Boxing King.

The Boxing King’s physique was extremely robust; his neck looked almost as thick as his head and, despite having not an ounce of excess flesh, his body still appeared massive.

Essentially, whatever Tyson’s physique was like, so was The Boxing King’s.

Except for their faces, every other part of them seemed as if carved from the same mold.

Then there was Yang Yi.

Although not short in stature, he seemed too weak in comparison.

If The Boxing King was a heavyweight, then Yang Yi was a lightweight.

A heavyweight boxer weighs over 201 pounds, while a lightweight boxer weighs 135 pounds, or roughly 61 kilograms.

It might look similar, but the difference spans eight categories, with heavyweight being the top and lightweight ranking ninth.

If this were a boxing match, it wouldn’t be a fight at all, given the massive disparity between the two boxers.

Yang Yi was at an absolute disadvantage and without even fighting, it was clear he was doomed to lose; thus, no one would bother watching such a match.

Fortunately, this wasn’t a match, and there were no rules.

Whoever survived would be the winner.

Or maybe both would be losers, but there certainly wouldn’t be two winners; because once inside the cage, only one could come out alive.

Overall, from any angle, Yang Yi was set to lose, because although he could use weapons, so could The Boxing King.

No one had stipulated that The Boxing King could only use his fists.

Any person with normal intelligence would bet on Yang Yi’s loss.

And indeed, the bets had already begun.

Buddy was the one taking the bets; whether or not he was the dealer was unknown, but a great many prisoners crowded around Buddy, frantically placing their bets with him, while Buddy just kept on writing in a small notebook with a pen.

It was as if he were watching someone else’s business from afar; Yang Yi sat on the ground, watching with a cold, detached gaze.

Just then, Chris, who had always intentionally kept his distance from Yang Yi, walked over and sat down beside him.

Pulling out the triangular spike hidden inside his clothing, he quietly passed it to Yang Yi.

After Yang Yi had concealed the spike again, he whispered, “Thanks.”

Chris whispered back, “Don’t mention it, you owe me one.”

Yang Yi smiled and said, “Yes, I owe you one.

If I get the chance, I will repay you.”

Chris sighed and said, “I think you won’t have the chance to.

Although you’re really talented, you shouldn’t have taken on the Boxing King in a cage fight.

You might stand a chance if you took him out by surprise, but in a cage fight, you’re truly done for.

You’re smart, why would you choose to face off against a professional boxer like him?”

Sighing, Chris shook his head and said in a low voice, “You’re about the same age as my son.

I don’t want to meddle, but when I see you, I can’t help but think of him, so I really don’t want to see you die.

But there’s nothing I can do; all I can do is wish you good luck.”

Yang Yi smiled and asked, “You will see your son when you get out, won’t you?

Or has he not come to visit?”

Chris took a deep breath and said quietly, “He can’t come because he’s dead.

He died when he was twelve.”

Yang Yi’s smile faded, and he said softly, “I’m sorry, I’m very sorry.”

Chris shook his head and replied, “No need to apologize; I’m the one who brought it up.”

Not knowing what to say, Yang Yi remained silent, while Chris, after a moment of silence, continued softly, “I used to have a decent job, a happy family.

But then a drunk punk crashed into our yard, and my son died.

Everything fell apart.

I shot and killed the driver, but now I regret it so much.

I should have killed all four of them in the car!

I really should have.”

Yang Yi asked softly, “You killed the driver, so you ended up here, right?”

Chris nodded and said quietly, “Yes, of course.

I did what any angry father would do, but I didn’t do it right.

Before the cops showed up, I only managed to kill the driver.

I thought, whoever drove, I would kill, but I was wrong, so wrong.

I went to prison, and the other three punks later entered my home and shot my wife.”

Clenching his fists, Yang Yi said in a low voice, “How could that happen!

What about those three?

What happened to them?”

A helpless smile appeared on Chris’s face, then he said in an ethereal voice, “The cops caught them, but they were all minors.

The longest sentence one of them got was ten years, the shortest just two.

Now they’re all out, while I’m still in here.”

Yang Yi shook his head and said quietly, “Damn it…”

Chris shrugged and stated, “Of course, they deserve to die, but that’ll have to wait until I’m out.

Sorry, I can’t die or extend my sentence.

You’re a very polite young man, reminds me of my son, but sorry, I still can’t help you.”

After finishing, Chris patted Yang Yi on the shoulder and smiled, “The best I can do is to bet on you to win, two packs of cigarettes.

That’s the only support I can offer.”

Yang Yi laughed and said, “I don’t think that counts as support.

Well, let’s call it moral support.

Tell me, how do I place a bet, and what are the odds?”

Chris smiled and said, “Oh, you might be disappointed because everyone’s betting that you’ll be the one to die.

The minimum bet is one pack of cigarettes, and if you win, it turns into twenty packs.

If you lose, it’s one pack for one cigarette.

Since the stakes are cigarettes, the odds really can’t get any lower.”