While the new protagonist brimmed with confidence, already envisioning wealth, influence, and plotting his first pot of gold. Our other protagonist within the prison walls simmered in irritation so dense it bordered on violence.
The iron door creaked open.
A dented metal tray slid across the floor and stopped at Ye Chen's feet.
He stared down at it.
A cloying stench rose instantly—sour, greasy, rotten. It was a kind of smell that made the stomach twist even before the mind could process it.
"This thing… is it even meant for humans to eat?"
Ye Chen slowly lifted his head and stared at the meal-delivery inmate with killing intent.
The inmate assigned to food delivery froze.
The moment their eyes met, an invisible pressure crashed down on him. It felt as though a wild beast had locked onto his throat. His instincts screamed danger. His body reacted before his mind could catch up, and he staggered back two steps, nearly losing his balance.
