Chapter 834

"Hmm..."

"Uh, Chief, would you like to... change your clothes?"

The officer on the side looked at his Chief's clothes soaked in coffee. It must be very hot.

"You guys keep watching, I'll be back soon."

Chief Chen narrowed his eyes, very dissatisfied with Fang Yang's fuss. Of course, it wasn't because of his temper, but because his sudden outburst scared the coffee cup.

Fortunately, due to work reasons, Chief Chen had a few changes of clothes in the office. Otherwise, he would either have to go home now to change, or go to the restroom to simply... wipe it off, and then wear it wet for a day.

"Oh, oh, oh, Chief, take your time."

"... Sigh, whatever."

Chief Chen was a bit numb. Forget it, do whatever you want. He just needed to do his own thing.

"Uh, Brother Yang, what's wrong?"

The four-six prisoner approached Fang Yang cautiously, afraid that the sound of his walking would disturb Fang Yang.

"Sigh, it's nothing, just felt... a bit noisy, but it's fine now, they aren't arguing anymore."

Fang Yang still knew that he couldn't lose his temper randomly, so he responded to the four-six's concern with a pleasant expression.

"That's good, that's good."

The four-six's mouth twitched. They? Could it really be the prisoners' voices?

But they were just eating quietly. It could be said there was almost no other sound.

Furthermore, could it be that Fang Yang had some special ability!?

The four-six's inner worship for Fang Yang grew higher and higher, almost off the charts. Of course, after knowing that Fang Yang's symptoms were due to taking medicine that ruined his brain, the worship disappeared.

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Fang Yang: No, didn't you agree to be my forever little fanboy? You're abandoning me just like that? I despise you from the bottom of my heart.

"That, Brother Yang, shouldn't we..."

The four-six looked meaningfully at the other small pile of prepared ingredients, as if saying, Brother Yang, show your power and let the prison guard brother start eating too.

"Oh, oh, easy to say, let's go."

Fang Yang, who had been cursing, came back to his senses at the four-six's reminder. Looking at the time... it was indeed time to prepare the other part.

Since Fang Yang took over the cafeteria, the prisoners and guards had only one word for the new chef's skills: incredibly delicious!

Looking at everyone's expectant expressions, it was no longer like before: Eating? Isn't that just putting things into your stomach and that's it?

Looking at it now, I'm afraid many people couldn't live without Fang Yang.

After all, in such a place, the essential three meals a day had already been deeply rooted in people's hearts. If you can eat delicious food, there's no reason to eat those... things that aren't even as good as animal feed.

Just as Fang Yang was concentrating on cooking the food for the guards, the four-six felt that the sound of the spatula hitting the pot was a bit... awkward?

Should he find a topic to chat about?

"That, Brother Yang, I've seen many videos of people feeding pets before. What kind of profession do you think that is?"

"Oh? Before? Before you were locked up here?"

Fang Yang's tone was full of sincerity, but the four-six couldn't feel it at all. Instead, he thought the other party was mocking him. But aren't you locked up here too? What else are you talking about?

"I've also seen those pet-feeding videos. Some buy raw meat, medicine, etc., specifically for pets, but some make home-cooked meals for humans. It looks like the blogger eats it themselves, but then turns around and feeds it to the pet, creating a huge contrast for the audience watching the video."

"Right, right, right, that's it. Those bloggers are simply excessive, making me clearly realize that I don't live as well as a dog."

(If you put it that way, I've seen it too. Dishes that look like they have color, fragrance, and taste, exquisite plating, but then they are devoured by pets. I really feel miserable watching it.)

It seemed that they had a common topic, and the long-silent livestream started to have scattered fans speaking again.

(But it really is. I'm also curious about Brother Yang's answer.)

"Is there any difference?"

Fang Yang stopped his cooking movements, clearly lost in thought.

"This, I'm not very clear, because I make it for people."

Fang Yang smiled faintly, his innocent eyes were undoubtedly a killer.

(Good! A good "no way to compare," a good "I make food for people." To be honest, when I first saw them feeding pets raw meat, chicken breast, and many yellow things like capsules, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it.)

(But, ever since many videos appeared showing food made for people being fed to dogs, there have been many comments and views under those videos.)

(No, people are willing to feed whatever they want, why are you so nosy? It's not for you to watch anyway.)

Watching the livestream showing signs of arguing, Fang Yang hurriedly stopped them. If he didn't know where the mute switch was, he would have opened a 24-hour mute.

"Everyone has their own views on this kind of thing. It's better not to comment too much."

The four-six heard this and thought he was talking about him, so he awkwardly rubbed his nose and left.

(Hmm, Brother Yang makes sense. What others do is their own private business, and it has nothing to do with others.)

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Seeming to be scared by Fang Yang's angry appearance, the livestream was now quiet when Fang Yang said to stop.

The fans indeed didn't dare to speak again.

Watching the livestream being unusually quiet, Fang Yang nodded secretly. This was indeed much cleaner. If it were a mobile livestream, he could just put down the phone if he didn't want to see the messages. But ever since he used this high-tech device, Fang Yang would see the livestream interface as soon as he opened his eyes, which was almost enough to make him vomit.

At night, Fang Yang lay quietly on the bed, constantly thinking about Chen Dong's true identity in his mind.

Logically speaking, personnel who can enter the prison shouldn't be said to be on the payroll, but at least they should have a clean identity. So, it was either after entering the prison and the Ghost Tiger Gang... or, it was only after Fang Yang entered the prison that someone made Chen Dong do this.

Listening to the quiet prison cell, as if everyone was dead, Fang Yang could only sigh gloomily.

Originally, the snoring was earth-shattering, but now there was no sound at all, as if they were trying hard to restrain even their breathing. In this situation, except for everyone having their own ulterior motives, Fang Yang couldn't think of any other possibility.

"Hmm?"

Fang Yang looked at the other inmates through the light in the corridor. They didn't know if they were possessed or had discussed it, but they all got up and walked toward Fang Yang together.

This eerie scene made Fang Yang's heart jump.

What was going on? Had they discussed dealing with him?

Then what about Li Ye?

My god, Li Ye got up too?

Could it be that Li Ye organized this night raid?

Thinking of the "billion points" of medicine he had given, Fang Yang felt it wasn't impossible. If he had known, he would have been nicer to Li Ye.

But suddenly becoming good friends would attract others' attention, especially the little guy and that forced prisoner in the prison.

Looking at the figures getting closer and closer, Fang Yang didn't know whether he should resist or pretend to be asleep.

"Go all out! I can't be the one to suffer!"

Holding the idea of hurting the enemy by a thousand and damaging himself by eight hundred, even if the other party had the advantage in numbers, Fang Yang wasn't afraid at all. No matter who was in front of him, he just kicked out.

"My god!"

An exclamation sounded. Fang Yang had no time to think about who the owner of the voice was. After all, there were several other figures. Although they were a bit stunned by his sudden outburst, he should seize the opportunity.

As the noise in the cell grew louder, it naturally attracted the attention of the prison guards.

"Good, good, good, it's so late and you're still not resting. You've rebelled!"

An unknown prison guard cursed secretly, called a few people, and arrested Fang Yang and these prisoners who were fighting in private.

Looking at the prison guard who came here, Fang Yang was full of surprise. No, it's this late, and you're still busy?

Prison guard: Busy? That's right, I'm busy dreaming. Who knew you guys would wake me up.

Fang Yang: Oh, then it's nothing.

"Pfft~"

Just as they were being pressed to report to the solitary confinement room, Li Ye broke free from the prison guard's suppression, rushed toward Fang Yang in front, and tackled him to the ground.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what kind of hatred and resentment is this? Do you feel that since you're going to be locked in solitary confinement anyway, you might as well take revenge?"

The prison guard looked at the two people on the ground and clicked his tongue in surprise. However, it wasn't him who was being beaten, so he could watch for a while. At worst, he would just sleep late.

"Alright, alright, separate them both. Ah~ hurry up and finish so I can go to sleep."

The older prison guard yawned repeatedly, clearly unable to stand this schedule.

"Uh, can't separate them."

Looking at the two prisoners who were tightly and intimately... hugging each other, the older prison guard shook his head. Anyway, they wouldn't die, so that was fine.

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"Lock them together, lock them together, and let them fight it out themselves later."

Creak~ Bang!

The big iron door was heavily closed, which was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

"Alright, what exactly do you want to do?"