Spy-x-War Showdown-Chapter 79 - 78 Mainly About Qi

79: Chapter 78 Mainly About Qi

79 -78 Mainly About Qi

Buddy walked away.

He didn’t say whether he would help, but Yang Yi felt he would.

Although Yang Yi and Buddy really didn’t have any sort of relationship, Yang Yi could win, and that was benefit enough for Buddy, so Yang Yi was convinced Buddy would definitely help.

The Boxing King was still with his henchmen, but far from Yang Yi and there was no eye contact between them either.

No matter how loudly someone might shout, it isn’t as direct as throwing punches, and everyone, including the Boxing King himself, believed that Yang Yi was as good as dead.

Since Yang Yi was going to be beaten to death, there was no point in venting their anger by humiliating him further.

No one bothered Yang Yi, but he stood up and started walking slowly towards where the Boxing King was.

The prison guards noticed Yang Yi and immediately became more alert, and the prisoners who had been noisily betting quieted down, all eyes on Yang Yi as he slowly approached the Boxing King.

Finally, the Boxing King’s people noticed Yang Yi, then the Boxing King turned around, his face showing a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, involuntarily clenching his fists.

Yang Yi kept walking towards the Boxing King, until one of the Boxing King’s henchmen stood up, pointed at Yang Yi’s nose, and shouted, “Get lost!

If you want to die, just roll back and wait.”

Looking at the African American blocking his path, Yang Yi curled his lips and said calmly, “Get lost; you’ve got no say here.

See those guards?

If you don’t want to catch a few rubber bullets, step aside.”

The Boxing King nodded his head and said with a stern face, “Want to beg for mercy?

It’s a little late for that.”

The boss had spoken, and the African American stepped aside with an angry face, giving Yang Yi a hateful glare.

More than twenty people stood up, with only the Boxing King himself still seated on the bench, looking at Yang Yi with a mocking gaze.

Suddenly, Yang Yi gave a bashful smile, then said loudly, “Hello, Boxing King.

I didn’t want things to turn out this way, so I owe you an apology.

I heard something down there got cut off?

Sorry, but I did mean to do it.”

The Boxing King immediately stood up, his eyes nearly shooting flames, and it was only because his face was so dark that it wouldn’t show how red it really was.

Yang Yi scratched his head and then asked with curiosity, “But I really do want to know, which part got cut off?

Or was it all?

Can you tell me?”

The Boxing King’s body began to tremble, and he took large steps toward Yang Yi.

Yang Yi took two steps back, waving his hands while shouting, “Oh, oh, oh, calm down, just take a moment.

I’m just curiously asking you some questions, I surely don’t want to start fighting here and now.

See the guards?

I think they’re about to shoot.”

The Boxing King stopped in his tracks, then gritted his teeth and said, “I will make you regret being born into this world!

You’re done for, I will kill you, but I won’t let you die quickly!”

Yang Yi said earnestly, “So before I die, tell me, how much did you get cut off?

All of it?

I ask nicely, if you’ve lost it all down there, I could recommend a good place for you, Thailand; they do some nice gender reassignment surgery there.”

One of the henchmen moved to hit Yang Yi, but the Boxing King suddenly bellowed, “Don’t touch him!”

The henchman looked at the Boxing King in astonishment, and the Boxing King, containing his fury with great effort, pronounced every word clearly, “He’s mine!

No one touch him!

I said, I’ll make him regret being born in this world!”

Yang Yi sighed, spread his hands, and then turned to address the crowd of onlookers, shouting, “He still hasn’t answered my question, guys.

Do you want to know if the Boxing King got castrated or not?”

Without waiting for the Boxing King to speak, Yang Yi immediately turned and urgently said to him, “How about this?

You drop your pants and let everyone have a look, okay?”

The Boxing King roared and lunged at Yang Yi with clenched fists, but at that moment, the guards shouted, “Don’t move!

Everyone on the ground!

Or I will open fire!”

Yang Yi once again spread his hands, making a ‘what can you do about it’ gesture, and then he smiled and lay down on the ground.

It has to be said, Yang Yi’s smile was extremely smug, very, very smug, smug to the bone.

Boxing King hadn’t even thrown a punch, yet he was panting heavily, mainly out of anger.

“I’m going to kill you, I swear I will kill you, I will kill you in the most brutal way, and you will regret it, you will definitely regret it…”

Boxing King rambled on, while Yang Yi, lying on the ground, slightly lifted his head and said to the approaching prison guard, “Sir, may I return to my cell now?”

Someone in the crowd whistled, and then whistles began to echo one after another.

A Latino with tattoos all over his face suddenly shouted, “Hey, Boxing King, answer his question!

We’re all quite curious, hahaha.”

The Latino gangsters weren’t afraid of Boxing King at all, so laughter and jokes were thrown at Boxing King ceaselessly.

The prisoners began to laugh loudly, their morality not rising to the point of not mocking someone’s physical defects, on the contrary, they loved exposing and ridiculing people’s weaknesses, especially in the case of Boxing King.

Boxing King was nearly mad with rage, while Yang Yi, he safely returned to his own cell.

Once yard time ended, it was almost lunchtime.

Yang Yi, as if nothing at all concerned him, casually went to the cafeteria again.

And there he saw Boxing King once more.

Now, every time Boxing King saw Yang Yi, his body trembled uncontrollably, mainly out of anger.

But Yang Yi had no intention of just letting Boxing King off the hook.

With his food tray in hand, Yang Yi looked at Boxing King, smiled slightly, and was about to start taunting him again.

Many people were waiting to see the verbal sparring between Yang Yi and Boxing King.

Strictly speaking, they were waiting to see how Yang Yi would provoke Boxing King, and as a result, many folks were not even eating, just focusing intently on watching Yang Yi and Boxing King.

But just then, someone disrupted Yang Yi’s plan.

A Mexican heavyset man suddenly roared, “I’ve had enough!

Enough!

Where’s the hot sauce?

My hot sauce, damn it!

What kind of Mexican food is this without hot sauce?

Where did our hot sauce go?”

The country that can handle the hottest food certainly isn’t Huaxia.

With specialized cultivation, the ranking of the spiciest peppers has always been changing, but one recognized fact is that the chili pepper originated in Mexico.

Furthermore, while the capacity for eating spicy food can’t be precisely quantified, when Mexicans claim to be second in that ability, no one dares to claim first.

For Mexicans, chili pepper is as important as salt, if not more so, and the so-called Mexican flavored food in Pelican Bay Prison was at best mildly spicy, if it could even be called spicy at all.

The Mexican man threw his tray on the floor and raised his arms, shouting, “Protest!

We want hot sauce!

We want hot sauce!”

The Latinos, especially the Mexicans, whether from the same gang or not, all threw their trays on the ground one after another and began to shout in unison for hot sauce.

Just then, a guard yelled, “If you want hot sauce, go buy it yourself!

Everyone calm down!

Do you want to eat bullets?”

Watching the sudden disturbance unfold, Yang Yi couldn’t help but laugh heartily.

He found it very amusing, incredibly amusing.