Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 246 - 230: Are You Laughing at Me, or Are You Afraid of Me?

Chapter 246: Chapter 230: Are You Laughing at Me, or Are You Afraid of Me?

Tian Tao stood in the bathroom, staring at the bandage-wrapped face in the mirror, a flame burning in his eyes.

Swish—

Suddenly, the sound of a toilet flushing came from the cubicle.

The on-duty prison guard was adjusting his belt and glanced casually at Tian Tao standing by the mirror.

As soon as their eyes met, he quickly looked away, cautiously greeted Tian Tao, and then hurriedly left the bathroom.

Tian Tao continued to stand silently in front of the mirror, faint spots of red seeping through the white bandage, his cheek muscles twitching from time to time. The intense pain was nothing compared to the humiliation deep in his heart.

"He’s afraid to look at me?"

"Why is he afraid to look at me?"

"Is he scared of me?"

"Or is it..."

Tian Tao’s heart felt like it was being pricked by countless needles, every breath a terrifying torment.

His small but sturdy body trembled uncontrollably, his hands tightly gripping the cold edge of the sink, his fingers turning a dark shade due to the excessive exertion.

In the past, he was the fierce captain, as robust as a bull calf, and although not tall, he was a giant in spirit.

He was certain that in his prison block, every inmate and guard looked at him with awe.

But today, in the afternoon, when he was tackled to the ground by Wang Cong, his cheek bitten and torn like a mad dog, the fear and pain howling, and his face wrapped in bandages, Tian Tao felt that the eyes of everyone in the prison block looked at him strangely.

"Though they wore calm expressions and greeted me respectfully, did they think I couldn’t see the contempt hidden in their eyes?"

"They are mocking me!!!"

Tian Tao gritted his teeth, making them creak as he slowly walked out of the bathroom. He looked up at the electronic eye overhead that flickered with red light, as if he could see a smug grin hiding behind the surveillance screen.

Tian Tao abruptly turned his head to glare at a nearby cell. On the wide bed by the door, an inmate preparing to sleep suddenly opened his eyes, as if sensing something.

In his drowsiness, he saw on the square iron window on the door, a frightening white head without features, its sinister eyes staring at him intently.

His body, wrapped in a quilt, shivered in fear, nearly screaming, thinking he had seen a ghost.

Realizing only after covering his mouth with his hand quickly that it was just a face wrapped in bandages.

"Is he laughing at me?!!"

"Even the inmates dare to laugh at me??"

Looking at the inmate covering his mouth to hide his laughter, steam seemed to rise from Tian Tao’s head. He took the key from his pocket, opened the cell door, and stepped inside.

Quickly.

Ferocious cries echoed in the cell, waking the inmates on the wide bunk.

They looked at Tian Tao in horror, who swung his fists like a madman, repeatedly pounding a cellmate’s face.

This time, Tian Tao didn’t use an electric baton but chose to feel the softness of flesh and blood with his fists.

Under his punches, the flesh gradually sunk, skin and flesh turned outward, presenting a harrowing sight. Tian Tao seemed to relish the pleasure that this strength brought, his bones seeming to become sturdy again.

"Are you afraid of me?" Tian Tao’s voice angrily pressed.

"Ah, you’re afraid of me, ah ah ah!"

His roar was filled with madness and ferocity, the white bandage dyed crimson. It was hard to tell if the blood was from the inmate’s face or black blood seeping from Tian Tao’s laughing wounds, creating a terrifyingly chaotic scene.

The inmate did not have a chance to answer Tian Tao’s question before he died, but his sunken face seemed to provide Tian Tao with the answer he sought.

He released the corpse on the ground, looked at the row of inmates trembling against the wall, and instantly felt everything was back to normal.

With a refreshed spirit, he stepped out of the cell, his blood-streaked "head" held high. He glanced at the electronic eye overhead, sneered at the distant patrolling guards, laughed heartily, and returned to the duty room.

The inmates in the cell lowered their heads in fear, not daring to look directly at his departing figure.

In the corridor, patrolling guards also instinctively avoided Tian Tao’s gaze.

At that moment, the red light of the electronic eye overhead seemed to pause briefly, and the frame rate of the surveillance footage suddenly dropped significantly.

In that unnoticed moment, a vague shadow appeared in the corridor, a blurred mosaic on the surveillance footage.

The shadow seemed like a fleeting ghost, silently following Tian Tao into the door of the duty room.

Tian Tao sat back by the bed, picked up a quilt, and haphazardly wiped the bloodstains on his hands.

Then, he took out his phone, dialing Chang Wei again.

—The number you are dialing is turned off, please call again later.

The mechanical female voice from the phone made Tian Tao frown. Impatiently, he hung up the call.

He glanced at the call log, which showed that he had called Chang Wei over a dozen times since the afternoon, but the calls were never answered.

After a moment of thought, Tian Tao lowered his head, opened the text message interface, and began to compose a message on the virtual keyboard:

District Chief Chang, something unexpected happened, Wang Cong betrayed us, Feng Mu he is not dead, please quickly.....

Tap, tap, tap, the sound of typing suddenly stopped, Tian Tao’s fingertips halted in the air.

His heart skipped a beat, terrified to find that on the cold blue glow of the phone screen, a reflection of one, two, two overlapping faces faintly appeared.

One was the red bandaged face, the other was...

"Is there someone else in the room besides me?!!"

This thought exploded in Tian Tao’s mind, his whole body stiffening as he slowly raised his neck, confronting a slightly feminine and neutral face, those indifferent eyes staring back coldly.

The face seemed somewhat familiar, seen only this afternoon when "he" lay quietly on the icy floor of the cremation room, mingled with the incomplete corpses.

Tian Tao’s heart tightened sharply, nearly halting. His voice trembled with fright: "Chen Ya?"

His eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets, staring at the familiar face before him, then at the fitted prison uniform confirming he hadn’t mistaken the person after all. Instantly, a chill surged like an electric current from his spine, spreading rapidly throughout his body.

If one had to describe his ghostly fear at that moment, it might just be like that inmate’s terror seeing himself wrapped in bandages through the iron window?

Chen Ya ignored Tian Tao’s terror, using two fingers, he softly pinched Tian Tao’s phone, lifted it gently, glanced at the message content, and said with intriguing intent:

"Are you sure you want to send this message as your last words, hmm, to another dead person?"