Spy-x-War Showdown-Chapter 75 - 74 Do You Dare

75: Chapter 74: Do You Dare?

75 -74: Do You Dare?

When Yang Yi walked out of the garbage disposal room, he had a smile on his face.

Now, a triangular pyramid about thirty centimeters long hung on his waist, with a handle long enough to grip and a blade long enough to be lethal with a single thrust, as well as convenient for carrying and hiding.

Thirty centimeters is an appropriate number, as studies have shown that this is the ideal length for a military dagger.

Besides the plastic spike, there was also a plastic stick on Yang Yi’s waist, around sixty centimeters in length, with a suitably thickened handle and a diameter of about two centimeters.

Any thicker would be hard to conceal, yet the uniqueness of the stick lay in its scoop-like shape at the top.

It took a lot of effort for Yang Yi to form the shape at the top of the stick, which more closely resembled a fist-sized pot with a small mouth but a large belly than a spoon.

One might wonder why the stick had a pot-like shape at the front.

Of course, it was to enhance its power.

The flexibility of a plastic stick was definitely adequate, but its lightness detracted from its effectiveness as a blunt weapon.

Yang Yi might face situations where combat meant life or death, so a weapon that could only cause pain without being fatal was better off not used at all.

Therefore, the stick Yang Yi carried was designed with an expandable function; if he could find suitable heavy objects to fill the fist-sized pot, its power would dramatically increase.

Such objects might include stones, chunks of cement, or even sand and pebbles—if it were iron filings, that would be even better.

The material didn’t matter as long as it could fit in.

So, on his way back, Yang Yi picked up any items that could add weight, such as small stones.

There wouldn’t be any large rocks in the prison, and even stones larger than chicken eggs were rare, but tiny pebbles smaller than the tip of a finger were easily found, if not ubiquitous.

When Yang Yi returned to his own cell and waited for night to fall, only then did he take the plastic stick from his waist.

While the plastic was still pliable, Yang Yi bent it into an arc and once cooled, it solidified into a curved stick.

Taking it out now, he found anything to press on it and the stick straightened a bit.

Even if it wasn’t perfectly straight, it didn’t matter—it was meant to hit people, not be a work of art.

He took the small stones out of his pocket, put them all into the pot at one end of the stick, and then used a piece of cloth torn from the bedsheets to block the opening.

Wrapping the ball with the cloth, the stones inside wouldn’t fall out.

With just two layers of cloth, there was no effect on the bluntness of the weapon that relied on its weight.

Yet now, Yang Yi possessed a War Hammer, crude but potentially deadly.

Swinging the plastic hammer a few times in the cell, Yang Yi was quite satisfied.

Anyone hit in the head with it wouldn’t necessarily be killed, but they would surely be knocked senseless.

While Yang Yi was testing his new weapon, Chris said nothing.

Even during the day when Yang Yi was making weapons, Chris had only spoken a few words at the beginning and then seemed to not see anything at all, taking on double the workload without any complaint.

In prison, snitches don’t survive, and Yang Yi was aware of this, so he wasn’t afraid of Chris informing on him.

But at this point, he started to feel a bit guilty.

“Would you get in trouble if something were to happen?”

Yang Yi asked in a low voice, and after a slight pause, Chris responded quietly, “Are you asking me?”

“Yes.”

“Normally, there should be no trouble.”

Yang Yi sighed in relief and said, “That’s good.

I wouldn’t want to get you involved.”

Chris couldn’t help asking, “What do you think will happen?”

Yang Yi smiled and replied, “Isn’t that obvious?

The Boxing King will definitely look for me, and I will certainly fight back, so it’s inevitable that one of us is going to end up dead.”

Chris fell silent for a moment, then whispered, “How did you survive in solitary confinement?

Did someone bring you something or talk to you to help you get through the week?

I’ve been in solitary too, and it’s hard for me to believe that someone could last a week in there without any problems.”

Yang Yi laughed and said, “No one helped me.

As for how I survived, you wouldn’t understand.

All I can say is that not everyone is the same.”

Chris was silent again for a while, then whispered, “You’re going back to the garbage room, and we won’t be working together.

If you really… did something, could you not say that the weapon was made while you were with me?”

“Of course, don’t worry, I won’t involve you.”

Yang Yi felt tired and lost interest in talking to Chris, so he quickly said, “Let’s sleep, good night.”

Yang Yi had a dream in which the Boxing King, with a sinister smile, smashed his head with a punch.

When he jolted awake from the nightmare, he found himself drenched in sweat.

The pressure from the Boxing King was too great; he had to find a way to resolve it soon.

Yang Yi wasn’t here to pick fights with a prison bully.

He felt that the Boxing King wasn’t worthy of impeding his progress, yet, frustratingly, the man was doing just that and Yang Yi was at a loss.

Sitting on the bed for a long time, Yang Yi couldn’t think of any quick solution to the quandary unless he killed the Boxing King—but he wasn’t at all certain he could pull it off.

It was only after the bell rang that Yang Yi, somewhat annoyingly, stopped pondering.

Hiding the newly made triangular spike on his body, Yang Yi joined the many inmates heading to the canteen.

Upon entering the canteen, Yang Yi instinctively glanced at the Boxing King’s usual spot, and this time, he saw him directly.

The Boxing King was sitting on a chair, staring at Yang Yi with undisguised loathing in his eyes.

There were no sparks in their gaze, but the murderous intent of both men could neither be hidden nor needed to be.

Yang Yi got his meal, settled in his usual spot, and started eating leisurely.

Almost everyone in the canteen was watching Yang Yi and the Boxing King.

Even the usual chatter during mealtime was nearly inaudible.

If anyone spoke, they whispered discreetly, and their topic of conversation was inevitably centered on Yang Yi and the Boxing King.

Feeling the triangular spike at his waist, Yang Yi gained some confidence, but as he looked at the Boxing King’s muscular frame, his confidence was quickly waning.

No, he could not allow a prison bully to stand in his way.

Yang Yi was resolved not to tolerate it any longer.

He couldn’t keep fearing and devoting nearly all his energy to be wary of the Boxing King.

He had to make a change.

If he couldn’t handle a mere prison bully, then how could he even think of fighting a Spy Organization?

Yang Yi suddenly stood up, and the prison guards, who had been anxiously watching him and the Boxing King, immediately shouted, “Sit down!”

Yang Yi did not sit down.

Instead, he pointed at the Boxing King and yelled, “Boxing King!

I challenge you to a one-on-one fight.

If you’re really a man, then let’s have a cage fight!

Do you dare?”