With a sputtering hiss, foul-smelling yellowish-brown liquid began flowing from the faucet. It took several dozen seconds before the water ran clear.
Lin Mo rinsed the towel and began cleaning the place from top to bottom.
He had barely finished wiping the table when several men with nasty grins gathered at the cell door.
"Isn't this the guy our boss took a liking to? Didn't you say you wouldn't join us? Then why are you living on our turf?"
"Hahaha, I reckon this kid's just putting on an act. He's scared to death inside."
"Hey, brat, what's your name? Don't tell me you really lost your memory and can't remember. You think I'd believe that? Hahaha."
"Tsk, look at that soft skin. He's pretty thorough with these chores, though. My place needs cleaning too. Come work for me later. Do a good job, and I'll make it worth your while."
They mocked him freely, each chiming in.
They had thought Lin Mo would lose his temper.
Instead...
Lin Mo ignored them completely.
That only made them more brazen.
"What, too scared to talk? Where'd all that attitude from this morning go?"
"This kid's nothing but a paper tiger, huh? Hahaha, that's hilarious."
"Hey, need someone to back you up? Keep me happy, and I'll look after you in Soma Prison."
"Pfft, you look after him? He'd be better off with me. Kid, stick with me, and at least you won't go hungry."
Lin Mo said nothing.
These people were so noisy...
Seeing that Lin Mo still ignored them, the men crowded straight into the cell.
The moment they stepped inside, Lin Mo tossed his towel onto the table and said in disgust, "Get out!"
"Oh, getting angry?" a man with a buzz cut asked with a grin. "We're not leaving.