In the dim prison, Li Xiaopang stood with his hands behind his back and his chin raised, speaking flippantly with a sleazy grin. Everything about him suggested he wanted to show off spectacularly in front of his poor brother.
It was as though he were saying, take a good look! I might only be a third-grade stray dog, but even the distinguished Prison Supervisor is my grandson's generation. I rule this entire Heavenly Prison with one hand.
"The true meaning of life is showing off. The only difference is whether you do it superficially or profoundly..." Liu Ji Shan's summation of life continued to prove its worth.
Ren Ye did not dislike Xiaopang's public display of superiority. In fact, he was secretly delighted. They had been getting along well lately, having gone through the abortive aphrodisiac powder incident together. During the Li-Yin Conflict, Xiaopang had also insisted that the blind man stand with his family, elevating his status.
With such "intense brotherly affection," if Xiaopang could rule Death Prison single-handedly, Ren Ye could become his number-one lackey. At least nobody would dare treat him as a slave again, and both his working conditions and personal freedom would improve considerably. Simply put, sneaking around doing shady things would become much easier.
As the surrounding crowd dispersed, Ren Ye approached Xiaopang with a grin. "Hehe, Brother Li, why did you suddenly decide to come to this pitch-black Heavenly Prison and its boring duties instead of enjoying yourself at home?"
"I had nothing to do at home anyway, so I thought I'd come keep you company." Li Xiaopang gave Ren Ye a flirtatious wink with a mischievous grin.
Heh, this little fatty not only has emotional intelligence, but a sweet tongue too... Of course, Ren Ye did not believe he had come to