Sir! Don't close the net!

As soon as Li Yili entered the second floor, she smelled the stench of rotting corpses. Looking to her right, she saw a person hunched over in front of the third cell.

The person's body was as dark as a shadow, with only the outline of the prisoner barely visible. At first glance, it looked like someone's shadow. The person's face also lacked features, and the eyes appeared to be a circle made up of many messy lines.

Li Yili recalled a comic she had read before, in which the author used a similar approach to describe a being called God.

Li Yili narrowed her eyes slightly, not avoiding the other person's gaze, but even turning to face the prisoner who was looking at her.

The eerie prisoner clicked his tongue, grabbed the back of his head, and walked back to his cell.

Li Yili let out a soft breath.

It must have been the clean clothes Chris Dorf gave him that had the effect.

Humans are the administrators of this Teresa Prison, and human characteristics are the standard for distinguishing prisoners from guards. The prisoners here don't look human at all, and they are bizarrely diverse. Naturally, Teresa Prison cannot make prison uniforms tailored for these diverse prisoners.

The lack of clothes became the best uniform for prisoners, so anyone who wore clothes and looked like a human was automatically assumed to be a prison guard.

Of course, not just any clothes will do. He himself didn't have the confidence to call himself a prison guard when he wore clothes that were so tattered and looked like beggars.

Li Yili touched her clothes, her feelings somewhat complicated.

"what……"

Li Yili let out a soft breath, put her hands behind her back, and slowly walked up the stairs.

The higher you go, the fewer prisoners remain outside; the top floor where he lives is completely quiet.

After thinking for a moment, Li Yili stood in front of the cell door of the plant girl and peered into the cell.

The girl, who seemed a little fuller than before, was fast asleep leaning against a thick branch. Soft starlight draped over the plant girl like a veil. If the plant girl's lower body wasn't connected to the plant, Li Yili would probably describe it as beautiful.

"Damn it...they didn't become like this willingly..."

Li Yili cursed under her breath, then turned and walked down the stairs.

Soon, these prisoners at the bottom of the food chain will be woken up with gongs and drums to go mining. He must get to the construction site before these prisoners get up.

Upon reaching the third floor, Li Yili noticed a figure that caught her attention. Unlike the prisoner with the body of a snake and the head of a mantis, this prisoner was wearing clothes—a yellow raincoat.

However, the yellow raincoat was so torn that it could no longer provide any cover; it was more like a tattered rag than a piece of clothing.

The prisoner, noticing Li Yili's gaze, shuddered and abruptly turned his head to look.

Li Yili raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. It wasn't that the other person's appearance was particularly terrifying or bizarre; on the contrary, he was very familiar with the other person's appearance.

It had eerie green eyes, dark, bristly hair, sharp canine teeth, and a long, narrow face.

This is a wolf, or rather, a werewolf, a very common character in fantasy stories, but it is only about 1.6 meters tall and looks just like a big gray wolf standing upright.

Because it was a type that was already familiar to her, Li Yili not only didn't find it terrifying or absurd, but even felt a sense of familiarity.

"Gurgle-gurgle thing—"

Seeing Li Yi staring straight at him, the werewolf prisoner growled and bent down, his lips trembling as he covered his canine teeth.

Li Yili tilted her head to the side.

The Yellow Robes may sound like a religious group, but it is actually a unified group of people. Bishop Azavet's trial was not equivalent to a death sentence. It is said that he was impartial in the past, but Bishop Azavet would not have fabricated any demonic minions.

Just as the Azazel Bishop employs a group of priests specifically to activate the sin armor, the Azazel Bishop needs...

The prisoners, who were kept in Theresa Prison in preparation for any eventuality, were collectively known as the Yellow Coats.

Li Yili raised her hand to press her neck and twisted it left and right. She then turned around decisively, exposing her back to the werewolf. The chill that followed and the sensation of something touching her shoulder reminded Li Yili of a story she had heard from an old man.

If you feel something tapping your shoulder while walking in the forest at night, do not turn around.

Because the person tapping you on the shoulder is a wolf.

The first half is quite scary.

Because she didn't know what it was, but just like how everything loses its appeal the moment the mystery is solved, Li Yili felt bored after knowing the answer was a wolf.

Let's set aside whether the wolf will pat you on the shoulder or give you a chance to turn around.

So what if they're wolves?

Li Yili narrowed her eyes slightly, clenched her right fist, raised her arm sharply and swung it backward, her hard elbow striking the werewolf's soft, moist nose with precision.

The werewolf's vertical, eerie green pupils dilated instantly, an arc of electricity shot through his nose and struck his brain, causing a buzzing sound in his ears.

The tall shadow gradually enveloped the swaying werewolf.

If this were a werewolf over two meters tall, then it would be one thing.

However, this guy, who is only 1.6 meters tall and looks like he weighs less than 60 kilograms, actually wants to challenge him, a human known in the biological world as a "water bucket warrior" with no blind spots, by several weight classes?

If it were something else strange or unusual, Li Yili would be more cautious to avoid the opponent having any special abilities that could disregard weight class and fighting techniques.

But the opponent was a werewolf, and aside from anything else, its human characteristics made it perfectly immune to all kinds of fighting techniques specifically designed to counter humans.

Perhaps this werewolf possesses an extremely terrifying jumping ability and explosive movement speed.

But this werewolf not only got close to his firing range, but also dared to get right up to his face.

That would naturally be a hard blow to the nose, causing dizziness and strangulation.

Mamaka's mouth gaped open, his trembling pupils reflecting the image of Rebecca, the werewolf feared by prisoners and revered by jailers, a figure known as an elusive nightmare, dangling in mid-air like a broken doll, her throat choked by Li Yili's arm, foaming at the mouth.

Chapter Fifteen: After seeing so many bizarre things, even werewolves have become quite handsome.

Avenue to Jane.

Rebecca, the werewolf, perfectly embodied these four words in Teresa's prison.

A master of short to medium range combat, Rebecca possesses no flashy abilities; her terrifying explosive power leaves most prisoners without even a chance to unleash their special abilities before being torn to shreds. Rebecca's fur has extremely strong defensive capabilities, essentially making her impervious to water and fire. Her powerful physique can even filter out toxins. Her exceptional dynamic vision allows Rebecca to even foresee the future to some extent by focusing on subtle changes in her opponent's movements.

Therefore, the werewolf Rebecca is also known as the uncatchable nightmare.

It is said that Bishop Azavet only managed to capture this nightmare through extensive bombing.

Unless it's a direct prison break, the guards will ignore all of Rebecca's extreme behaviors. That's why Rebecca attacked Li Yili, the guard, simply because she was annoyed.

Mamaka stared blankly at Rebecca, the werewolf who was foaming at the mouth and had passed out.

Bright red blood was flowing down Rebecca's trembling legs. Of course, this was not Rebecca's blood, but Li Yili's blood. Rebecca tried to resist, but sharp claws, even shinier than blades, pierced Li Yili's arm.

Mamaka had the privilege of witnessing Rebecca's battles, or rather, her brutal killings. Prisoners pierced by Rebecca's claws would scream and lose the will to fight. Of course, those who were chained by Rebecca usually only had two fates: being torn apart or bitten to pieces.

Li Yili not only didn't let go, but instead became even more energetic, as if she had been given a stimulant, and tightened her grip even more, eventually strangling Rebecca until she passed out.

He's a ruthless person!

"Humph--"

Li Yili tossed the werewolf Rebecca, who had already been strangled unconscious, aside, and wiped the blood from her arm. The undamaged skin beneath the blood made Mamaka realize something, and she quickly retreated into her cell, cautiously peeking out.

Li Yili's eyes twitched.

He wouldn't scream at the sight of an insect, but that didn't mean he wouldn't find it nauseating. He could sense that the other person was afraid of him; their quick return to their cell was a sign of respect and obsequiousness towards him, the jailer. But the sight of a mantis with a head slightly smaller than his own peeking out and staring at him was somewhat unsettling.

Upon closer inspection, even the werewolves foaming at the mouth at my feet suddenly looked quite handsome.

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle—"

Without even glancing at her, Li Yili raised her foot and accurately kicked Rebecca in the nose as she recovered.

Putting aside the other strangely shaped prisoners, whether it's a wolf or a human, they are both mammals. If their brains can't recover, no matter how strong their bodies are, it's useless. Moreover, I've heard that wolves have a particularly dense network of nerves on their noses.

"Nose—it's the nose again—"

Rebecca clutched her bleeding nose and screamed as she rolled around on the ground.

The voice is quite pleasant.

Li Yili picked at her ear, and while the other prisoners were too scared to show their faces by Rebecca's screams, she quickly but calmly went down the stairs.

He needed to let the prisoners know that Li Yili was like this.

The best way to prevent other prison guards from knowing that you have a new colleague is for one of them to beat up a prisoner in front of the other prisoners.

It is common for prison guards to beat prisoners. They are not kind to prisoners and may even pick fights with them out of displeasure.

The only thing to worry about is not picking the right one and accidentally choosing one that's too strong, which could lead to a counterattack.

Li Yili subconsciously glanced back at the stairwell and exhaled a breath.

"Is this persimmon... too soft...?"

Li Yili was a little worried, after all, the werewolf was not as big as him, and he did not show the brutal and ruthless side that a prison guard should have.

The actual fight showed no real skill; on the contrary, he seemed to be bullying the weak by taking advantage of his size.

As for the final chokehold... it's not really a deterrent. It's just that the human body is special. When injured and in pain, it starts to secrete adrenaline like crazy, ignoring the pain and increasing its output. Not only will it not want to run away, but it will even be so excited that it wants to continue fighting.

The written description seems terrifying and intimidating, but the one shown just now wasn't quite convincing enough.

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“Kill him…I absolutely must kill him…”

Rebecca clutched her still-bleeding nose, the unimaginable stinging pain relentlessly assaulting her nerves. Her legs felt as if all the strength had been drained from her, unable to support her body. What was even more unbearable was that her tail seemed to be telling the whole world that she had chickened out and was scared, drooping listlessly.

"Are you... are you alright?"

Mamaka cautiously poked his body out a little, but did not leave his cell.

"What do you think?!" Rebecca raised her hand and gripped the railing to lift herself up with difficulty.

The harsh growl made Mamaka very consciously skip the topic.

"I will do my best to lure out the King in Yellow."

Mamaka really wanted to refuse outright.

He was also annoyed that the prisoners at the bottom of the food chain treated the King in Yellow as a savior, especially since those prisoners were now solemnly worshipping the King in Yellow.

However, the King in Yellow is located on the top floor of the prison. One of the ironclad rules of Theresa Prison that absolutely cannot be violated is that prisoners are never allowed to go to areas more than three floors above them. Normally, they don't care about this rule at all. The cruel environment of Theresa Prison forces the prisoners on the upper floors to go down to their floors to exchange for survival supplies.

But now, the person they need to deal with is at the very top, and the time when the King in Yellow appears happens to be during those few minutes when they dare not move. To deal with the King in Yellow, they either have to defy the ironclad rules that Theresa Prison absolutely forbids violations, or they have to test those unknown few minutes.

Either way, we're losing a lot of money.

Therefore, Mamaka originally intended to politely refuse the Yellow-Clad Crowd's request.

But right now Rebecca looks furious and like she wants to kill someone. If he refuses directly, he'll probably get a good beating.

"The King in Yellow? I don't care what happens to him!" Rebecca, having recovered, roared as she stood up. "That jailer—I'll kill that jailer! Damn it—"