Spy-x-War Showdown-Chapter 64 - 63

64: 63.

Relying on Intelligence

64: 63.

Relying on Intelligence

Yang Yi had trained in combat, but unfortunately, not for long enough.

If you consider fighting a skill, then Yang Yi had only just glimpsed the entrance.

His hand hadn’t even touched the gate, let alone passing through it.

With his powerful memory, Yang Yi knew many standard fighting moves and terms, but he was unable to use them correctly as remembered in his mind.

It’s like playing basketball; you’ve seen the stars’ moves and can imitate them, but your shots are off, your breaks are not sharp, you can’t even hold onto the ball properly.

Merely mastering a posture without grasping the true essence of the technique is useless.

Yang Yi’s fighting abilities didn’t even reach half-baked, but what about the Boxing King?

He weighed at least one hundred kilograms, and although only about 1.8 meters tall, slightly shorter than Yang Yi, his body was almost double the thickness of Yang Yi’s, with arms as thick as Yang Yi’s thighs.

The worst part was that the Boxing King had trained in boxing for many years and even been a professional boxer.

He was really capable of both fighting and taking a hit.

Even though he was not a famous boxer, he was professional.

As a gun-wielding professional boxer in prison, he had pulled together a gang of people and become a force capable of sitting on an equal footing with the other gangs in prison, all thanks to his fighting skills.

In terms of combat strength, Yang Yi wouldn’t stand a chance against the Boxing King, even if there were eight of him; let alone the fact that the Boxing King had thirty or forty underlings.

So in terms of both power and strength, Yang Yi was completely outclassed.

Therefore, a direct confrontation was certainly out of the question, so what to do?

If not by might, then by wit.

Yang Yi’s advantage lay in his brains, so of course, he had to think of a way to deal with the current crisis.

Thus, Buddy was wrong when he said Yang Yi only had two options, because Yang Yi had a third path to choose.

“Buddy, you’re doing business in here, which means you must have someone backing you, there has to be a guard covering for you, right?”

Yang Yi asked the question that concerned him most, and Buddy shrugged, “Why are you asking this?” ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

In a lowered voice, Yang Yi said, “Mate, let’s make a deal.

I want to get on good terms with the guards.

I can’t beat the Boxing King, but I don’t want to be beaten to death either.

Help me connect with them, just pass on a message, and if things work out, I’ll give you one hundred US Dollars, deal?”

Buddy looked at him and hesitated before replying softly, “How much money do you have?”

“Hard to say right now.

I owe you one hundred and fifty US Dollars, plus I’ll give you another one hundred, so I should still have about five hundred left over.

Is that enough to ask a guard to give the Boxing King a heads-up to spare me?”

Buddy pondered for a moment, then smiled, “If it were in the high-security area, that would not be enough, far from it!

But on this side, I think it should be no problem.”

Yang Yi let out a long breath, patted Buddy on the shoulder, and smiled, “Mate, I’ll have to rely on your help then.”

But Buddy shook his head, “No, I won’t pass on the message until I see the money.

If I make a promise and you don’t have the cash, then I’m the one who’s screwed because I’ll have to pay for you.

So, get the money first.

Also, the funds on your inmate card can’t be withdrawn, which means you can’t turn the money on the card into cash.

How are you going to pay?”

Seeing Yang Yi’s surprise, Buddy said, “In prison, anything can be used as money.

You can buy stuff from the store with your money and then trade with other inmates, but guards are different; they don’t care about cigarettes and shampoo and stuff like that.

What’s your plan?”

Yang Yi spoke in a deep voice, “You have a way, right?”

Buddy flashed his white teeth, chuckled, and whispered, “I can transfer the money to the prison guard for you from outside, for just a small fee, twenty percent.

My reputation is very good, I won’t deduct a single cent more, you can think about it.”

It’s only a total of one thousand US dollars, and honestly, that amount of money is nothing to Yang Yi.

It would barely count for anything outside prison.

“Alright!

I trust you!

Once my money arrives, we’ll make the transaction straight away.

I’m relying on you, buddy.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, hehe, but you’re doing it wrong, you can’t do it like that.”

Yang Yi reached out to shake hands with Buddy, but Buddy shook his head again and again.

He extended his fist and bumped it against Yang Yi’s hand, then opened his palm and patted Yang Yi’s outstretched hand twice before finally shaking it and said with a laugh, “With the bros here, you gotta do it like this, got it?”

Yang Yi promptly imitated the gesture, and then he laughed, “I’m counting on you, bro.”

Buddy chuckled and said, “Leave it to me.

Don’t forget you owe me two hundred and fifty, and you better be careful not to end up in a ‘plastic bag.’ See you later, bro, good luck.”

The “plastic bag” naturally referred to a body bag.

Considering his feud with the Boxing King, Yang Yi indeed had to be careful.

Watching Buddy go back to enthusiastically horsing around with others, Yang Yi exhaled.

He felt somewhat relieved – having contacted Xiao Ran and secured some money, his days should get a bit easier.

Money talks; with money, anything can be handled, whether in prison or elsewhere.

As long as you have money, everything becomes easier.

If money hasn’t solved the problem, it’s certainly because there hasn’t been enough spent.

Yang Yi felt a bit more at ease, but he had to remain cautious until the money was in his hands since the Boxing King could take a jab at him anytime.

However, the yard time was unusually quiet, and according to Yang Yi’s knowledge, yard time was also the most dangerous time when prisoners often settled their grudges.

The Boxing King had remained uncharacteristically quiet until yard time was over, which made Yang Yi relax a bit more; according to the prison’s ranking of dangerous times, yard time was the most dangerous, followed by mealtime, and lastly, shower time.

Having safely made it through the two highest-risk group events, he assumed there wouldn’t be much trouble left during shower time.

However, deep down, shower time was when Yang Yi feared the most.

The term “dropping the soap” originated from prison, and it’s certainly not just a saying.

Yang Yi would rather be stabbed than drop the soap because if his “chrysanthemum turned into a sunflower,” he’d sooner be dead.

Now the problem was, Yang Yi really, really wanted to take a shower, but he was genuinely afraid of the possibility of dropping the soap in the bathhouse.

Shower time followed yard time, and enjoying a hot shower wasn’t a daily luxury — just twice a week, and today was one of those days.

Watching the prisoners go in and out of the shower room in turn, Yang Yi eventually decided to give up on the idea of taking a shower for the time being.

But after he saw the Boxing King and his crew finish showering and leave, his spirits lifted again.