I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week Novel - Chapter 1767
1767 The Rules of Prison Number 7
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation | Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lin Yi’s words made Ivan clench his fists.
Driven by his anger, the muscles on his face trembled!
“Take him to Prison Number 7!”
Hearing the mention of Prison Number 7, the police officers responsible for escorting Lin Yi froze in shock.
Their expressions turned grim, as if they had heard something terrifying. “Chief Ivan, Prison Number 7 houses extremely dangerous criminals. He is currently just a suspect. Isn’t it inappropriate to detain him there?” “What’s inappropriate?!” Ivan roared.
“He’s killed so many people. There’s nothing more suitable for him than Prison 7!”
“Got it. We’ll bring him over now.”
Under Ivan’s orders, Lin Yi was taken away.
However, during this process, the two police officers no longer looked fierce.
Instead, they said in a calm tone,
“You can arrange your last words. After entering Prison Number 7,1 don’t think
you will survive for more than a week.”
Lin Yi understood the unspoken rules here and said calmly,
“Are you saying that there’s no way out of Prison Number 7?”
“It’s just the way it is. That place is full of lawless individuals who are very wealthy and capable of anything. I know you’re powerful and rich, but in Prison Number 7, many inmates are richer than you and fear nothing. Even we hesitate to get too close to it.”
“Isn’t this a case of vendetta?” Lin Yi said:
“The things I’ve done surely don’t warrant being locked up there, do they?” “There’s nothing I can do; you’ve angered Mr. Ivan. Of course, if you admit to the murders, I believe you wouldn’t end up in Prison Number 7.”
Lin Yi remained silent, indifferent to which prison he was sent to. Alice and the others should be arriving soon.
He only needed to find a place to wait for a while.
Ten minutes later, the three of them had walked a few hundred meters.
Lin Yi saw a brick wall in front of him.
On top of the wall sat a one-meter-tall reem of barbed wire. One could even
hear the sound of electric currents passing through it.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that such a place was impregnable.
Lin Yi had only seen a prison like this in movies before.
He had never thought that one day, he would come to a place like this to experience life.
“This is Prison Number 7. Go in and stay there.”
The metal door opened and Lin Yi was pushed in.
The area of the prison was half the size of a football field. There were about 70 people inside. Wherever one looked, there was a lifeless desolation.
In Prison Number 7, everyone was locked up together.
The old saying goes, “Where there are people, there are societies.”
This applies just as well to Prison Number 7.
Where there were people, there were conflicts.
In Prison Number 7, fights and brawls were common occurrences, and every now and then, bodies were carried out.
The guards only verbally reprimanded the inmates, daring not to say too much. Otherwise, their family members might meet untimely deaths the next day.
But beyond these grim realities, there were some things that starkly contrasted Lin Yi’s expectations.
The prison had gazebos, electric fans, and even a small swimming pool. More surprisingly, there were even a few women walking around in bikinis. Lin Yi found this quite shocking.
This was f*cking luxurious for a prison.
When Lin Yi came in, everyone was also looking at him.
It had been more than half a year since a newcomer came to Prison Number 7.
“Boss, that seems to be the person Ivan sent.”
There were six or seven people standing beside the pavilion, and two women in bikinis were flirting with each other.
At the foot of the gazebo lay a half-naked man, flabby and tattooed, enjoying the services of a bikini-clad beauty.
The man’s name was Hassad. He was the world’s most notorious drug lord.
Before he was brought in, more than 30% of the contraband in the world had flowed through him.
Countless people had died at his hands. At the same time, it had also brought him wealth that could rival a country.
Although Lin Yi was rich, he was still a little lacking compared to Hassad at his peak.
Otherwise, he would not have received such treatment here.
Hassad sat up at his subordinate’s words. He took off his sunglasses and said indifferently.
“Go get him. I want to talk to him.”
The subordinate walked more than ten meters forward and waved at Lin Yi. “Huaxian, come here.”
At the sound of someone calling his name, the leering men turned to look at Hassad.
They felt that things were not looking good.
“What does Hassad want to do? Is he trying to recruit him?
“It’s unlikely. He’s a Huaxia person and not exactly in shape. Hassad wouldn’t be interested in him.”
“That’s good news. If he were trying to recruit him, there would be no spots left for this month.”
Hearing someone call his name, Lin Yi looked towards a black man not far away, “Are you talking to me?”
“Our boss is calling for you. Come here for a moment.
Lin Yi didn’t think too much about it. He walked towards the black man and stopped in front of Hassad.
“Huaxian, how did you get in?” Hassad sat cross-legged on the beach bed and sized Lin Yi up with a scrutinizing gaze.
He felt that this Huaxian must have done something unforgivable. Otherwise, Ivan wouldn’t have asked him to take care of him.
“I also want to know why I was arrested for no reason,” Lin Yi shrugged. “I take it you had a run-in with Ivan, or he wouldn’t have put you here.” “I don’t know what he is thinking.”
‘I’m sorry to have to tell you this isn’t the best place to be. I need to take care of you,’ said Hassad.
“That’s the rule of Prison Number 7- Everyone who comes here has to follow it.” “Hmm? What rules? Do I need to pay homage to some kind of authority here?” “Don’t be anxious. You’ll know later.”
Hassad gave the black man a look. The man took the hint and left quietly. When he returned a few minutes later with a knife in his hand, Hassad said, “According to the rules, you leave one of your hands behind, and then you can stay in Prison Number 7 for a long time.”
Lin Yi couldn’t help but laugh a little, “Is that your rule?
“Of course, you can also choose to do it yourself. That’s your right. We’re very democratic around here.”
“That’s probably not going to work for me. I don’t want to leave here missing an arm or a leg.”
“But this is Prison Number 7- Once you’re here, it’s not up to you anymore,” Hassad said calmly.
“Also, don’t even think about leaving. It’s easy to get in, but very hard to get out. You might as well make your choice now, it’s too hot to waste time..”
