"Nie Xiao's combat power is 10,000."
"Real-time combat power display has been temporarily activated for the host."
Huang Yu swept his gaze around the room. Other than White Hair, who had a combat power of 250, everyone else barely reached double digits.
That number fit him perfectly — White Hair really was a 250.
Huang Yu couldn't help but silently mock him in his heart.
Still, his own combat power wasn't that far off from Nie Xiao's. He could at least protect himself if things went south.
"Is that true or not?"
A cold voice came from the top bunk. Faced with Nie Xiao's icy questioning, Huang Yu looked a little helpless.
"Don't get the wrong idea, alright? I'm just a simp. Aside from that idiot Han Kun, I've got nothing to do with the other two troublemakers."
"I don't even know Lin Cong. If you're out for revenge, go after him."
"If you really take that bastard down, I'll even pop champagne to celebrate."
Huang Yu raised his hand, half exasperated and half serious.
Sure, he was mainly trying not to provoke a key figure from the protagonist Xiao Zhan's faction…
But truth be told, he genuinely couldn't stand Lin Cong — that brain-dead moron who thought only with his lower half.
Being grouped together with scum like Zuo Yi and Lin Cong was pure humiliation.
But before Huang Yu could finish speaking, his top lackey, White Hair, immediately exploded in outrage.
"Young Master Huang, why are you scared of that bastard?"
"Just say the word, and I'll cripple him right now!"
Seeing his Young Master's worried expression, White Hair was deeply moved.
So that's it — Young Master must be pretending to give in, afraid we'll get beaten up again. He's only doing it to protect us!
Damn, I'm so touched!
White Hair's chest swelled with emotion, and he swore he'd win back face for Huang Yu no matter what.
He turned sharply toward the bunk bed and bellowed,
"Are your ears full of crap? Hurry up and get off that bed — that spot belongs to Young Master Huang!"
"Or I'll break your legs!"
"That's right, move it!"
"You dare sit there in front of him?!"
"…"
With White Hair and his lackeys leading the charge, the rest of the thugs quickly followed suit, shouting threats like a chorus of fools.
Heh.
Nie Xiao almost laughed from sheer anger. Then his expression grew icy.
"I've long heard of Tianhai's Four Great Scoundrels — each one a depraved, arrogant waste, relying on family power to commit every atrocity under the sun."
"Now that I've met you, I see the rumors were true."
"I don't mind giving up this bed…"
Nie Xiao sat cross-legged on the bunk, eyes like sharpened blades fixed on Huang Yu.
"…but I wonder, Young Master Huang — do you even dare sit on it?"
As he spoke, a terrifying murderous aura erupted from him — the kind of killing intent forged from cutting down countless foes amidst rivers of blood.
The suffocating pressure rolled out like a storm, chilling the entire room.
In an instant, the temperature in the detention cell seemed to drop several degrees.
Everyone — even White Hair — trembled under that aura. Fear crept into their hearts.
For a moment, the entire Detention Room No. 3 fell silent as the grave.
Some of the inmates, recalling the horror of last night's torment, broke down completely. Cold sweat streamed down their faces as they collapsed to their knees.
Huang Yu looked at Nie Xiao and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"No wonder he's called the Bloodhand Butcher. Even that smug bastard Xiao Zhan had to respect him."
But at the same time, irritation flared in his chest.
Did I provoke you somehow? What's with all this murderous posturing?
You're a butcher? Great — then go butcher your way out of prison!
Go fight Lin Cong! I'm not him, dammit!
If it weren't for that single "Diarrhea Card" he was saving to use against future boss Xiao Zhan, Huang Yu would've already blasted Nie Xiao with it.
Nie Xiao, however, noticed that Huang Yu wasn't affected at all.
If not for everyone else trembling in terror, he would've suspected his killing intent had faded from lack of bloodshed after returning to China.
This Young Master Huang was no ordinary fool.
Nie Xiao gave a cold, amused laugh as he reined in his aura.
"It seems the rumors about you were wrong, Young Master Huang."
"I didn't expect one of the infamous Four Scoundrels of Tianhai to be a hidden master."
He slowly rose to his feet, eyes growing colder by the second.
"But that only means I can't allow you to live and keep harming others!"
Huang Yu narrowed his eyes.
"Bastard, what are you trying to—"
White Hair suddenly felt something was off, but before he could finish his sentence—
Nie Xiao leapt from the bunk in a single bound, moving like lightning, closing the distance in an instant!
Huang Yu sighed helplessly. Looks like he'd have to reveal his power sooner than planned.
Just as the fight was about to explode—
SPLASH!
Nie Xiao froze mid-step, standing on the floor drenched from head to toe, his hair dripping and his clothes soaked, emitting a pungent stench.
The culprit, White Hair, was standing right behind him — holding an empty bucket high over his head.
He had just dumped the entire urine bucket on the Bloodhand Butcher.
Utterly drenched.
It all happened in the blink of an eye. White Hair pinched his nose, gasped twice for air, tossed the bucket aside, and rushed in front of Huang Yu, arms spread wide.
"If you want to touch Young Master Huang, you'll have to step over my corpse first!"
White Hair shouted, glaring at Nie Xiao with bloodshot eyes.
Even though he had personally experienced the man's overwhelming strength last night, he still stood his ground — ready to die for his Young Master.
Huang Yu was dumbfounded.
Are you insane?!
Still, he had to admit — the idiot was loyal. No wonder he'd later take a bullet for him.
Of course, his brain circuits were completely fried.
This lunatic… maybe I really should take him to Mo Linglong for treatment after we're out.
That crazy woman might actually be the only one who could understand him.
"You're playing with fire!"
Nie Xiao's voice dripped with fury as he slowly lifted his head, eyes burning with murderous rage.
The killing intent in the air became so thick it was almost tangible.
He — the Bloodhand Butcher who had once reigned over Southeast Asia — had never suffered such humiliation!
Hearing his tone, White Hair's whole body tensed. He spread his arms wide, shielding Huang Yu with his body, determination burning in his eyes.
Watching his lackey's ridiculous bravado, Huang Yu was speechless.
Where did his crew get this kind of blind confidence?
Did they really think they could take on the future right-hand man of the Crooked-Mouth Dragon King?
If this were the original story, they'd all be dead by now.
For now, though, Huang Yu could only focus on one thing — how to survive Nie Xiao's wrath without exposing his true power.
After all, the less he revealed now, the better his chances of staying alive when facing that crooked-mouthed bastard later.