Interruption

Once he was back in his cell, Yang Yi couldn't wait until the door closed to update Zhang Yong, "I accepted a few underlings today. Not only that, I found two real treasures!"

Zhang Yong just laughed, "It's just a few underlings. What's there to be excited about? It's not like you're going to remain here for the rest of your life."

"They're not just simple underlings! There are actually two professors among them! One of them has a double Doctorate in Chemistry with a Masters in Toxicology. A real expert!"

Zhang Yong was momentarily stunned, "Toxicology? Does such a course of study exist? Is that a specialization in poison?"

"What do you mean by specializing in poison research? Toxicology is one of the fundamental medical courses. Brother Yong, I have realized you are very good at interrupting others."

Zhang Yong awkwardly replied, "I'm not very educated because I don't read much. So what if he has a doctorate? You don't even have fart here, so how are you going to ask him to make poison?"

Yang Yi hurriedly answered, "How can you not get my underlying intent? Brother Yong, do you know how the professor ended up in here? Murder. He murdered six people with poison. Don't you think I could learn how to use poison from him? It doesn't have to be too complex. I just need to learn the basics and some of the specialized skills to formulate the poisons I need. Don't you think this is a rare opportunity?"

Zhang Yong frowned as he said, "No, the skill might be useful, but are you capable of learning it? You're training in martial arts right now. I will also be teaching you assassination skills soon. Can you handle so many things at the same time?

"Assassination skills?"

"Yes, isn't that what you wanted to learn? You'll be learning how a professional does things. The martial arts you are learning are strictly for fighting. As for assassination, we hitmen have our own ways of doing things that is much more sophisticated. Without a doubt, you can kill people with the martial arts you have learned, but against a well-protected target who is surrounded by an army of bodyguards, how many of them can you defeat? It's obviously an impossible fight. This is where assassination skills have to be applied."

Yang Yi started to frown as he said, "I was actually thinking about transferring the professor to my cell so I could take lessons from him. Now that you have mentioned this… Argh, Brother Yong, you just interrupted me again."

Zhang Yong rubbed his head in embarrassment, "Why don't you finish up what you have to say first? I will continue with what I have to say once you are done."

Yang Yi then excitedly said, "There's another little brother of mine who is also a professor."

"How come there are so many professors in this prison? What does he teach?"

"He teaches acting."

"Acting? What type of acting are you talking about?"

"He was a professor at USC School of Cinematic Arts. I tell you, he's definitely another expert."

"USC School of Cinematic Arts, I have heard of them. It's a very prestigious school. What did the professor do? How did he end up here?"

"He killed his girlfriend who was also his student."

"Er, why would he do that? Does this professor know a lot of movie stars?

"I suppose so."

"I'm now very interested. Give me all the details. Did this professor manage to mentor a few successful movie stars?

Yang Yi had been interrupted again. Thus, he helplessly said, "Brother Yong, I realize that it's very tiring talking to you. Your questions make me feel like I'm going back and forth. Why don't we finish up the main discussion before we gossip? I never expected someone as masculine as you to like to gossip."

Zhang Yong smiled sheepishly, "My thoughts are always all over the place. Anyway, acting skills will be useful to you. Spies have to act all the time. Life is like a play after all."

"Exactly!"

"Let me tell you, once I met an expert who was a spy. There are very few people I admire, and this old chap is one of them. He's not very large and in his forties. He had fled not long after the Soviet Union had dissolved and started working for the Cicero Family. Gosh! Any mission you gave him would be flawlessly accomplished. If you managed to obtain such a master, things would be much simpler, and you'd be able to achieve great things in the future!"

"If he's that great, how can I get in touch with him? There might be a slight chance he will be willing to teach me."

"Don't bother. He's already been dead for quite a number of years now."

"Fuck! Why would you tell me about him if he's already been dead for years? How did he die?"

"It was suicide. He put cyanide in his own alcohol and drank it. The body had rotted by the time he was found."

"How could it be suicide? Do you think there are really so many people who are suicidal?"

"Ha, all sorts of people may look normal, but who knows what might be wrong with them on the inside. They might be alive, but they no longer have any willpower to continue living. Do you know how much wealth he left behind? Eight million! Eight million dollars!"

"Did it come into your possession?"

"Ha, I took nothing! Those damn cheapskates in the Cicero Family took everything! Let's not talk about you wanting to learn from him, even I learned from him. In fact, I learned quite a lot from him. I have never admired anyone that much my whole life. That's why I served him willingly."

Yang Yi let out a deep breath and contemplated for a moment before saying, "Brother Yong, can you not talk when I am talking? I find your skill to interrupt someone too formidable! If I'm not careful, I will get diverted."

Zhang Yong quickly said, "Finish what you have to say. I won't talk for the time being."

"It's like this Brother Yong, I plan to stay in the same cell with the two professors for some time. I will come back to stay with you later. Are you fine with that?"

Zhang Yong gave it some thought and said, "Don't. You can live on your own after I am done teaching you everything. Do you really think I want to share a cell with you? There's so much more freedom when I stay alone. It's just that your foundation has yet to stabilize. I will only supervise until your foundation has stabilized. By then, you won't need me any longer, and even if you beg me then, I won't even want to stay with you. The stench of sweat is just too overpowering; can't you smell it?

"That can't be right. I take a bath every day even if there's no hot water."

Yang Yi picked up his clothes and sniffed it before saying innocently, "There's no stench, okay."

Zhang Yong just extended his hand and said, "Fine. Just pass me a pack of cigarettes."

Yang Yi took out the tributes he received today and asked, "You don't smoke, right?"

"It's not that I don't know how to smoke. It's that I don't smoke. However, I will still smoke if I have to. How can those in my line of work not know how to smoke? Oh yeah, do you know what line of work I am in?"

"Crap! Now that you have mentioned it, I really have no idea. So, what's your line of work?

"Hahaha, actually I have no idea myself."

Zhang Yong seemed to find it very funny. He was so overjoyed that he shook with laughter.

After some time, he took out a lighter and lit a cigarette. He then extended the lighter toward Yang Yi and said, "Light one yourself. How can you not know how to smoke? Do you know how to make a smoke ring? You don't? Look, your brother will teach you."