But Let Me Just Kindly Remind You

"Why? What's that supposed to mean?" Hank asked in confusion.

"It's none of your business," Yang Yi smiled, "Anyways, since you are in my cell let me explain the rules to you."

"Anything you say, boss. I'll listen to anything you tell me," Hank said obediently. He didn't show any signs of defiance now that he understood Yang Yi's temperament.

"From now on, you are my man. I will protect you, but you need to make yourself useful."

"Useful as in?" Hank narrowed his eyes for a bit, "Do you mean…"

"I have rather unique interests..." Yang Yi smiled as his gaze landed on Hank's butt. Hank stepped back and covered his backside instinctively.

"No, please, anything but that, boss!" Hank said loudly as he stuck his back to the wall.

"I didn't finish my sentence. My interest is to learn anything that could potentially be useful to me. If you teach me your skills, I'll guarantee your safety, but if you don't want to teach me, or you fail to teach me, you will become useless to me."

"You want to learn lockpicking? Sure, I've taught a lot of people, but it's not really something that you can learn if you don't have the talent for it. If you still don't know how to pick locks after I teach you--"

"That's your problem."

"What? I don't it's my fault if you can't learn it--"

"No," Yang Yi shook his head and reaffirmed, "It's your problem if I can't do what you can do. If I can't do it, it's your fault for not teaching me right. For a pretty boy like you, I know exactly the way to make you useful if you don't know how to make yourself useful."

"You can't do that to me!" Hank yelled in disgust.

"I don't need to do anything. Pretty soon there will be dozens of big, muscly guys wanting to be really good friends with you. You know this isn't just some empty threat that I've just made up, right?"

"Let's make a deal here," Hank suddenly changed his tone, "You know, I'm actually a pretty successful thief myself. That makes me quite rich.""

"So what?" Yang Yi crossed his arms.

"Ugh!" Hank groaned in frustration, "Please, I just want to live in peace here! Come on, I'll pay you five hundred dollars every month if you can give me a peaceful life here. Think about it, I won't just be paying you in cigarettes!"

Seeing that Hank was obviously on edge, Yang Yi decided to tease him a little bit more.

"I'll send in three guys tomorrow. Do you prefer men of lighter or darker skin? Or is it a mixed flavored sundae you're looking for? I can make it up to you since we don't usually get someone as pretty as you in here."

"Fuck it, a thousand dollars then!" Hank proclaimed. He was now slamming the back of his head against the wall, "I'll give you all my savings and pay you one thousand dollars every month. Is that good enough for you?"

Yang Yi smiled wickedly, "I don't want your money. Well, I would start considering if it's ten grand every month."

"Ten thousand? Fuck, how about you just kill me right here?"

"Why would I want to kill you? I'm not into dead bodies. Anyways, that's all the talk for today if you are not willing to be useful to me. From tomorrow onwards, I'll make sure that you are going to really get a feel of how 'warm' and 'intimate' prisoners are in here. Now go stand in the corner while I do my workout."

"Fine, fine! You'll get what you want!" Hank shouted anxiously, "I'll teach you lockpicking if you want to learn it, okay? I'll teach you how to open locks the best I could! No problem, I'm the best teacher there is if you want to learn how to pick a lock!"

"Can you open this?" Yang Yi pointed at the cell door.

"Yes, but not without the essential tools. This is an electronic door that doesn't use a mechanical key. I just need a chip card to disrupt the signals."

"Good, now go stand in the corner. I don't like having others look at me when I do my workout."

"Can I please have a cigarette? Please, boss, just one," Hank begged as his palms were closed together.

"I'll give you one if you behave yourself. Now, go stand in the corner like I told you to, you little bitch! Or do you want to do an Asian squat again?"

Realizing that there was no chance or him to speak anymore, Hank stopped speaking and faced the wall. Again, Yang Yi's intimidation tactic had proven to be very effective.

Yang Yi knew that he couldn't let his guard down against someone as crafty as Hank. It didn't matter how obedient Hank acted around Yang Yi. Inside Yang Yi's mind, he was already planning to treat Hank like a slave for the next few days.

If it weren't for the fact that Hank just demonstrated how clever he could be, Yang Yi probably wouldn't mind adopting a more tolerant attitude. As for the moment, Yang Yi would never let Hank help him before he had completely crushed Hank's ego.

While Hank continued to stand to face the wall, Yang Yi started his daily workout: handstand, plank, push-ups.

After Yang Yi did two sets of every calisthenic he could do, he then practiced the two sets of wushu moves he learned from Zhang Yong.

It took around four hours for Yang Yi to finish his daily training, and that's exactly how long Hank stood in the corner.

"You can move now," Yang Yi said as he recharged himself with two pieces of chocolate

"May I go to the toilet now, boss?" Hank pleaded miserably when he turned around.

"You did well. I'll give you the permission to use the toilet. Go on."

Yang Yi couldn't help but break into laughter as he watched Hank trying to limp toward the toilet. Hank was acting exactly like what Yang Yi called him just then.

Yeah, Hank was behaving like a complete little bitch since he didn't even spend any effort trying to look more dignified while going to the toilet.

From the way Hank was asking for Yang Yi's permission in such a rushed voice to how he tried to limp to the toilet as fast as he could, Yang Yi just couldn't help but burst out laughing like a bully.

After Hank had zipped his pants, Yang Yi threw a cigarette at him.

"Here's your reward for behaving yourself," Yang Yi told Hank while still trying to recover from his laughter.

"Thank you, boss! Thank you so much!" Hank said gratefully, then quickly lit the cigarette and inhaled from it.

With an extremely satisfied look face on his face, Hank thanked Yang Yi again.

"You don't know how good this cigarette is, boss. I haven't had a good smoke in nine days."

"Why didn't they take the shackles off? I thought it was illegal," Yang Yi suddenly asked as he pointed towards Hank's legs.

"It is illegal, but you can get anything if you were caught after you escaped jail."

"Can you open it?"

"See?" Hank said while pointing towards a hole on his shackles, "I can't open this because it's sealed with lead."

"Didn't you say you can open anything with a lock?" Yang Yi said in a sneering voice.

"I can open any electrical or mechanical lock, but this right here is just a piece of metal. I can't open it unless I hack it with a chainsaw or something."

"I guess you'll have live with that thing on you. You're pretty unlucky, Hank, but the worst has yet to come for you. Now tell me: how are you supposed to go to meals and breaks with that thing on you?

"Well, nothing I can do about it. I'll just have to bring this with me."

Suddenly, a slamming noise came from outside the cell. It appeared that another guard had come to visit Yang Yi.

"Oi, wretch!" the guard shouted at Yang Yi while he kept knocking his baton on Yang Yi's prison bars, "Your medical application has just been passed. Get over here right now!"

Yang Yi quickly stood up and began heading out, but before he did, he turned his head towards Hank once more.

"I'll see you in a moment, Hank," Yang Yi said with a threatening smile, "but let me just kindly remind you to not fuck with my things while I'm not here. You don't want to know what would happen if you do, right?"