Not So High and Mighty Now, Are You, Young Master?

Luo Chen's eyebrows pulled together and inward, his pupils dilating as his jaw clenched. He glared at the three thugs standing before him, looking down at him with smug expressions. "What are you looking at, bastards?!" he snapped.

Already furious from the prolonged detention, Luo Chen's patience was wearing thin. And now, some random thugs thought he was an easy target just because he chose not to interact with his cellmates?

"Wow, wow, we just want to be friends with you, Young Master," said Mr. Cai, a man with spiky hair and a bulky frame. His voice dripped with false sweetness as he approached. "Why so hostile? We're all sharing the same miserable roof now, aren't we?"

"I don't need friends like you," Luo Chen scoffed, his eyes narrowing with contempt. "Especially not in this filthy place. Do you even know who you're talking to?"