novelraw Chapter 227: Yard Time, Not Quite Used to Crossdressing
Chapter 227: Yard Time, Not Quite Used to Crossdressing
The prison guard froze for a second, then quickly reached for his lower back.
Empty!
His baton was gone!
Huh?
His mind began replaying everything that just happened.
Back when that guy was grappling with him—he turned into him, and even took his baton?!
“You!...”
The prison guard's eyes instantly turned bloodshot as he looked up at Lu Ce, only to realize that the five prisoners were all staring at him!
And not just glancing—they were giving him suspicious stares!
He immediately turned red with rage. After years of running this place like a king, when had he ever been treated like this? Now he was being accused?!And those dog-like losers even dared look at him like that?!
He nearly exploded with fury, but that impostor was still putting on a show!
Lu Ce, holding the baton, wore a fierce look as he stared down the piss-soaked Yellow-Hair and said:
“You missed your last chance. That little punk impersonating me—his power’s only temporary. It should be gone by now.”
Prison Guard: ......
“Are you talking about yourself?...” he muttered, but no one was listening. It felt like getting iced out.
Yellow-Hair trembled in front of Lu Ce and quickly stammered:
“N-No, we didn’t know! I swear, we didn’t know! That little bastard deserves to die, please go kill him...”
“No worries. Since you don’t want to do it, I’ll take care of him myself soon.” With that, Lu Ce raised the baton in his hand.
A flash of survival instinct lit up in Yellow-Hair’s eyes, and he squirmed like a maggot before suddenly leaping to his feet!
“Wait! I’ll do it! I’ve hated that guy for ages—lemme take him out!”
He grabbed a bar of soap from the side and flung it like a meteor hammer straight at the prison guard!
Bang!
The soap exploded on the guard’s head, shattering into chunks. He froze on the spot.
His eyes filled with confusion and disbelief—he was questioning reality.
Huh?
I just got hit?
One of these lowlifes—who used to tremble and practically worship me—actually laid hands on me?!
What the hell, did they grow a pair or something?!
But to Yellow-Hair, that expression looked like hope.
The real prison guard had never shown that kind of face—this guy must've been exposed.
“You d*mn dog! You fooled me, whatever! But to lie to the officer?! Watch me—”
He charged forward, cursing the whole way like some lackey emboldened by his master. He kicked hard, aiming straight at the guy.
That kick had some serious force behind it!
Then came a shriek that didn’t even sound human, cutting off his rant mid-sentence.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”
The guard caught Yellow-Hair’s leg and twisted it upwards—
His legs bent past 180 degrees—a forced split.
His eyes turned bloodshot, his voice hoarse and choked with unspeakable rage.
“Blind b*stard!”
But Yellow-Hair didn’t feel the guard’s fury—he just kept screaming and turned back toward Lu Ce.
“Sir! Sir, his power isn’t gone yet!”
“Please punish him! He’s using violence in prison! Right in front of you!”
Prison Guard: #
Veins bulged on the guard’s forehead. His hand clenched tighter than steel, and Yellow-Hair’s leg cracked like dry wood, making everyone’s teeth ache.
“AAAH!! Sir!!”
Yellow-Hair still didn’t get it. Then, right before his hopeful, pleading eyes, Lu Ce’s form slowly shrank—
The pink mask reappeared, and he transformed back into his previous look.
Viewers of the livestream were instantly blown away.
【: Huh? Wait, what the f*ck?! That was the fake?!】
【: No way. That disguise was insane—I just bet my friend it was the real one.】
【: I just wanna drop a giant question mark.】
Yellow-Hair: ?
His eyes went blank. Looking at the vibrant, fully-formed Lu Ce before him, even the pain on his face was replaced by pure confusion.
He turned around—and saw a guard who looked like he was about to explode, with eyes that were absolutely terrifying.
Yellow-Hair: ......
“Heh...” He looked back at Lu Ce. “Sir, so you can transform too... But why turn into him...”
There was a deranged, miserable grin on his face. He didn’t actually believe what he said.
He just didn’t want to accept such a brutal truth.
Or maybe, he already had.
The next second—loud bone-cracking sounds filled the air, followed by gut-wrenching screams.
The screams were so intense that he couldn’t even form words—just screeches of agony.
He was pinned to the ground, all four limbs broken backwards.
But it didn’t stop there. Even after being broken, his limbs were twisted like ropes—his arms and legs tied into a knot behind his back!
A literal knot made of limbs!
During the entire process, the guard’s bloodshot eyes never left Lu Ce’s pink mask.
Yellow-Hair’s eyes bulged. His jaw had been dislocated by his own screams. He didn’t move an inch.
The guard carried this human backpack by one limb, blood dripping steadily to the floor as he walked toward the door.
The atmosphere was suffocating. The only sound in the cell was the steady drip of blood.
And on that pink mask, a silent smile remained.
“Why’d you do it?” the guard asked coldly, staring hard at that pink mask.
“Because it makes me happy.”
For once, Jealousy’s tone was lighter—less like a tortured soul, more playful.
“What? Planning to try it on me too? If you’d said so earlier, I wouldn’t have fought back.”
The guard walked out, dragging the human backpack with him.
“This time, he’s the one who sinned the most.”
“Next time, it’ll be you!”
And with that, the guard left, dragging Yellow-Hair—whose wide, dead eyes were still locked on Lu Ce.
The cell door was left open. The other prisoners kept their distance, far away.
At that moment, a loudspeaker rang out across the prison yard.
“Daily yard time. All cells, organize your participants and sequence.”
The smile faded from Lu Ce’s pink mask, replaced by his usual cold disdain.
He turned around and swept his gaze across the remaining prisoners.
“Yard time, huh...”
“I’m heading out. Anyone got a problem with that?”