Chapter 2

 The gate of hell finally opened. Howard led Leonard inside, and the door silently closed behind them, extinguishing the last glimmer of hope in Leonard''s heart. He closed his eyes, filled with confusion and fear about the life he was about to face.

 The inside was surprisingly large. It felt like stepping into another world, separated by a single door. The corridors were winding, and there were vast open spaces in the distance, surrounded by high walls with sentries faintly visible on top. As they walked further in, there were rooms managed by prison guards, a small supermarket, a medical room, a cafeteria, and large prison cells, each holding at least twenty to thirty people. The beds were bunk beds, and the beddings were uniformly dark gray. As Leonard walked through the corridor, he could clearly feel the hot, greedy gazes sweeping over him repeatedly. However, when they saw his dirty clothes and blackened face, most of the gazes withdrew, though a small portion still lingered on him.

 Howard led him to Room 22 and placed him on a bed inside.

 Leonard walked over trembling and sat down, lowering his head, looking extremely scared and disoriented.

 As soon as he sat down, he heard someone nearby sneer, followed by a sharp voice saying, "Oh, they''re sending us trash now. Do they think this is a garbage dump? Why didn''t they send that pretty boy from a few days ago here?"

 Howard knew the ins and outs of the prison. Generally, good-looking prisoners were well taken care of. Depending on their looks, they were assigned to different cells. For instance, if a burly man was sent in, no one cared where he stayed. But if someone with some looks was sent in, the people here would choose based on their status in the prison. The strongest would get the best first. Usually, the new prisoners'' back ends were untouched. The prison bosses would get the virgins first, and once they were bored, the chosen ones would be discarded for the lower ranks to play with. This had become a rule, and no one dared to break it.

 Howard glared at the person who spoke and warned, "I''m not one of those who bully the weak. Behave yourself and don''t go too far. I''ve brought the person in, but don''t overdo it."

 Probably because of Howard''s upright style and the fact that the people in this room were at the bottom, they didn''t dare to cross him. The person pursed his lips and said nothing more. Howard looked worriedly at Leonard, but since he couldn''t stay long, he sighed and left.

 Leonard kept his head down, silent. He could feel the malicious gazes around him. After a while, the person who spoke earlier said again, "A yellow dog protecting someone? Hahaha, probably protecting another dog!"

 As soon as he finished speaking, various mocking voices immediately came from around. Leonard looked up coldly at the speaker, a tall, burly man with a scar on his face, looking quite fierce.

 "Oh, you dare to glare at me? You bastard, in here, I''m the law. You still have the guts to glare? Good," Justin Carnegie said as he walked over and kicked Leonard''s knee, cursing viciously, "Go stand on your head by the door for an hour, or I''ll cripple you."

 Leonard was too filthy, his face unrecognizable, his body a mess. The people in Room 22 lost interest in him and turned to bullying. Every newcomer faced such treatment.

 Leonard looked at the burly man behind Justin who was glaring at him with a fierce expression. He pursed his lips and then got up to walk towards the door. He believed that if he didn''t go, he wouldn''t get any benefits and might even receive a more severe punishment.

 　　After he walked over, he slowly placed his hands on the ground, lifted his feet, and placed them against the wall. In an instant, he felt dizzy. Leonard closed his eyes to endure the discomfort and silently endured the feeling of blood rushing to his head.

 　　Seeing that he was obedient, Justin didn''t make things difficult for him anymore.

 　　Leonard couldn''t believe it himself; he really maintained that position for an hour. When he finally came down, he collapsed on the ground, unable to recover for a long time. No one came to comfort or greet him. By the time he finally recovered a bit, dinner time in the prison had long passed. The kitchen staff wouldn''t care if anyone hadn''t eaten, so he spent the night dizzy, hungry, and exhausted.