Chapter 3

 　　The next day, Leonard was still asleep when the loud "bang bang bang" sound outside startled him awake. Accompanied by the shouts of "Wake up," the sounds of people getting up and rustling around filled the air. Some people were complaining, and those with bad tempers cursed on the spot. He hadn''t slept well all night, hungry and scared. He had barely dozed off for less than an hour.

 　　He didn''t dare to complain and quickly got up. His cellmates were already up, holding their small basins and towels, heading out to wash up. It was only then that Leonard realized he had nothing except a bed and the blanket on it.

 　　He hesitated as he stood up, not knowing what to do. Seeing others making their beds, he turned around and tidied up his messy blanket.

 　　Fortunately, someone came to find him soon, "Room 22, Leonard!"

 　　"Is Leonard from Room 22 here?" A tall, thin prison guard in uniform poked his head in impatiently and asked.

 　　Leonard quickly replied, "Here, here!"

 　　The prison guard looked him up and down, sneered, and lazily said, "Follow me to get your things."

 　　Leonard ignored the hostile look, lowered his head, and followed.

 　　He followed the prison guard to the storage room to get a towel, a basin, and other daily necessities. The prison guard waved him off like a fly, indicating that Leonard should leave on his own. Out of good manners, he still bent down and said thank you.

 　　Leonard hurried back with a pile of things in his arms. By this time, there were not many people left in the rest area. After getting up in the morning, the prisoners would wash up and then go to the cafeteria for breakfast. After breakfast, they would gather in the large open area and start working.

 　　The prison was surprisingly large. From the storage room to Room 22 was a long distance. Leonard was afraid that if he went late, there would be no food left, so he quickened his pace after getting his things.

 　　On the way, he passed that special place again. For some reason, he slowed down.

 　　The style was obviously different from ordinary prison cells, and the room was independent, somewhat like a small villa outside, but with only one floor. Even with just one floor, it was much better than the dirty and messy prison cell Leonard lived in. There were even a few potted plants outside the door. In the prison, this was considered a top-notch suite. However, the door still had a golden number "8" made of dark blue iron, indicating that a prisoner lived inside.

 　　He wondered what kind of prisoner could live in such a good place, and everything about it exuded a sense of specialness and nobility!

 　　Curiosity can sometimes kill the cat. Leonard nervously swallowed, his fingers tightly clutching the basin in his arms. He carefully looked around and, seeing no one, his courage grew. He sneaked towards the half-open door, his curiosity overwhelming him, especially since he could faintly hear voices inside.

 　　He took a few steps to the door and peeked inside. It was surprisingly clean and tidy, with everything in place: a sofa, a TV, a table and chairs, a bed. It was clearly a small presidential suite, though not as high-end since it was still in a prison. The voices were coming from the large bed.

 　　A person was lazily sitting on the bed, a cigarette in his mouth, one hand resting on the edge of the bed, and the other... pressing on the head in front of his crotch. Leonard widened his eyes and saw that there was another person kneeling in front of him. He couldn''t tell what the kneeling person was doing, but their head was bobbing up and down, and they were mumbling something incomprehensible.

 Due to the angle, he could only see the side face of the seated person and that dark head. Occasionally, the smoking man would make a "hiss" sound. Leonard became even more curious. He turned his body to get a clearer view of the scene inside, but what he saw almost made him scream.