Bab 241: 241 – Live Behind the Bars

{Vorn's POV}

Carrying a tray filled with food, I walked into the large dining hall of the prison. Several inmates in orange uniforms, all battered-faced, averted their eyes when I glanced at them.

I made them like that, and I finally came out of the isolation room today. My fists still hurt from beating them.

This human body is really an inconvenience.

I went to a table in the corner of the room, which was not too full. The inmates who were sitting there immediately flinched when they saw me.

"Relax." I put my tray on the table. "I won't do anything if you guys don't mess with me."

But they all moved from there, and I didn't care. I still eat my food.

Not long after, a group of people with tattoos sat at this table. It looks like the previous inmates were forced to leave. Maybe these people were from a gang or something.

I don't give a shit.

One of them, rather muscular with a dragon's head tattoo on his forehead, leaned toward me. "You already know me, right? So…."