I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2550 - 1601: Heh Heh~

In here, you get all sorts of monsters and demons, nothing surprising about it.

He began to wander and pray for his uncertain fate.

"Thud!"

The iron door was shut again.

Alright then.

At least he’s not alone.

But Zhang Zhongquan probably isn’t someone who fears loneliness; or rather, in such an environment, he would rather be alone. But this isn’t a hotel; whether he gets to enjoy "single room" treatment is not up to him.

He continued pacing back and forth, with a panicked expression, acting all suspicious, without any intention of greeting his new cellmate.

He was impolite, not very hospitable, but the other guy was quite enthusiastic and started talking to him upon entering.

"Buddy, what got you in here? Stealing, or molesting a chick? Those are small crimes; no need to be so scared, nothing worth tensing about."

Stealing?

Molesting?

Even among crimes, there’s a hierarchy.

And from these words, you could tell the other person’s first impression of him.

"You’re the thief! You’re the pervert!"

Already in a state of mental chaos, Zhang Zhongquan couldn’t restrain his emotions and retaliated immediately.

The scruffy guy with a beard and cheap plastic slippers just chuckled, far more magnanimous than Zhang Zhongquan, probably a frequent inmate, entirely unbothered, sitting down in a bold manner, raising one foot to rest on the "bed."

The dirt-black toes were clear to see.

"Buddy, once you’re in here, you have to open your mind. Whether you’re scared or not, it’s still a day. Why make it hard on yourself?"

Saying this, he dug his fingers into his toe gaps in a carefree manner, as if he were back at his own home.

Though an ordinary person, Zhang Zhongquan was a person with basic decency. Already groggy, he felt nauseous seeing the other’s filthy behavior, a wave of vomiting rising in his stomach.

"Guards! Guards! I want to be moved! Or get this person out!"

"Don’t waste your breath."

After scratching his toes, the guy then dug into his ear, an evil grin on his filthy face, "Even if you scream yourself hoarse, no one will pay attention to you."

What did the doctor advise again?

Avoid excessive emotional fluctuations.

Zhang Zhongquan held onto the wall, his head spinning, enduring the dual burdens of physical and mental agony.

"Buddy, are you feeling unwell?"

The guy pulled out his pinky from his ear, blew on it, then patted the spot beside him, "Come on, sit down and rest for a while."

Zhang Zhongquan remained silent, breathing heavily.

"What’s the matter? Why fight against yourself?"

This guy, perhaps being too eager to help or lacking boundaries, saw that Zhang Zhongquan wasn’t replying and actually put down his foot, intending to come over, seemingly wanting to help Zhang Zhongquan rest.

"Stay away from me!"

Zhang Zhongquan raised his hand and shouted, nearly losing his breath, the dizziness intensifying.

"Buddy, I’m doing this for your good. You can come out if you go in here, but if something happens to your body, then you’re in trouble. You don’t want your wife and son to become a widow and orphan, do you?"

"You..."

Zhang Zhongquan felt as if a fly—no, a swarm of flies—buzzing annoyingly around his ears, ready to lash out with harsh words, but suddenly realized something was off.

"How do you know I have a wife and son?"

"Hehe, I just saw your wife earlier."

Zhang Zhongquan’s eyes widened, instantly filled with energy, "Where? Where is my wife?"

The guy gestured outside the iron door with his lips, "There, outside. But they stopped her, didn’t let her see you. Ah, truly heartless."

"Bastard! What gives them the right? Why can’t they let my wife see me? I haven’t committed a crime!"

The guy stood a few steps away, scratching his ear again, "Buddy, save your strength. What’s with the loud voice? No one will care. Everyone says they’re innocent when they get in here. Hell, I’m innocent too."

"Screw you!"

Zhang Zhongquan, past his limit, cursed loudly, "I’m not like you!"

Anyone else would be mad, but this guy had an absurdly good temper, being insulted again and again by a stranger, yet showing not even a hint of emotional reaction.

Who said everyone in here is as vicious as wolves and tigers?

Clearly, they’re kind-hearted, amiable, and they speak quite nicely too.

"Buddy, we’re different. I don’t have a wife or kids, just a lone wolf."

Speaking, the guy turned back, sitting down on the bed again, raising his feet once more.

He looked up at a strange angle of over forty degrees, glancing at Zhang Zhongquan leaning against the wall. His cheerful gaze inexplicably gave a chill down the spine, like being... watched by a Komodo dragon.

"So I envy you. Having a wife who’s so concerned about you."

Zhang Zhongquan felt increasingly uneasy, "Who are you?"

"They all call me Old Liu Wu."

Old Liu Wu?

Zhang Zhongquan frowned, trying hard to think with his swelling head but came up with nothing.

"We don’t know each other..."

"Yeah. Never met."

Old Liu Wu chuckled, seemingly uncomfortable with his position, he put down one leg, switching to the other.

"But just now when I saw your wife, tsk, that feeling, like an arrow to the heart~ I think, that’s what love at first sight feels like."

Seeing the squinting, enraptured man before him, Zhang Zhongquan was stunned, as if he hadn’t heard clearly.

"What did you say?"

"I said, your wife, she’s truly luscious. That big butt, those big tits—tsk—"

Drool seemed almost ready to drip from his mouth, then he looked Zhang Zhongquan up and down, "Buddy, with your physique, I doubt you can satisfy your wife, right? No worries, leave it to me, Old Liu Wu here."

He patted his chest, "Since fate brought us together, when I get out, I’ll surely take good care of your wife, uh, and your son. Don’t worry about it in here."

Even though his wife was... big and burly, he couldn’t possibly allow others to covet her, that’s just how men are.

Zhang Zhongquan went from bewildered to shocked, then to seething with rage, his face rapidly reddening, veins popping, his neck thickening.

"Say that one more time?! If you dare touch my wife or son, I’ll kill you!"

"Hehe."

The other chuckled again, his nonchalant attitude further fanning the flame in Zhang Zhongquan’s swelling chest.

"Buddy, why let fertile water flow to outsiders? If I don’t benefit from it, some other man will. Don’t worry, I won’t let your wife suffer, if your son behaves, I’ll be his good daddy, hehe."

In his rags and dirt, like a homeless hobo, Zhang Zhongquan suddenly recalled a pornographic novel he read before, panting hoarsely, eyes bloodshot, corners of his eyes nearly tearing,

He hadn’t committed a crime.

But this man was different.

Seemed like a frequent offender.

A person like this is capable of anything, nothing surprising.

"I’m innocent, and I’ll be out soon. That’s my wife, my son, no one can touch them!"

He said each word like a lion marking his territory, but leaning against the wall just to barely stand, he was more like a battered lion, struggling to survive another day.

"Hehe. Buddy, let’s see who’s faster. How about a game? Whoever gets out first, gets to snuggle in your bed, hold your wife, then... hehehe..."

"I’ll damn your ancestors!"

The surging emotions could no longer be held back, breaking the dam, bursting forward. Zhang Zhongquan seemed to hear the dam break in his head. Eyes wide, fierce with rage, he lunged at Old Liu Wu ready to fight, but after just one step, his vision darkened suddenly, the world spun around him, staggering a few steps, collapsing forward with a thud, fingertips grazing Old Liu Wu’s filthy slippers, falling at his feet.

And his body twitched faintly.

"Hehe~"

The same unchanging laughter again.

Calm and unhurried, Old Liu Wu set his foot down, stepped over the twitching Zhang Zhongquan, grabbed the iron door, pressing his face between the iron bars.

"SOS!!!"