Villain Retirement-Novel

Chapter 221 - Rank

"Should I just kill all of you?"

"W… what?"

The four prisoners that entered Riley's cell could not help but take in small gulps as they stared at the white entity in front of them. They initially thought that they would finally get to have fun again since the new prisoner was near their cells.

It wasn't only them that had the same idea of trying to take advantage of Riley; they were, however, the only ones stupid– brave enough to approach a prisoner that was completely wrapped in thick kevlar.

But alas; perhaps the hint of Riley's porcelain white skin completely overpowered any of their common sense; seeing his wide mouth as he was being dragged by the guards was enough to tingle and awaken the desperation of their manhood.

"We… were just trying to see if you were alright," one of the men then said as he tried to act as if they didn't just attempt to do some very bad things to Riley.

"..." Riley started blinking several times before his eyes once again strayed towards the four men, who flinched almost at the same time trying to avoid Riley's gaze.

"..."

What followed that instance, however, was a silence that made every sound within the prison travel to Riley's cell; and considering there were a lot of curious eyes and ears centered on the new prisoner, one could almost even make out the words that the other prisoners outside were breathing.

"..."

"..."

This silence continued for a few more seconds. Until finally, the one nearest to the cell door fell on his butt; the invisible door that was blocking their path outside, now gone.

"Go, homosexuals," Riley then let out a small sigh as he gestured to the four to go away; waving his hand before his eyes once again travelled across his new room, "I will let you live since the main character from Italian Mafia Reborn didn't kill his fellow prisoners in the first day."

"..." Upon hearing Riley's words, the four could only once again look at each other; before making the quiet decision to just run away– even pushing away the other prisoners that were not-so-subtly trying to examine Riley.

And finally being free of any foreign presence in his room, Riley let out a short but very deep breath. He then looked at the stretcher that the guards left him on; a small smile crawled on his face as he moved it to the corner of the small room with his mind.

He might have a use for the stretcher during his stay; whatever that use is, Riley could only smile in anticipation.

"..." His eyes then once again wandered throughout his cell; the smile on his face fading as he did so. The room was only about 4.5 square meters, smaller than any of the bathrooms that Riley had throughout the years– their house, the Academy, and the place where he keeps his guests.

And suffice to say, there was a sort of irritation slowly building up inside him. He was also provided a bed… with sheets that look like they have not been washed since the prison was built. As for the pillows, well… it might as well be made of cardboard.

"..." He then turned his eyes towards the toilet which was just behind the bed; and like with the sheets, it looked like it hadn't been cleaned once.

If it was like this, then Riley wouldn't have destroyed the HM Prison Leeds. Leeds was only considered the second most secured facility in the world– but at the very least, the people there had style; even having a similar confinement with what Riley has in his Guesthouse.

But this Super Max Prison that was considered to be the most secure in the world? It just looked like any normal prison– one could even say a poorly maintained one.

"..." Should he actually just leave? Riley thought as he flicked his finger, causing the flush handle of the toilet to turn. The toilet, however, did not cry water as it was intended to do; only letting out a light thud as the floater inside hit nothing but dust.

Seeing this, Riley could only once again let out a small breath. He really should probably not stay here for long. He can't attend the Academy anymore, but it didn't really matter; if he escaped, then a lot of heroes would be after him– it would be a better way to get through his boredom.

Riley then took another look around his cell, before finally stepping out of it. And as soon as his feet passed through the bars of his cell, the persisting noise and whispers that were chattering in the air completely stopped. The eyes of those who were once moving their mouth, now all looking at Riley.

"Hello, fellow prisoners," and even with more than a dozen stares seemingly threatening to kill him, Riley only waved his hand. His eyes then once again wandered around, examining every corner of the part of the prison he was in– and with just one look, this place really did not look like an establishment that deserved the number 1 spot.

It almost looked like an abandoned building, with lots of cells either empty or just completely destroyed.

"..." Was he really even in the Super Max Prison? Maybe they made some sort of mistake and placed him inside a normal prison somewhere in a less… advanced country?

But no; Warden Yakovich was a powerful super– someone like that wouldn't be working in a backwater prison.

There were lots of thoughts circling in Riley's mind; a few seconds after, however, he slightly shook his head as he once again examined the prison.

There were only 2 levels; one on the ground, and a mezzanine that surrounded the hall. Riley's cell was located on the mezzanine, allowing him a full view of the activity inside the prison hall. There were a lot of people still looking at him; the others, however, were already walking in a line towards what Riley could assume to be the Yard.

And soon, all the eyes that were staring at him were gone– the prisoners, now all outside for their so-called Yard Time.

And so, with nothing to do, Riley could really only follow the others outside to see more of the prison; and as soon as the sun hit his eyes, Riley could not help but slightly let out a small breath.

From the dilapidated hall he was just in, to a large field that was filled with all sorts of recreational activities and objects. The design was almost like a large garden… a large garden littered with the worst humans, that is.

There was an outdoor gym, a basketball court, a resting area… and a wall that stood almost half a mile, completely separating them from the outside world. But even with this grandiose structure, Riley's eyes were elsewhere.

There was a sort of glass wall separating a part of the Yard– specifically, there was a wall preventing them from moving towards the part of the field that looked like a garden. He could see some people inside, but no way to access it from his side.

"That's where the top Rankers are."

And without even asking or opening his mouth, Riley heard a voice answering a question he didn't ask. Riley then turned his head to the side, only to see a slightly aged man standing beside him; the old man's left eye, completely hollow and surrounded by scars.

"You're the fish, right?" The old man then continued to talk even though Riley didn't say anything, "You don't even need to answer since this is the first time I'm seeing you."

"I'm not a fish, prisoner," Riley muttered.

"...That's a term for a fresh recruit," the old man could only blink a couple of times as he looked at Riley. A few seconds after, however, he began to approach the wall of glass that separated them from the so-called top Rankers.

"Don't touch this glass," the old man then said as he tried to look Riley in the eyes, "The top Rankers don't like it when we approach them."

"Top Rankers, I assume they are the strongest prisoners here, prisoner?"

"There are about 30 of them. You wouldn't find them mingling with us since they have their own private rooms– Now, come on; let me introduce you to my friends, you'll need as many friends here to prevent… bad things happening to you," the old man then looked at Riley from head to toe, resisting the urge to talk about Riley's unusually white skin and hair.

Although Riley by no means looked like a woman, he was no doubt the youngest looking prisoner they have right now– not to mention his skin that seemed to have not even been touched by anyone and anything.

"You'll be the target of some bad people wanting to do… things with you, so let's g– What are you doing!?"

And before the old man could finish his words, he almost choked in his own saliva as he saw Riley suddenly approaching the glass wall.

"You said they have private rooms, prisoner?"

"...What?"

"If I drag one of them here," Riley's eyes then scanned the prisoners that were relaxing on the other side of the glass wall, "Will I be able to get his private room?"

"That's…" The old man didn't really know what to say, but seeing the somewhat serious expression on Riley's face, the only thing he could really do was let out a small sigh before shaking his head.

"You need to raise your rank by fighting," the old man then said.

"..."

"..."

"....Fighting?"