"This woman... I think I’ve slept with her!"
"Where did I sleep with her?"
"And when did it happen?"
Prison of Trapped Gods!
Inside the warden's office, Ye Huan lay on a lounge chair, staring at a video on his phone and muttering to himself.
The beautiful woman in the video was wearing a silver professional suit that perfectly accentuated her scorching figure—full bust, narrow waist, and perfectly rounded hips! Her facial features were like something hand-carved by a god.
A prize like that—let alone sleeping with her, even seeing her once would be unforgettable for a lifetime! Yet, no matter how hard he tried, Ye Huan couldn't recall a single detail.
"Sir, you’ve always been the type to pull up your pants and forget the person afterwards. Why the sudden interest in a woman you've slept with?" the warden asked weakly while squatting beside Ye Huan, thumping his legs.
"Did I give you permission to speak?" Ye Huan glared, reprimanding him. "Get to the corner and practice your anal sphincter exercises. Stop bothering me!"
"Yes, yes, of course!" The warden scrambled to the corner and began practicing immediately.
Just then, Ye Huan’s phone rang. Seeing the caller ID was his benefactor, "Lin Tai," Ye Huan quickly answered. Lin Tai was the very person who had sent him the video of the beauty.
Lin Tai: "Kid, have you finished watching the video I sent you?"
"I have. Lin, what is the meaning of this?" Ye Huan asked.
Lin Tai: "The girl in the video is named 'Lin Xi.' She is my granddaughter."
*Gulp.*
Ye Huan’s expression went slack, as if he’d been struck by lightning. His head was buzzing. He had actually slept with his benefactor’s granddaughter? What an animal he was!
"Lin, that..." Ye Huan started, awkwardly trying to explain. He had assumed Lin Tai sent the video and called to demand an explanation for his past behavior.
Lin Tai: "Kid, do you still remember the promise you made back then?"
Ye Huan blinked, surprised. He wasn't being confronted? Why bring up the past? "Of course I remember. You saved my life, and I promised to do one thing for you—anything at all!"
Lin Tai: "Is that promise still valid?"
Ye Huan suddenly understood. Lin Tai wasn't here to settle a score; he was asking for a favor. "Of course it’s still valid. Just tell me what you need. I won't refuse, even if it means walking through fire or oil!"
Lin Tai: "I want you to marry Lin Xi and move into the Lin Family as a live-in son-in-law. Can you do that?"
Ye Huan’s face turned green. It was clear Lin Tai didn't know he had already slept with Lin Xi. But once Lin Xi saw him and made a scene, Lin Tai would find out soon enough. How was he supposed to face his benefactor then?
Lin Tai: "What? You can't do it?"
"It’s not that I can't," Ye Huan said with a strained laugh. "It’s just that I’m certain Lin Xi wouldn't agree to marry me."
He couldn't even remember when he’d slept with her, but he knew he must have walked out immediately after. He could only imagine how furious she had been at the time. If she saw him again, who knew if she’d go full Super Saiyan and blast him into oblivion with a Kamehameha?
Lin Tai: "Since you *can* do it, then it’s settled. As for Lin Xi, don't you worry—I will convince her to marry you."
He hung up the phone.
Ye Huan stared blankly at his device, thousands of "grass mud horses" galloping through his mind. What a mess he’d made! But he was a man of principle—debts of hatred must be repaid, and debts of gratitude must be honored. Since he had given his word to Lin Tai, he had to follow through. It looked like he was going to have to face Lin Xi after all.
*Bang!*
The office door was kicked open. A prison guard rushed in, flustered and shouting: "Big Boss! Quick, there’s been a violent incident in Zone 3!"
The warden acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, continuing his exercises. In the Prison of Trapped Gods, the warden was only the "Second Boss." Ye Huan was the true Big Boss.
"Second-in-command, go handle it!" Ye Huan ordered.
Before the warden could speak, the guard added, "The second-in-command can't handle this one. The one causing trouble is 'Yaoji,' who was brought in this morning!"
The guard didn't give the warden an ounce of respect; he didn't even glance at him once. The warden wasn't offended—his authority and prestige among the inmates and guards had long ago been crushed by Ye Huan. Besides, he genuinely couldn't handle "Yaoji."
The Prison of Trapped Gods was a mysterious facility built on an isolated island in the Pacific, funded by nations globally to imprison rogue Gods of War and the most vicious criminals. Although the warden was himself a God of War, he was no match for Yaoji, who was ranked 35th on the global God of War list and 8th on the global Assassin list!
"Yaoji?" Ye Huan’s eyes lit up. He rose to his feet and said, "I heard Yaoji is a beauty, a real stunner. Let’s go have a look!"
He strode out in a hurry. Seeing that the Big Boss was willing to intervene, the guard finally relaxed. No matter how strong Yaoji was, she couldn't possibly be a match for Ye Huan!
Ye Huan was the world-renowned Underworld King. One man and one blade—he had made the global underworld submit. He was a creature known as a human beast. Every nation on Earth had jointly put up a 100-billion-dollar bounty for his head, only for the Underworld King to show up and collect the reward himself. When the official Gods of War from all nations held a meeting to discuss capturing him, he walked right into their venue and beat them until they each paid 100 million dollars to save their lives. Since then, he had become the only person in history whom no one dared to provoke. It was no exaggeration to say that if the Underworld King caught a cold, seven billion people would have to take medicine.
As for why the Underworld King was in the Prison of Trapped Gods? Mentioning it made everyone in the prison feel like they’d just bitten into a Sichuan peppercorn—numb and speechless. Other prisoners were caught after committing heinous crimes; the Underworld King had come here himself, saying he wanted to "experience life." Damn it!
...
In the Zone 3 courtyard!
A blonde, blue-eyed beauty with long legs had knocked every prisoner in the zone to the ground. She stood over them, cold and sharp. "A bunch of self-important trash. You dare lecture me on the rules? Do you even know who I am? Are you qualified? Do you have the ability?"
Yaoji looked at the fallen men with icy disdain, exuding an aura of absolute dominance.
"Those are the rules of the Prison of Trapped Gods! Every newcomer must learn them..." the Zone 3 leader wheezed from the ground.
"Bah! What a load of crap!" Yaoji scoffed. "You’re just trying to give me a 'welcome' to make me submissive. What a joke. I am Yaoji, 35th on the global God of War list and 8th on the assassin list. Who here is even qualified to teach me rules?"
"You..."
"You what? Had enough, or do you want me to beat you again? Listen well, all of you pieces of trash: from this moment on, I am the boss of this prison. You will all listen to me. Anyone who doesn't, I will make them wish they were dead."
The prisoners were infuriated. They took the Underworld King’s beatings because he was the undisputed strongest in the world. But what was Yaoji? She wasn't fit to be the Underworld King’s toilet paper, and she wanted to rule them?
"Big Boss! The Big Boss is here!" A prisoner spotted Ye Huan and shouted in excitement.
"Big Boss, the new prisoner is causing trouble! Please, do something..."
"Big Boss, she broke three of my ribs! You have to stand up for us..."
Seeing Ye Huan, the prisoners felt they had found their backbone again. Yaoji followed their gaze and saw Ye Huan approaching with the warden and the guard. She lifted her chin, wearing a provocative expression, planning to use the "Big Boss" to establish her dominance and cow the entire prison.
"So, you’re Yaoji?" Ye Huan walked up and looked her over.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, skin like snow, sharp features. She was 1.7 meters tall with a perfect hourglass figure and stunning long legs.
"Not bad, not bad at all. A real beauty," Ye Huan commented. He felt that Yaoji was on par with Lin Tai’s granddaughter, Lin Xi, just a different complexion—one was Huaxia, one was foreign.
"That's right, I’m Yaoji. So what? You’ve got a problem with me?" Yaoji glared at him, challenging him. A pretty boy who didn't look like he could fight—what threat could he possibly pose? However, after she spoke, she noticed the warden, the guards, and the prisoners all looking at her with schadenfreude. She felt a chill; something was wrong.
Ye Huan chuckled. Rank 35 on the God of War list and 8th among assassins—that was enough to make her this arrogant? He was the Underworld King himself; did he go around bragging?
"Didn't you hear what they just called me?" Ye Huan asked.
Yaoji blinked. "You’re the Big Boss they mentioned?" She let out a pig-like snort of laughter, mocking, "The legendary Prison of Trapped Gods, and the Big Boss is just some kid who hasn't even finished growing? Hilarious!"
"I am the Big Boss, which means everyone in this prison answers to me," Ye Huan said calmly.
As soon as he finished, Yaoji roared with laughter, laughing until her body shook. The warden, guards, and prisoners were all stunned—she was undeniably seductive when she laughed.
"Since everyone answers to you, I’d like to see how you plan to 'manage' me," Yaoji said, folding her arms across her chest defiantly.
"As you wish."
Ye Huan suddenly kicked her in the stomach. She went flying backward like a curled-up shrimp. The warden, guards, and prisoners gasped. As expected of the human beast, the Underworld King—he had no sympathy for a beauty like Yaoji at all.
Yaoji had never expected Ye Huan to actually strike. She stabilized herself five meters away, furious. "You dared to sneak attack me! I’ll kill you!"
She charged, her speed ghost-like, covering the distance in a blink. "Die!" She threw a punch aimed at his throat. This was her full-power strike, a strike born of rage. She was certain she would crush this pretty boy's skull.
However!
Just as her fist was about to connect, Ye Huan vanished into thin air.
"This..." Yaoji stopped, her pose frozen, her face full of shock. "Where is he?"
She was a God of War! A ranked God of War! She had struck with everything she had, yet her target had disappeared in front of her eyes. She hadn't even caught a glimpse of his movement.
*Smack!*
A sharp, stinging pain flared across her left hip. She realized immediately that Ye Huan was behind her and threw a roundhouse kick.
*Smack!*
The kick missed, and she received another smack to her left hip. She spun around to attack again, missed again, and was smacked once more.
No matter how fast or fierce her moves were, Ye Huan appeared behind her time and time again, rhythmically smacking her left hip. The warden, guards, and prisoners watched with wide eyes. Was this the true power of the Underworld King? Yaoji, a top-ranked God of War, was being treated like a toy. If the Underworld King had intended to kill her, she would have been dead in a single move.
"Stop, stop! I give up..." Yaoji cried out. If this continued, her hip would be bruised beyond recognition.
"Given up? Do you still think I can't manage you?" Ye Huan gave her right hip a firm squeeze and asked calmly.
Yaoji spun around, staring at Ye Huan with burning, intense eyes. "Are you the Underworld King?"
It wasn't hard to guess. Even among the ranked Gods of War, there were gaps in strength, but even the top-ranked one couldn't defeat her in a single strike. Only the Underworld King, the legendary monster who had beaten every official national God of War single-handedly, possessed that kind of power.
"What’s with that look?" Ye Huan felt uneasy under her intense gaze. "Is your brain in your butt? Did I hit your head when I smacked you?"
Not just Ye Huan—the others were confused, too. Yaoji’s behavior was completely abnormal! Everyone knew that anyone who provoked the Underworld King was a dead man. By all logic, she should be trembling and begging for mercy, not looking at him with such excitement.
"I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life to atone for my stupid provocation. If you like my body, you may enjoy it as you please!" Yaoji breathed rapidly, her face flushed with excitement.
Only then did Ye Huan and the others realize: Yaoji was a fan of the Underworld King. And not just a normal fan—a die-hard one!
"You’re a girl with great awareness," Ye Huan patted her shoulder with satisfaction. "Follow me from now on and be my butler!"
Yaoji was ecstatic. She knelt on one knee: "Thank you for your grace, Underworld King!"
"Get up." Ye Huan helped her to her feet and scanned the crowd. "Everyone, I’ve had a wonderful time in the Prison of Trapped Gods this past year. I intended to stay longer, but I have matters to attend to, and I must leave..."
Leave? The Underworld King was getting out? At that moment, the warden, the guards, and the prisoners all burst into tears. The Underworld King was finally leaving! They wouldn't have to get beaten up every few days anymore! It was so moving!
"Big Boss, when are you leaving? I’ll organize a farewell ceremony for you," the warden wiped away his tears. Damn it, he could finally reclaim his dignity, authority, and prestige! He could finally be the real Big Boss again!
"Right now," Ye Huan said, turning to leave without a moment’s hesitation.
"Farewell to the Big Boss!" The warden led the way as everyone knelt and shouted in unison.
"I’ll come back to visit you all often!" Ye Huan waved his hand without looking back.
Warden: "..."
Guard: "..."
Prisoners: "..."
They had been happy too soon! The warden silently pulled out his phone and sent a mass text to the official Gods of War of every nation: "The Underworld King has been released. Destination unknown!"
He didn't mention that Ye Huan had taken Yaoji with him. He didn't dare—if revealing Yaoji led to the Underworld King’s true identity being exposed, the Underworld King would skin him alive!
...
The Underworld King was out!
Upon hearing the news, the global official Gods of War immediately messaged the warden: "Where is the Underworld King headed?"
This was their greatest concern. To them, the Underworld King being released was like the King of Hell going on a secret visit to the mortal world—wherever he went, he brought death, panic, and chaos. If they knew where he was going, they could make arrangements.
The warden replied: "I don't know!"
That one "I don't know" caused the global Gods of War to break into a cold sweat. They immediately ordered relevant departments to pull all entry records and security footage from every city for the next three days, sending them to their offices to be screened personally. There was no other way; only they knew what the Underworld King actually looked like.
And just as the global Gods of War were losing their minds, massive numbers of members from the world’s most mysterious underground organization, "Hell Gate," began moving to Huaxia in batches. At the same time, all of Hell Gate’s intelligence personnel hidden in Huaxia’s cities were activated from their dormant state...
...
Outside the Pengcheng airport!
Lin Xi was dressed in a black tank top, black pants, black leather boots, and black sunglasses. She was drilling fifteen bodyguards dressed in the same style:
"Listen up! When that man comes out of the airport, wait for my signal. When I say hit, you hit. Don't go for the vitals—aim for the fleshy parts, like the butt. Hit him hard, understand?"
"Understood!" the fifteen bodyguards shouted in unison.
Lin Xi nodded and looked toward the airport exit, grumbling to herself: "Hmph, you want to marry me? I’ll make sure you can't get out of bed for three months!"
She was truly furious. Her grandfather, Lin Tai, had inexplicably forced her to "marry" a man she had never met, whose name and profession she didn't even know. She was the eldest daughter of the Lin Family; how could her marriage be treated as such a joke? So, she came up with the idea of beating her fiancé to a pulp. It wouldn't change her grandfather's decision, but it would certainly delay the wedding!
Lin Xi had it all planned out: send him to the hospital first, and once he got out, keep beating him until he voluntarily called off the engagement.
A woman had to be ruthless!
"Hm?"