Chapter 1 Part2 (2/2)
But apparently these guys were clever enough. The leader walked out stiffly, obviously in fury. The others saw that and silently followed him out.
Hill let out a sigh of relief. Only until then did he feel his s.h.i.+rt drenched, maybe from his nervousness, or maybe from the heat in the bathroom. Hmm, sometimes being a prison guard could be thrilling too. He looked back, and Lineas had already stood up. ”Thank you.” He thanked him sincerely. Wet hair curled on his forehead. Under his eyelashes, his black eyes were almost crystal. Hill shrugged and walked towards the exit, telling him, ”You are lucky that I ran into them today. You'd better pray for good luck next time.”
”I will be careful next time.” Lineas followed him, casually wrapped a bath towel around his waist. Hill heard the hostility in his voice, and warned, ”You'd better not bring more troubles.”
”How so?” Lineas gave him a kind but keen smile. Even an idiot could tell the plan in his mind. Hill shook his head and walked out. No innocent people got locked up here. As long as things were in control, he didn't bother to care much.
Hill flickered, and then stopped, surprised that he could meet Olay here again. His face was in fact very attractive, with clean-cut features and sharp curve. Hill looked him up and down. He seemed just finished showering, as water was dripping from his hair. Those guys must have waited till he left before attacking. His expression was as cold as usual, showing that although he was alive, he preferred to keep everyone away.
Hill smiled at him and friendly greeted, ”Olay, are your feet getting better?”
Olay gave him a look, ”Yes.” A very short answer. When he picked up the dirty clothes and walked out, Hill noticed that his feet was almost recovered. That was indeed impressive resilience.
”Good resilience.” When Olay walked pa.s.s him, the cop said gently. Olay wasted no look at him and left.
Hill turned around gazing at the back of Olay. He carried a breeze when he walked, which ruffled through his hair. Hill enjoyed watching him walk, which had an amazing sense of balance. Olay's movement was always enjoyable to watch. He was having a good time, Hill thought, it shouldn't be like this.
Lineas changed his clothes and walked out. He noticed Hill's gaze, and looked at Olay's back, then sneered, ”His bad days are probably coming soon.”
Hill looked back at him in shock. Lineas immediately gave him a kind smile, ”n.o.body will die, Sir.” Then he never bothered to looked at Hill again. He turned around and left, planning on the revenge in the future.
This guy was doing this to return his favor, but Hill was not sure if this piece of information was useful to him. Indeed, such long silence must be the foreshadow of a bigger plan, but…… If n.o.body's gonna die, it's not his business. In the hallway where Olay disappeared, he could almost see a ghost of his elegant and vigorous figure. The way he walked was amazingly beautiful. He shook his head and decided to let go of this matter. He was not in charge anyway. He was just a little prison guard. Everybody else was conniving, and there was no reason for him to be a deviant. This was not a comic book, and he was not superman.
The best result would be Olay staying alive and learned his lessons, which would save him a lot of trouble. He said to himself.
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