In Yangcheng, Mu Yucheng hadn’t logged into Qiyue to read his ongoing novels for several days. His previous project was nearing its final stages, keeping him so busy he barely had time to sleep, let alone pick up his phone to read web fiction. Today, he finally completed the last round of testing. Everything was in place, just waiting for the client to come for acceptance the day after tomorrow. Mu Yucheng kept only himself and a few maintenance staff on hand, giving the rest of the team, who had worked hard for over half a month, a day off.
Of course, even though he stayed at the company, he was now free and could finally browse Qiyue to read novels.
"I’ve saved up dozens of chapters of *Yu Zui*, right? This time I can binge-read it all!" Mu Yucheng thought delightedly, propping his legs up on the desk. Since only a few people were left in the project team, he could sit however he wanted or even lie down if he pleased.
But the next second, he nearly fell off his chair.
"What the hell?" Mu Yucheng shifted, barely managing to sit up straight, and muttered under his breath.
Staring wide-eyed, he saw a new banner ad on the webpage: "From Yang Yi, author of *Soldiers’ Sortie*, *Drawing Sword*, and *Yu Zui*, the new work *Prison Break*—see you on September 1st!"
This level of promotion was typically reserved for top-tier authors, and Yang Yi had long enjoyed such treatment, so that wasn’t what surprised Mu Yucheng.
What he found hard to believe was this: Had he been away from reading for only a short while, and *Yu Zui* was already finished?
He quickly clicked into the page for *Yu Zui*, but it was clearly still in serialization.
Or was it nearing its end?
Mu Yucheng didn’t buy it. Even though he hadn’t read in days, based on the story’s progression, the book was definitely not at its conclusion!
Fortunately, the comment section gave him answers.
Many readers were as shocked as Mu Yucheng, frantically asking if *Yu Zui* was going to stop updating. If so, they demanded Yang Yi’s address to send razor blades or teddy bears, ensuring he could open a blade shop or a pet store!
Yang Yi naturally didn’t respond, but Qiyue’s official account posted a pinned notice: *Yu Zui* would continue updating as usual; *Punch Break* was just a new project Yang Yi had started.
So, this meant he was writing two novels simultaneously?
Mu Yucheng frowned. He disliked authors who wrote two books at once—it was like a man juggling two relationships, lacking focus and harming both works.
In the comment section, a manually pinned thread had already racked up tens of thousands of replies, with readers urgently begging Qiyue’s editors to persuade Yang Yi to drop the idea.
Mu Yucheng sighed inwardly and silently added his own sign-in to the thread.
For some reason, after learning this news, he felt a sudden loss of interest, like a man in a post-clarity state, not even wanting to read novels anymore.
But just as he was about to close the comment section, a post caught his attention: "Don’t trash it without reading—*Prison Break* might actually be great!"
The poster urged everyone not to judge *Prison Break* prematurely but to check out its main page first.
Main page? Had one already been set up for it?
Mu Yucheng thought it over and decided to take a look, since deep down, he still had firm faith in Yang Yi’s talent.
"Whoa, what’s this?" Opening the main page of *Prison Break*, Mu Yucheng couldn’t help but gasp. A chaotic, colorful tattoo came into view.
It was a half-body image, clearly a man’s tattoo, but densely packed, covering almost his entire body and even extending to his neck. The tattoo consisted of strange patterns, resembling Western churches and mythical creatures, though Mu Yucheng couldn’t identify them.
"Looks like a hardened criminal, with all those tattoos! Terrifying..." Mu Yucheng thought, linking it to the book’s title and forming a quick impression.
But this promotional image, released by Qiyue’s official account, couldn’t be that simple. Mu Yucheng noticed the artist was Yang Yi himself.
Yang Yi could draw too? Mu Yucheng felt a pleasant surprise.
So, this tattoo wasn’t just for shock value? Maybe the patterns had deeper meaning!
Below the main page, the comment section was already buzzing with readers discussing the tattoo, with some detail-obsessed fans studying which obscure mythology the creatures belonged to.
Unknowingly, Mu Yucheng had developed a strong interest in this book.
"Forget it, writing two books at once is fine. With Yang Yi’s skill, he can probably handle it. I’m really looking forward to *Prison Break*’s exciting story coming soon! Escaping from prison—that’s a great theme!" One reader’s comment echoed what Mu Yucheng was now thinking.
...
In Jiangcheng, on a street outside a kindergarten, a sturdy car was parked.
"What’s the point of watching from outside?" Mo Fei’s voice sounded inside the car as she muttered to Yang Yi, "Why don’t we just go in and check it out directly? You and Xixi go in, and I’ll wait outside."
Xixi was also pressing her face against the window, curiously looking out. "Mom, what are we looking at?"
But Yang Yi had a different idea. "Walking straight in won’t show us much. We’d only see what they want us to see, same as what’s on their flyers. We’d have no idea how the kids are actually treated by the teachers inside."
Mo Fei had to admit he had a point. Confused, she asked, "So what do we do?"
"That’s where I come in. You two wait in the car for me!" Yang Yi smiled slightly, unbuckled his seatbelt, and pushed the door open.
Before Mo Fei could stop him, Yang Yi was already out. She quickly leaned toward the window to see what he was up to.
She watched as his figure disappeared into a quiet alley. Just as she was wondering, she suddenly saw Yang Yi appear on the roof of a two-story street-side building.
How did he get up there?
Mo Fei was stunned.
That tall yet agile figure moved like a parkour expert, leaping swiftly across several rooftops until he reached the kindergarten’s side. With a single bound, his figure vanished again.
"That bastard!" Mo Fei couldn’t help but mutter through gritted teeth.
She remembered the time Xixi had been "snatched away" by Yang Yi—clearly, he’d used these same skills to pull it off.
But Xixi turned her head in confusion, looked at her mom, and asked, "Mom, where did Dad go?"
"He went to buy us something."
Xixi pouted, unhappy. "Dad didn’t take Xixi along. That’s so mean!"
"Because Xixi needs to stay with Mom! Mom is really scared alone in the car," Mo Fei soothed her.
Xixi immediately forgot her displeasure, nodding eagerly as she held her mom’s hand. "Okay, then Xixi will keep you company! Don’t be scared, Mom. Xixi isn’t scared at all."
About fifteen minutes later, Yang Yi returned, his expression calm, as if he hadn’t just been hopping across rooftops.
"This kindergarten won’t work. The teachers are just sitting around chatting, letting the kids play with toys on their own. Completely irresponsible!" Yang Yi shook his head, telling Mo Fei.
"Dad, what did you buy for us?" Xixi leaned in, looking at him expectantly.
"Huh?" Yang Yi was utterly confused.