Chapter 165: Bro, You Look Too Fierce
Nan Xun hurriedly said, “Of course you can! Bro, with you coming to our Cell 242, the place practically lights up!”
At that moment, someone inside muttered that Yan Luo had arrived. The others instantly sprang up from their beds like carp leaping from water, scrambling and rolling as they got down.
By the time Yan Luo stepped inside, all five of them were already standing in a perfectly straight line, faces full of awe.
Yan Luo swept his gaze around the cell, his brow knitting slightly.
The five men’s hearts immediately jumped. Damn it—if they’d known Yan Luo was coming, they would’ve scrubbed the whole cell clean even if it killed them. Everyone knew Yan Luo was famous for his obsession with cleanliness!
Yan Luo looked straight at Nan Xun. “Xiao Bai, which bed is yours?”
Nan Xun pointed to the upper bunk of the innermost bed. “Bro, mine’s the top bunk. If you want to sit, you can make do with Old Two’s bed. He changes his bedding every two weeks—it’s pretty clean.”
Du Pan immediately received a look of pure disdain from Yan Luo.
Du Pan: …
He really was pretty clean. Their boss changed his bedding once a month—and Du Pan helped him do it. Old Three and the others only changed theirs every three or four months, sometimes even half a year.
Yan Luo, clearly disgusted, didn’t step further inside.
“About going to the quarry this afternoon—who’s willing to switch with me?” Yan Luo asked calmly, looking at them.
Before anyone else could speak, Nan Xun rushed to answer. “Bro, do you need to switch because you’ve got something to do? If you want to go this afternoon, I’ll switch with you.”
Yan Luo reached out and knocked him on the head. “You shut up.”
Nan Xun responded with an “oh” and obediently stood by his side.
Just that small gesture was enough to make the five men standing there feel like their eyes were broken.
When Yan Luo raised his hand earlier, they’d thought he was about to smash Little Six’s skull in. No help for it—those past scenes were burned too deeply into their memories. But instead of a bloody head-smashing spectacle, what they saw was Yan Luo knocking Little Six on the head.
Since when had Yan Luo ever been this gentle with anyone, huh? Damn it—even telling Little Six to shut up carried a trace of tenderness.
What the hell kind of world was this?!
They knew Yan Luo treated Little Six as a junior, but this was the first time they’d seen up close how much Yan Luo doted on him.
In the past, Yan Luo would never have done something like this.
The one rare time Yan Luo’s compassion overflowed, Little Six was the one who got it all.
Damn it—the more they thought about it, the more jealous they became.
Iron Brother rubbed his shiny bald head and put on a flattering smile. “Lord Yan, how about I switch with you? Next time it’s your turn to go to the quarry, I’ll go in your place.”
Hearing this, Old Two and the others also quickly said they were willing to switch with Yan Luo, their attitudes extremely sincere.
Yan Luo said indifferently, “I’ll switch with your boss.”
When Iron Brother heard the word boss, he waved his hands repeatedly, flustered. “Lord Yan, please don’t call me that. I can’t handle it.”
At two in the afternoon, the inmates from the second floor gathered punctually in the first-floor hall, and the guards began handing out ankle shackles one by one.
There were generally two types of shackles. One was the heavy-duty kind—long enough but extremely heavy. Once locked onto your ankles, they completely crushed any inappropriate thoughts of escape. The other was the portable kind—lighter, but less than a meter long, so you couldn’t even run.
The guards at Meihuan Prison were fairly humane and let the inmates choose their shackles.
Nan Xun studied them and was about to pick one when Yan Luo had already chosen for him.
The portable kind—light to wear, but impossible to run in.
For himself, however, Yan Luo chose the heavy shackles—the kind most people went for.
He crouched down and, with practiced movements, locked them on. The heavy shackles clanked loudly. The sound might be pleasing to the ear, but the person wearing them would feel anything but pleased.
Nan Xun also started locking his on himself and asked curiously, “Bro, why did you pick the portable ones for me? We’re going to haul stones—wearing these will make moving around really inconvenient.”
After finishing his own, Yan Luo took the shackles from the kid’s hands and fastened them for him. With a sharp click, the shackles closed, the small patch of exposed skin at Nan Xun’s ankle making solid contact with the cold metal. The icy touch made Nan Xun shiver.
Yan Luo rolled up one leg of his pants, his gaze falling on Nan Xun’s fair ankle. “With skin this delicate, you still want to wear heavy shackles, hmm?”
Nan Xun hurriedly said, “Bro, I just look fair, really. I’m actually pretty sturdy. If I wear these, I’ll definitely hold you back.”
Yan Luo’s tone lifted slightly. “How much you weigh, I’ve seen countless times already—I know it very well. And besides, my ‘back leg’ is solid enough. You can’t drag it down.”
Unable to persuade him, Nan Xun could only wear the light shackles. When he walked, his steps turned into little shuffling strides, which made Yan Luo chuckle nonstop.
Damn it—who was it that made him like this in the first place? And he still had the nerve to laugh.
A total of 120 inmates from the second floor filled two large prison trucks and were transported to a remote, desolate quarry.
Inside the truck, Nan Xun and Yan Luo sat close together. A small area next to them was left conspicuously empty—no one dared to sit there.
The two of them chatted quietly.
Nan Xun asked about precautions when hauling ore, and Yan Luo patiently explained everything to him.
The surrounding inmates all stole strange, furtive glances at the pair.
About forty minutes later, the prison trucks stopped. The guards pointed with their batons and shouted for the inmates to get off.
Nan Xun looked around. The place was utterly barren. The trucks had stopped on a flat dirt road; beyond that point, vehicles couldn’t go any farther and everyone had to walk.
Behind the prison trucks were three large cargo trucks, and beyond them a dozen or so hand-pushed carts.
Nan Xun looked at the cargo trucks and the handcarts, then at Old Two. Bro, this doesn’t seem quite like what you described…
This quarry site was in terrible condition. From here to the mining area was over a kilometer away, with a twenty-degree rocky slope. It wasn’t steep, but everything had to be done on foot.
The inmates first had to load the blasted ore pieces one by one onto the handcarts, push them down to this spot, and finally pile everything onto the big trucks. Judging by the trucks’ capacity, each team would need to push at least four loads.
Some inmates had already started cursing out loud, but only dared to do so verbally. Before the guards even gave orders, everyone had already split themselves into teams.
Seeing the empty space around him, Nan Xun couldn’t help but look up at his brother. “Bro, you look way too fierce. No one even dares to come ask to team up with us.”
Yan Luo patted his head, then directly slung an arm around the kid and walked into a power-focused team. Without ceremony, he kicked out the two weakest members and replaced them with themselves.
The guard glanced over, then silently looked away, pretending he hadn’t seen anything.
One hundred and twenty people, divided into twelve teams, began working just like that.
Before Yan Luo could even speak, the leader of their team bent over obsequiously and said, “Lord Yan, you rest. We’ll handle it.”
Nan Xun: My bro is fucking awesome!
