Chapter 166: Heh Heh, Yan Luo Is a Dumbass
Yan Luo shot the man a sideways glance and said calmly, “I, Yan Luo, am not someone who bullies the weak with strength. You eight carry the ore onto the cart. Later, Xiao Bai and I will push it over. We’ll divide the work and cooperate.”
Hearing the first half, the men practically wanted to cry. You’re not someone who bullies the weak? Then who the hell is?
But once they heard the second half, they almost cheered out loud. This stretch of road was sloped, and a cart loaded with rocks was extremely heavy—pushing it downhill was dangerous work. Yet Yan Luo had actually volunteered to take on the most dangerous task!
Instantly energized, the men began heaving dozens of pounds of ore onto the small cart, panting and grunting.
Yan Luo pulled the kid beside him over to a smooth, large rock to sit down, leisurely watching a group of burly men haul ore until they were soon drenched in sweat.
“Bro, why did you take the cart-pushing job? It’s dangerous,” Nan Xun said, poking the man’s arm.
Yan Luo draped an arm over his shoulder, looking every bit the good older brother. “Because I don’t want you working. Those shackles make it inconvenient for you to move. Hauling rocks doesn’t suit you.”
Nan Xun was touched. “Bro, did you take the hardest job because of me?”
Yan Luo glanced at him and replied very seriously, “I just don’t like getting my clothes and hands dirty carrying rocks. Pushing the cart is a bit better.”
Nan Xun: …
The small cart was over a hundred meters from the mining spot, and the path was covered in loose gravel. Carrying one rock meant a round trip of nearly three hundred meters; carrying three meant almost nine hundred meters in total.
After doing the math, Nan Xun burst out laughing.
“Bro, did you calculate this ahead of time? Carrying rocks looks like a short distance, but it really adds up—and the gravel hurts your feet. We’re just pushing a cart. It saves way more effort.”
Yan Luo’s lips crooked to one side as he lazily leaned toward him, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I’m not bullying them. Believe it or not, even if I did nothing at all, they wouldn’t dare raise a single objection.”
“I believe you. Whatever you say, bro, I believe,” Nan Xun said with a grin.
With Yan Luo around, the team worked with exceptional enthusiasm. In less than twenty minutes, the small cart was fully loaded.
One man jogged over to Yan Luo, bowing and scraping. “Lord Yan, the cart’s full.”
Yan Luo glanced at him, staring until the man’s sweat pooled into streams and poured down his face.
Clink, clank—the sound of chains rang out as Yan Luo stood up. Dragging the heavy shackles, he walked without the slightest hindrance, still relaxed and at ease.
Nan Xun quickly followed him. “Bro, I’ll walk beside you and help steady it.”
Yan Luo ignored him, rolled up his sleeves, spread his arms, and grabbed the cart’s handles, lifting it up.
With that exertion, veins bulged clearly on his light bronze skin.
Nan Xun noticed a knife scar on his arm, pale pink—obviously very old.
Really… his body was covered in scars.
Yan Luo turned his head and glanced at the dazed kid. “Xiao Bai, what are you spacing out for? Get on.”
Nan Xun let out an “ah,” looked at the cart already lifted up, then pointed at himself. “Bro, you’re not saying you want me to sit on it, are you?”
To prevent rocks from rolling off during transport, the cart wasn’t filled to the brim. There was plenty of room for a person to sit atop the pile.
“Get on. Don’t make me say it a second time.” Yan Luo looked at him, his gaze on the verge of turning cold.
Nan Xun pouted and shuffled over in tiny steps, trying to climb up. He wanted to take a big step, but the chain on his ankles was too short. Just as he was wondering how to get up, his waist suddenly felt light—a strong arm wrapped around him, lifted him up, and set him down.
When Nan Xun looked down, he was already sitting in the cart.
“Xiao Bai, hold on tight.”
Yan Luo’s low, powerful voice sounded, and the next second, the cart began to jolt forward.
Nan Xun hurriedly grabbed the handles on both sides. Looking at the man pushing the cart, he suddenly imagined him wearing a sleeveless shirt with a towel slung over his shoulder, and couldn’t help but snicker.
“Xiao Bai, what are you laughing at secretly, hmm?” Yan Luo pushed the cart steadily, glancing at the kid from time to time, noticing him grinning nonstop.
Nan Xun burst out laughing. “Bro, you look just like a rickshaw puller right now.”
Yan Luo’s expression darkened slightly. Then, as if something occurred to him, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up. “Xiao Bai, hold on tight. I’ll let you experience what it feels like to ride a rickshaw.”
Nan Xun instinctively spread his arms and gripped the handles. The moment he tightened his hold, the cart beneath him shot forward at high speed.
Nan Xun cried out in alarm. The sudden acceleration made his eyes fly wide open, his heart pounding. “Bro, bro, slow down!”
Instead of slowing, Yan Luo sped up, sprinting wildly while pushing the cart. The small cart, loaded with more than eight hundred pounds, became as light as a toy in his hands.
Nan Xun glanced back, feeling as if he might fly off the track with the cart at any moment. His heart raced wildly before turning into a ghostly howl. “Ahhh—bro, slow down! Slow down! This is a slope! It’ll flip! It’ll flip!”
Yan Luo burst into loud laughter, running and laughing all the way.
Nan Xun was scared to the point of tears, but looking at the man laughing as he pushed the cart—bathed in warm, golden sunlight that spilled over his face in fragment—his features appeared even more handsome. The eyes that usually carried a ruthless edge were softened by the golden glow, clear and gentle, as if two tiny golden suns were set within them, dazzling to behold.
Nan Xun screamed and screamed, then ended up laughing along with him. Their laughter intertwined and echoed the whole way down.
The slope wasn’t very steep. Yan Luo rushed the cart to the bottom, then slowed over fifty steps before coming to a stop.
The rest of the team had already followed. Once the cart steadied, they worked together to dump the load of ore into the large truck.
A supervising guard tallied each inmate’s number for the team on a form and checked them off.
Yan Luo had the kid sit back in the now-empty cart and pushed him back to continue working.
The eight burly men on the team followed behind Yan Luo’s cart, all wearing utterly baffled expressions.
They might have just seen a fake Yan Luo.
Did Yan Luo ever laugh out loud like that—like some carefree teenage boy? Would he do something so childish as pushing a cart until it practically flew?
Damn it—this was absolutely not the Yan Luo who casually beat people until their arms and legs broke!
But they soon realized their eyes weren’t deceiving them. For the next three trips, Yan Luo charged downhill in the exact same dumbass way.
A little dumbass had arrived in A Block. In just two months, he’d turned their A Block’s overlord, Yan Luo, into a big dumbass.
They’d seen it clearly with their own eyes. If they ever got the chance to get out, they’d definitely tell people on the outside: whether you believe it or not, we once saw Yan Luo looking like this—like a complete dumbass—in prison.
