Chapter 169: Get Lost—Stay Away from Him From Now On
It wasn’t even nine in the evening yet when Nan Xun hugged both his brother’s prison uniform and his own and headed to the communal bathhouse ahead of time.
Ji He, the B Block kingpin, had already changed into his prison clothes. He was sitting on his bed and hadn’t left yet. When he saw Nan Xun come in, he tossed a tube of ointment over. “I heard about what happened today. This is for you.”
Nan Xun instinctively caught it. It felt like he’d grabbed a scalding hot potato—he immediately wanted to throw it away. Unfortunately, Ji He had already left, and it would be a pity to just toss it.
Ever since the last time he’d accidentally run into Boss Ji fooling around with B Block’s “prison flower,” Nan Xun would avoid Ji He whenever he saw him. Ji He seemed to notice the avoidance and didn’t deliberately come over to bother him.
When Yan Luo arrived, what he saw was the kid staring blankly at a tube of ointment.
He frowned slightly. “Where’d that come from?”
“The B Block boss gave it to me,” Nan Xun answered honestly.
The moment he heard that, Yan Luo’s eyes narrowed sharply. He immediately snatched the ointment from Nan Xun’s hand, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it hard, crushing it until the paste oozed everywhere.
This was good stuff in prison—most people couldn’t get their hands on it. Nan Xun hadn’t expected him to destroy it just like that.
“Bro, why did you—what a waste!”
“Next time he gives you anything, throw it away on the spot. That guy has bad intentions toward you,” Yan Luo said coldly.
Nan Xun had of course noticed Boss Ji’s ulterior motives, but Ji He was clearly someone who knew his limits and had never crossed a line. Nan Xun originally wanted to explain a bit, but seeing his brother in a bad mood, he didn’t dare say more.
The two of them took a comfortable hot shower. Nan Xun was very careful, avoiding the bruised areas.
Afterward, as usual, Nan Xun wanted to massage Yan Luo’s back, but Yan Luo refused.
“Wait until your injuries heal,” he said, rubbing the two tufts of messy hair on Nan Xun’s head.
Sunday arrived. The afternoon was free activity time for the inmates, and it was then that an uninvited guest showed up in A Block—Ji He, the B Block kingpin.
Normally, inmates from A Block and B Block didn’t interact. Without permission, crossing over was considered a provocation. Yet this time, not only had a B Block inmate come—it was their kingpin, and he’d come alone.
Ji He looked at the A Block inmates surrounding him warily and shrugged slightly. “No need to be so hostile. Your Yan Luo asked me to come.”
The crowd’s expressions changed instantly. What? Yan Luo had asked to meet the B Block boss?
Just then, all noise died down as everyone’s gaze snapped to the entrance of the building.
Their Yan Luo was walking in with an arm around his little brother, Su Mobai. When he saw Ji He, he raised an eyebrow. “You’ve really got the guts to show up.”
Ji He looked at him calmly. “I, Ji He, fear neither heaven nor earth—certainly not you, Yan Luo.”
The corner of Yan Luo’s mouth curled slightly. “Not bad. Got backbone.”
Nan Xun was shocked. “Bro, why did you call Boss Ji over?”
Yan Luo lowered his gaze to him slightly. “Why? To fight, of course.”
As he spoke, he gently pushed Nan Xun aside. “Little Eight, stay farther away. I don’t want you getting hurt later.”
At those words, the inmates in the first-floor hall scattered in a rush, all running up to the second, third, and fourth-floor corridors, gripping the railings as they looked down.
They were too scared to shout or stir things up in front of Yan Luo and Boss Ji. They just stared fixedly at the two men in the hall.
Yan Luo and Boss Ji stood facing each other, invisible pressure already crashing toward one another.
Boss Ji rolled his wrist and suddenly said, “Yan Luo, a straight-up fight like this is boring. Let’s add a wager.”
Yan Luo seemed to guess what he was about to say. His eyes narrowed dangerously, but before he could stop him, Ji He had already looked in Su Mobai’s direction.
“If you win, I won’t touch the idea of your A Block ‘prison flower’ ever again. If you lose, don’t stop me from pursuing him. I’ll use very gentle methods—won’t scare him. After all, this kind of thing is about enjoyment.”
Nan Xun, innocently dragged into this: …
What the hell, is this guy sick? Boss Ji really had designs on him? He was a man—a man! Could Ji He actually see the ‘woman’s heart’ inside a man?
Yan Luo’s fist clenched with a sharp crack, his gaze turning vicious to the extreme. At that moment, no one noticed his handsome face anymore—they were all intimidated by the ferocity in his eyes.
“Ji He. There won’t be any ‘if.’”
As soon as his words fell, it was unclear who moved first, but the two of them were already fighting.
At that moment, all the inmates stared wide-eyed, forgetting they were even in prison—it was like being dropped straight into an action movie.
Damn it, were these two even human? Their movements were way too fast!
And those techniques—holy shit, they were cool enough to make you cry!
Elbow blocks, spinning elbows, knee strikes, knee crashes, chokeholds.
Trips, flying kicks, side throws, sweeping kicks, charging knees.
Neck-breaking throws, aerial slams, phoenix-eye punches, hollow-core punches.
Standing closest, Nan Xun stared with eyes wide and mouth agape, then swallowed hard. He’d always thought his own close-combat skills were pretty damn impressive—just a bit lacking in raw strength compared to people like Scarface and Yan Luo. But watching Yan Luo and Ji He fight, he finally realized that his skills were basically kids playing house!
No one knew how long they fought. Sweat soaked through their prison uniforms. After a heavy collision, they finally stopped and stripped off the cumbersome clothes.
“My god,” someone exclaimed.
Both men’s bodies were covered in scars of all kinds—shocking to behold. Especially Yan Luo: his chest and back were riddled with them, including several bullet holes.
Men—especially inmates in Meihuan Prison, who worshipped strength and survival of the fittest—most admired men with scars. Cheers and shouts erupted, everyone completely forgetting that the two men fighting were ones you absolutely shouldn’t provoke.
The second round of intense combat began, and the cheers grew even louder, hearts pounding with excitement.
After who knew how many exchanges, Yan Luo used a feint to trick Ji He, then followed with a sweeping leg that knocked him to the ground. He rushed forward, locked onto Ji He’s leg, and violently twisted his right arm.
Nan Xun clearly heard the sound of the arm dislocating. Not just Nan Xun—nearby inmates on the second floor heard it too and couldn’t help shuddering. Even though it wasn’t their arm being twisted, they inexplicably felt pain in their own.
Ji He was a tough one. He didn’t make a sound.
Everyone had thought that after Ji He provoked Yan Luo like this, Yan Luo would at least smash his head in, break both arms, and cripple a leg. Instead, he only dislocated one arm—and that was it.
Between men, it was easy to develop a kind of mutual respect through fighting. Yan Luo rarely met a worthy opponent, and Ji He was the first person who’d lasted this long against him.
“Get lost,” Yan Luo said coldly, looking down at the man on the ground whose face had gone pale with pain but who still hadn’t uttered a sound. “And stay away from Xiao Bai from now on.”
