Chapter 144: Yo, What a Pretty Little Guy
Captain Zhao watched Su Mobai’s expression as he continued, “On April 8th, Zhang Feitao and Cheng Hao got into a verbal argument in the dormitory. The two of them started fighting. You went over to break it up, but ended up fighting with Cheng Hao instead. During the scuffle, you accidentally shoved Cheng Hao toward a desk. The back of his head struck the sharp corner of the desk, and he bled to death.”
After finishing, Captain Zhao’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Mobai, tell me—was Uncle Zhao right?”
Nan Xun was a little surprised. Her mind spun, and she quickly replied, “Uncle Zhao is right. I accidentally killed Cheng Hao. But that bastard Zhang Feitao took money from the Cheng family and refused to testify for me. With nothing but my word, I’m afraid this time I’ll be sentenced to life.”
Captain Zhao leaned closer, his eyes fixed on her. “Child, you don’t seem afraid at all. Do you know what life imprisonment means? It means you’ll spend your entire life in prison! Are you really willing to waste away the rest of your years behind bars?”
Nan Xun heard the hint of temptation in his words, but pretended not to understand. She only widened her eyes in shock. “Didn’t Uncle Zhao uncover the truth? With such a high position, are you really going to let them frame me and sentence me to life? Are you still a servant of the people?”
Captain Zhao sighed and reached out to pat her shoulder. “Child, Uncle Zhao used some… special means to get that information. I can’t help you directly.”
Nan Xun fell silent, and Captain Zhao did as well.
After a long while, Captain Zhao suddenly spoke again. “Mobai, I watched the surveillance footage outside for quite some time just now. Facing the officers’ pressure, your psychological resilience was excellent. Although Uncle Zhao can’t help you right away, there is a roundabout method. I happen to have a very difficult matter that needs someone to handle. If you can help Uncle Zhao with it, not only could your sentence be reduced in the future, you might even have a chance…”
An hour later.
Thinking back on Captain Zhao’s words, Nan Xun let out a silent heh.
So melodramatic. The thought had flashed through her mind for a split second earlier, but she truly hadn’t expected it—he really wanted her to go undercover.
Nan Xun felt it didn’t really matter whether she agreed or not. But if she did agree, Captain Zhao would arrange to transfer her to a different prison. That was much better than staying in the original one, where she might be killed at any moment by someone bought off by the Cheng family. So Nan Xun agreed. Anyway, once she endured three years, Little Eight would take her away. When that time came, she’d leave with a flick of her sleeve, taking not a single cloud with her.
As for the man Captain Zhao mentioned, Nan Xun felt she could try to get close to him. And if she couldn’t—so be it. Failing the task wouldn’t get her killed.
Thus, on this very day, Nan Xun—experiencing life as a man for the first time—entered prison under the charge of intentional homicide.
The prison had a very pleasant-sounding name—Meihuan Prison.
However, the place was anything but pleasant. It was said that the inmates held here were all vicious criminals. The prison was rife with disease, beatings, and assassinations.
It wasn’t that no one managed it—rather, even the guards couldn’t.
This world had no death penalty. The harshest sentence was imprisonment. Unless you were actively seeking death, in which case a patrol officer would put a bullet through you to end it quickly. It was said that nearly one-fifth of those sent here chose suicide, attempting to escape by climbing the seven-meter-high electrified fence. The result was either death by electrocution or being shot dead by patrol officers.
It wasn’t hard to imagine—life here was absolutely inhuman.
Nan Xun couldn’t die, so she had no choice but to find a way to protect herself.
Other than Captain Zhao and the warden of Meihuan Prison, no one knew Nan Xun’s true identity. “He” was just an ordinary college student, sentenced to life for intentional murder.
And so, Nan Xun was roughly shoved by a guard into a cell. “2333. You’ll be living here from now on. Go collect your belongings in half an hour.”
2333—what a comical number.
Three sets of bunk beds filled the room, enough for six people. When Nan Xun entered, there were already five inside. One lay on the lower bunk snoring loudly. The remaining four sat cross-legged on the floor playing cards. This sort of thing was apparently common—the guards turned a blind eye and pretended not to see.
When Nan Xun walked in, everyone except the sleeping man looked up at him in unison.
To be honest, all four of them looked fierce and menacing, their gazes sharp and hostile. One bald man with a face full of bulging flesh looked especially hard to mess with.
“Yo, he’s really pretty,” one of them said, a flash of amazement in his eyes as he let out a loud whistle at Nan Xun.
“Little brother, what’d you do to get in here? You look awfully young. Don’t tell me you’re some kid whose hair hasn’t even grown in yet, hahahaha…” The bald man with the fleshy face burst out laughing, and the others followed suit.
Nan Xun looked at them expressionlessly. Then, the corner of her mouth lifted slightly, and she cheerfully spat out two words: “Murder.”
When this big boy smiled, he really was handsome. He already had a fresh, good-looking face, especially those bright eyes—when he smiled, they looked as though two stars had been set into them.
In this prison, inmates serving heavy sentences didn’t need to shave their heads, so he kept his thick black, slightly tousled hair. Paired with that handsome face, he looked even more harmless.
Such a clean, gentle-looking boy entering Meihuan Prison was like a little lamb stepping into a wolf’s den—destined to be at the very bottom of the food chain.
Hearing those two words, the laughter abruptly stopped. But after a brief pause, it erupted even louder.
One man with a slightly crooked mouth laughed until he doubled over. “I say, little brother, you shouldn’t brag like that. With your scrawny build, you killed someone?”
Nan Xun tilted her head slightly, the smile never leaving her lips. “You can ask the guards. Intentional murder. Life sentence.”
Seeing that he didn’t seem to be making it up, they finally stopped laughing for real.
The bald man was also in for murder. He was from the underworld. Someone had led a group to smash up his turf and bully his brothers. With his explosive temper, he’d brought down an iron rod and cracked the other side’s leader’s skull open.
Normally, the police wouldn’t interfere in underworld matters like that. But some idiot had called the cops. When the police arrived, they arrested him, and he was sentenced to life, destined to spend the rest of his days in prison.
Hearing that this kid was also in for murder, the bald man grew interested. He immediately kicked a lackey beside him aside and patted the spot next to himself. “Come here, kid. Sit down and chat with your big brother.”
Nan Xun didn’t mind at all. She walked over and sat cross-legged beside him, acting very familiar as she said, “Big brother, just one look at you and I know—you’re the boss around here.”
The bald man grinned at that, patting her shoulder. “Kid, I like you. From now on, you roll with me. With big brother here, I guarantee no one will dare bully you.”
The lackeys nearby all knew at once that their standing with the boss had just been pushed aside a notch.
Another ass-kisser had arrived.
