Chapter 150: Someone Like You—He Could Carry Five
After Old Five finished speaking, he noticed everyone looking at him and felt confused. “What? Someone who does that for a living—would it be strange if he hadn’t killed anyone?”
Du Pan snorted. “With his status, why would he need to dirty his own hands? I heard that once, a lackey who betrayed him was riddled with bullets by his subordinates. He sat there the whole time, calmly giving instructions, watching the man bleed out without changing expression, and then ordered them to dump the body into the river to feed the fish.”
The others couldn’t help swallowing hard. They were reminded again of what had happened when Yan Luo had first entered prison—when Scarface had foolishly provoked him.
Du Pan patted Nan Xun on the shoulder. “When Yan Luo first came in, he ran into the same kind of thing you did tonight. Guess what he did to Scarface?”
Nan Xun cooperatively put on a curious look.
Du Pan spoke while gesturing vividly. “With one kick, he sent Scarface flying like a dead dog. Then he grabbed him with one arm, lifted him clean off the ground, and smashed him against the wall like a bell being struck—thirty or forty times. There are still dried bloodstains on that wall. It’s been a full six months, and no one dares to wipe them off. I still remember that pool of blood in the corner.”
“Old Two, it was fifty-one times,” Old Three cut in. “I was bored back then, so I counted.”
“Get lost. I’m talking—why are you interrupting?” Du Pan continued. “That time, Scarface almost died on the spot. After that, whenever he saw Yan Luo, he stayed far away and didn’t dare let out a single fart.”
After hearing all this, Nan Xun suddenly asked, “Scarface is a big guy—at least over two hundred pounds, right? Can he really lift him?”
The others were stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting that to be his takeaway, then burst out laughing.
“Little Six, want to try it yourself? Someone like you—Yan Luo could probably carry five of you.”
“Second Brother, if Yan Luo is really that impressive, how did he end up in prison?” Nan Xun curled his lips, unimpressed.
“You think everyone’s like you, serving a life sentence?”
“Aren’t all the inmates in Meihuan Prison serious offenders?” Nan Xun asked.
Du Pan gave him a you’re naïve look. “That’s because no other prison dared take in this plague god, so they dumped him here.”
Iron scratched his head and joined in. “That’s right. Even though I’ve been doing time for years, I’d heard of Yan Luo’s reputation back in the day. Him getting caught this time was just temporary—the police couldn’t find any solid evidence. This Buddha does everything behind the scenes and is extremely cunning.”
Old Four seemed to recall something and jumped in with a grin. “I heard this from a guy who came in this year. Last year, the cops finally caught Yan Luo red-handed in a dance hall. A whole room full of bunny girls—tsk tsk, what a scene.”
He spoke as if he’d seen it with his own eyes, practically drooling.
Old Five quickly added, “I heard about that too. The police barely managed to slap some charge on him—something like organizing obscene activities and disturbing public order—and hauled him in. He got sentenced to one year. He’s already halfway through it. If the cops can’t dig up any other evidence in the remaining six months, they’ll just have to watch him walk right back out.”
Iron delivered the final summary. “That’s why even the guards go out of their way to avoid him. Even though he’s locked up in Meihuan Prison now, his influence outside is huge. Getting out is just a matter of time. If you offend someone like that in prison, once he’s free, he won’t rest until he finds a way to kill you.”
Perhaps because of what had happened that night, the rough men had suddenly grown much closer to Nan Xun.
Nan Xun already had a general idea about all this, because before he came, Captain Zhao had told him: he had less than half a year to earn Yan Luo’s trust.
Trust to what extent? Ideally, the kind where Yan Luo would want to take him along even after leaving prison.
But deep down, Nan Xun wanted to spit in Zhao’s face. If it weren’t for the chance to transfer prisons and avoid trouble, he would never have agreed to this assignment. In truth, even after agreeing, he hadn’t taken it too seriously. A big boss from the underworld like that was a true desperado—he’d seen everything and everyone. How could you just “get close” to someone like that, let alone earn his trust?
After hearing Du Pan’s words, Nan Xun decided it was best to stay far away from that so-called Yan Luo. Next time Captain Zhao came to visit, he’d just say there was nothing he could do.
He’d simply wait for three years to pass, and before Su Mobai’s death date arrived, let Little Eight take him and get the hell out.
He really couldn’t stand looking at this body of his.
Still, even if he wasn’t planning to approach Yan Luo, there were things he needed to understand clearly, just in case he accidentally offended some untouchable disaster.
“Second Brother, Meihuan Prison has two blocks. Yan Luo is the boss of our A Block—what about B Block?” Nan Xun asked.
Du Pan shrugged. “Heard that one’s also from the underworld. But Yan Luo’s a godfather type. The top dog in B Block, Ji He, is just a hitter. He doesn’t work under Yan Luo. Poor guy—same as you, Little Six, betrayed by his own brothers and sent here. Got ten years.”
Nan Xun gave an “oh.” “Got it. I’ll steer clear of both of them.”
“Little Six is so well-behaved—a good little brother,” Du Pan teased.
Nan Xun shot him a sideways glance. “I want to take a shower. Is the bathhouse still open?”
Du Pan nodded, his eyes rolling slightly as he smiled. “Perfect timing. From 8:30 to 9:30 is when the bathhouse has the fewest people. After that, it gets really crowded.”
Nan Xun felt that Du Pan was full of bad ideas, so he glanced toward the others.
Old Three hurriedly said, “There really are fewer people at this time, but that’s because—”
Du Pan kicked him and smiled sweetly at Nan Xun. “Only this hour is less crowded. Any other time, it’s packed. If Little Six likes lively places, he can wait until after 9:30.”
Nan Xun knew Du Pan wasn’t exactly trustworthy, but whatever schemes he had, Nan Xun definitely wasn’t going to shower when it was crowded. Seeing rows of naked men would absolutely scorch his eyes.
He might be a man right now, but the soul inside this body was a genuine woman.
Nan Xun glanced at them, put his towel and soap into a washbasin, picked it up, and left.
The prison bathhouse used a big boiler for hot water and consisted of two rooms. Outside was the changing room, with two rows of lockers and two beds—nothing else. Inside was the shower area, filled with showerheads lining the walls. There were no partitions at all; everyone’s bodies were fully on display, every ounce of flesh visible.
When Nan Xun arrived, one man had just finished showering and was changing.
He’d just pulled on his trousers, his well-built upper body still bare. Nan Xun clearly saw a bullet hole in the man’s back, and aside from that, no fewer than twenty scars of various sizes scattered over his body.
