Chapter 154: Cocky — I’ve Got Someone Backing Me
Yan Luo’s eyes lowered slightly. His free left index finger tapped the edge of the bed now and then, unhurried.
Truth be told, when Yan Luo looked at people normally, his eyes were so sharp they seemed to carry blades—one glance felt like knives shooting straight at you. But right now, with his brows lowered and his gaze focused in thought, the edge was reined in. His handsome face softened along with it, looking not threatening at all—if anything, rather alluring.
With a face like that, if he went into showbiz, he’d blow up in no time.
Nan Xun looked away for a moment, then couldn’t help sneaking another glance, covertly eyeing the man’s taut, fluid back lines. He thought to himself: What a pity there are so many scars. Even if he wanted to enter the entertainment industry, no one would dare take him.
While Nan Xun was peeking, the man lying there suddenly flicked his eyes over at him.
Caught red-handed.
Yan Luo paused, then laughed. “Xiao Bai, were you just sneaking a look at me?”
Nan Xun admitted it frankly. “Brother, I admire you. After hearing about your exploits, you became my male idol.”
Yan Luo shot him a glance. “You youngsters change idols every five minutes. Can’t trust a word you say.”
Nan Xun silently rolled his eyes. As if you’re that old—he looked only twenty-seven or twenty-eight at most.
“Xiao Bai, I find you pretty agreeable to the eye. How about this—stay by my side, pour tea and run errands. You willing to serve me?” Yan Luo suddenly asked.
The condescending, bestowal-like tone made Nan Xun swallow a breath.
“Willing, brother, very willing,” Nan Xun said, looking delighted, eyes sparkling. “You said it yourself—no backing out. I’m taking it seriously.”
“Look at you, so spineless,” Yan Luo laughed and scolded lightly, then couldn’t help reaching out to ruffle his hair. He hadn’t expected the kid’s hair to be so soft—it actually felt pretty good.
“Brother, can I shower with you from now on?” Nan Xun seized the moment and asked.
He’d thought it through: showering with a bunch of rough men versus showering with Yan Luo—if he had to choose, it’d definitely be the latter.
Yan Luo tilted his head to look at him, smiling. “Got quite a few schemes in that little head of yours, huh?”
The upward lilt at the end of his sentence showed he was in a good mood.
Nan Xun hurriedly defended himself. “When brother bathes alone, no one serves you. I can scrub your back, give you a massage—just like now.”
“Fine. I think you’re pretty likable. As long as you don’t do anything out of line behind my back, I’ll cover for you,” Yan Luo said, rubbing his head again.
“Brother, stop rubbing it—you’re messing up my hairstyle,” Nan Xun complained, swatting his hand away.
Yan Luo actually froze. He looked at the hand that had been brushed aside; there was even a faint red mark left on it. The kid hadn’t held back—he’d hit pretty hard. Even with Yan Luo’s thick skin, it’d reddened.
In all these years, who had dared hit him? Even the little girl back home was afraid of him. This kid was the first—though it was just a slap to the hand.
Nan Xun also realized the man wasn’t some lab rat and quickly grabbed that big hand, blowing warm air on it a few times. He gave an awkward laugh. “Brother, I was just kidding around. Did it hurt? I’ll blow on it some more.”
Yan Luo gave a flat “Mm.”
Nan Xun hadn’t expected him to actually respond like that, so he had no choice but to dutifully hold that perfectly fine hand and blow on it from left to right.
“All right. It’s late—go back,” Yan Luo said, pulling his hand away and lazily yawning.
Nan Xun was more than happy to leave and quickly agreed. “Yeah, brother. I just saw several people peek over here, then bolt like they’d seen a ghost.”
Yan Luo stretched and said calmly, “I did take a bit long today.”
He took out his clean prison clothes and unhurriedly put them on. The elegant way he moved looked nothing like someone donning prison garb—it was more like he was putting on a tailored designer suit.
The two walked out of the big bathhouse one after the other. In the corners, a few people were peeking furtively. Seeing Yan Luo walking alongside someone else, they thought their eyes were playing tricks on them.
Who was this? Yan Luo! When had you ever seen Yan Luo walking with someone? He was a notorious lone wolf in the prison. After his fight with Scarface, his reputation had exploded—so much so that even Ji He, the boss of B Block, would give him a wide berth.
Taking a closer look, they recognized the kid next to him—wasn’t he the one who had just beaten Scarface? Su Mobai, or something like that. His name sounded refined, but when he fought, he was ruthless enough.
Once the two figures disappeared into the distance, those speculating in the shadows finally came out and arrived at an impossible conclusion: Yan Luo had taken in a lackey!
After entering the cell block, Nan Xun thoughtfully escorted his new big brother all the way to the third floor. Only after watching him enter his own Cell 419 and slam the door shut did Nan Xun head down to the second floor and return to his own cell.
They said Meihuan Prison didn’t allow special treatment, but Nan Xun had sneaked a glance earlier. Cell 419 clearly had only one bed—and not a bunk bed at that. The room was spotless, nothing like a prison cell at all.
Yan Luo lived alone in that cell, doing whatever he pleased—his days must be extremely comfortable.
When Nan Xun returned to Cell 242, all five people inside sized him up from head to toe.
Du Pan said in surprise, “Not a scratch on you.”
Nan Xun shot him a glare and sneered. “Du Pan, this grudge between us is settled.”
Brother Tie scratched his head awkwardly. “Xiao Liu, this really was your second brother’s fault. Of course, I didn’t warn you either—that makes me at fault too.”
Old Three muttered, “I was going to warn Xiao Liu, but Second Brother told me to shut up.”
Du Pan slung an arm around Nan Xun’s shoulder, all buddy-buddy, about to say something—only for Nan Xun to grab his arm and twist it sharply behind his back. Du Pan yelped in pain immediately.
“I was wrong! I was wrong! Xiao Liu, have mercy—spare your second brother’s life! These old arms and legs of mine can’t take this. They’ll break, really! Ow—ow ow ow!”
Nan Xun kicked him aside. Now he had someone backing him—he wasn’t afraid of offending anyone. Even if all five of them ganged up on him, he wouldn’t be scared.
Some people just needed a lesson. If you didn’t show them some teeth, they’d take advantage of you and think you were easy to bully.
Du Pan hissed, rubbing his waist and arm. “Xiao Liu, you’re ruthless. I just didn’t tell you Yan Luo was in the bathhouse.”
Nan Xun plopped down on the lower bunk of Second Brother’s bed, crossing his legs and folding his arms, looking completely at ease.
His gaze drifted slowly over the group. “I know you thought I’d had things too easy and felt unbalanced, so you wanted me to suffer a bit too. But I’m just born lucky—Heaven can’t bear to let me suffer. You can envy me all you want; it won’t help.”
As he said this, the boy lifted his chin slightly, the corners of his eyes raised. He was practically looking down his nose at them—smug to the extreme.
I’ve got someone backing me. Who am I afraid of?
