Chapter 170: Shock—Scarface Has Been Killed
Yan Luo admitted that he had shown a moment of mercy. Under normal circumstances, he might have become brothers with someone like that. But Ji He should never have set his sights on Xiao Bai—that was what truly angered him.
Ji He got up from the ground, said a simple “a bet is a bet,” then clutched his arm and left.
Yan Luo glanced toward the second and third floors. The inmates who had been watching the spectacle scattered in a rush, sprinting back to their cells.
Nan Xun hurried over. “Bro, are you hurt? I thought I saw you fail to dodge a couple of moves just now.”
Yan Luo rubbed the fluffy top of his head and said, “Yeah, my back’s injured. When we get back, put some ointment on it for me.”
Nan Xun: …
This wasn’t how he’d imagined it at all. Shouldn’t a tough guy deny it outright and say, “What’s this? It’s nothing to me”?
That night, Nan Xun went straight into Cell 419 as if it were his own place, took out the same tube of ointment from last time, and jerked his chin at Yan Luo. “Bro, go—lie face down on the bed.”
Yan Luo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
The kid straddled his waist, rolled up the prison uniform, squeezed out a big glob of ointment, and carefully rubbed it in.
The air flowed quietly. Feeling the gentle massage on his back, Yan Luo suddenly asked, “Xiao Bai, back at the mine—why did you rush out to save me?”
Nan Xun kept working, answering matter-of-factly, “You’re my brother. I saw someone sneak up on you, so I didn’t even think about it—I just charged in. Heh, luckily I’ve got some skills. I knocked him down and didn’t end up dragging you down.”
Yan Luo fell silent for a moment, then laughed softly and suddenly dropped a bombshell. “Xiao Bai, sleep with me tonight. Let’s talk—just us brothers.”
Nan Xun’s head exploded with a bang.
Fuck—thank god he still remembered he was a man right now. Otherwise, hearing that, he would’ve punched him on the spot.
“Bro, the guards check the beds.”
“You forgot? It’s Sunday today. On Sundays, the guards don’t check.”
…
The next morning, Nan Xun was clinging to Yan Luo like an octopus. Even he felt embarrassed looking at himself.
Yan Luo just smiled, patted his head, and showed not a hint of disgust.
After what happened at the mine, Nan Xun clearly felt that Yan Luo’s attitude toward him had shifted again—there was more trust, more indulgence. He really treated him like a little brother who needed taking care of.
Just as Nan Xun was enjoying his comfortable days and starting to forget himself, the once-every-three-months visitation period at Meihuan Prison arrived.
Someone came to see Nan Xun.
The warden personally escorted him over. Through the visitation glass, Nan Xun saw Captain Zhao, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time.
Nan Xun’s head went boom again. Damn it—life had been going too smoothly. He’d almost forgotten about the whole undercover thing!
Captain Zhao picked up the phone outside the glass. Nan Xun pursed his lips and lifted the receiver on his side.
Captain Zhao looked at him with clear satisfaction. “Mo Bai, the warden has told me everything. You’ve done very well. Yan Luo King should trust you completely by now.”
Everything between Nan Xun and Yan Luo had been genuine, yet coming from this man’s mouth, it sounded like it had all been a carefully calculated scheme.
That feeling was fucking awful. Nan Xun lowered his head, thought for a moment, then suddenly made a decision. He looked up at Captain Zhao and said seriously, “Uncle Zhao, I think Yan Luo has already begun to suspect me. The reason he’s so close to me is just to mislead others’ attention—people like me, or like you.”
Captain Zhao’s expression changed at once. “Mo Bai, are you sure?”
Nan Xun nodded. “Think about it, Captain Zhao. Everyone says Yan Luo King always keeps to himself and never bothers with anyone, but I connected with him on my very first day. So I suspect that from the moment I entered prison, he already knew my identity wasn’t normal.”
Captain Zhao had harbored similar suspicions himself. Hearing Nan Xun say this, he immediately believed it.
“As expected of a sly old fox—hard to fool. Mo Bai, since your identity has been exposed, I’ll arrange to transfer you out as soon as possible.”
Hearing this, Nan Xun panicked inside, but his expression remained calm. “Uncle Zhao, since Yan Luo King hasn’t torn away that last layer of paper, it means he doesn’t want to confront the police. Besides, I’m just a small fry—he wouldn’t even bother dealing with me. I’ve just adapted to life here, and I’m doing fine. You don’t need to worry.”
Captain Zhao had also heard about how this kid defeated Scarface and now viewed him in a new light, but he still warned him based on years of experience. “Mo Bai, the warden told me Scarface has recovered and will be back soon. Be careful. If it really won’t work, have the warden pass along a message and I’ll get you transferred somewhere else.”
Nan Xun nodded, thanking him sincerely. “Thank you, Uncle Zhao.”
Because many of the inmates at Meihuan Prison were desperadoes—and some had been locked up for many years—very few people actually came for visits. For example, in Cell 242, only Nan Xun and Old Fifth had visitors; many cells didn’t have a single one.
Old Fifth was happy all day long, even humming tunes as he walked.
Yan Luo also had a visitor. When he came back, he had a little pig plush toy hidden in his clothes—adorable beyond words.
Later, the little pig ended up in Nan Xun’s hands and became the butt of jokes in the cell for most of the day.
Nan Xun shot them a glare. “It was sent by my brother’s little sister. My brother’s a grown man—he doesn’t like it, so he gave it to me.”
Du Pan burst out laughing. “Little Six, aren’t you a grown man too?”
Nan Xun grinned, eyes curved in a smile. “I’m not a grown man. I’m a kid. My brother said so.”
The others cringed so hard they rubbed their arms.
Fuck—was Yan Luo King really raising a little brother? This kid was spoiled way too much, tail practically sticking up to the sky all day long.
Captain Zhao’s warning was spot on. Just a few days later, Scarface returned. After recuperating in the infirmary for over two months, he finally came back to A Block. The wound on his forehead had scabbed over; his right eye—blinded by Nan Xun—was covered with an eye patch. With one eye and a scar, he looked even more sinister than before.
Nan Xun stayed glued to Yan Luo every day. Every time he saw Scarface, he looked straight ahead, as if he’d already forgotten that Nan Xun was the culprit.
Until one time, when Nan Xun went to the bathroom alone and brushed past Scarface in the corridor. Scarface stared at him hard, his expression radiating bone-chilling hatred—his gaze dark and venomous.
Even though Nan Xun had expected it, he was still startled by the intense hatred in Scarface’s eyes.
Nan Xun felt certain Scarface wanted to kill him and was definitely looking for an opportunity. But Nan Xun wasn’t someone who would wait to die. Scarface was in prison for drug trafficking and had blood on his hands; there was no need to show mercy to someone like that.
Just as Nan Xun was plotting how to kill Scarface, one fine morning, bodies were discovered in the landscaped woods: Scarface and one of his trusted henchmen. One had been killed by a headbutt, the other stabbed to death. The methods were swift and clean, leaving not a single trace behind.
