Chapter 171: Released from Prison — the Plague God Finally Leaves
Things like this happened from time to time in prison, and the inmates were used to it. What no one expected was that this time, the ones who died were at the very top of the food chain.
Even though Scarface had been injured some time ago, he had recovered seven or eight tenths by now. His trusted henchman was also considered the third-in-command of A Block—just as vicious as Scarface himself. Yet these two apex predators died just like that, and in a blind spot with no surveillance cameras. The guards couldn’t find the killer—or perhaps they had already grown too lazy to bother.
When Nan Xun heard the news, he was brushing his teeth in the washroom. He spat out the foam at once, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and sprinted straight for the fourth floor.
He impatiently knocked on the door of Cell 419.
No answer. Yan Luo wasn’t there.
Nan Xun immediately dashed to the fourth-floor washroom—still not there.
Too excited to slow down, Nan Xun rushed to the fourth-floor restroom next.
“Bro!” Seeing that familiar figure, Nan Xun shouted, his eyes shining.
Yan Luo was in the middle of relieving himself. That shout startled him so badly he jolted.
He looked at the kid helplessly, finished up, then walked over out of habit, reaching out to ruffle his head.
Nan Xun quickly dodged aside and laughed. “Bro, you haven’t washed your hands yet.”
Yan Luo’s face darkened for a split second.
After Yan Luo washed his hands, Nan Xun happily grabbed his arm, placed his big palm on his own head, and said cheerfully, “Go on, bro—rub it. As much as you want.”
Yan Luo draped an arm around the kid and led him out, lowering his voice. “Whatever it is, we’ll talk after breakfast.”
Nan Xun nodded vigorously, his gaze growing hotter by the second.
Yan Luo felt as if the kid’s stare was on fire, about to burn a hole through the side of his face.
After getting their mess tins, they went to the cafeteria. Yan Luo told the kid to go sit first; he himself took both lunch boxes and served two portions.
When Yan Luo brought the food over, Nan Xun snatched his own box and immediately started eating, taking big bites, eager to finish and leave as soon as possible.
Watching him wolf it down, Yan Luo shook his head helplessly.
Just as Nan Xun was holding his bowl and gulping down porridge, he suddenly felt the connected bench beside him sink.
Someone sat down next to him.
Startled, Nan Xun whipped his head around.
Boss Ji?
Nan Xun looked at Yan Luo in confusion, only to find him eating calmly, his expression unchanged.
What the hell was going on? Why had an outsider trespassed onto his brother’s territory—and his brother was acting like nothing was wrong?
Because Ji He had always been eyeing Nan Xun, Yan Luo had never liked him and had constantly been on guard, afraid his well-behaved little brother might be led astray.
And yet now, the two of them were sitting at the same table, the atmosphere strangely harmonious?
The cafeteria fell silent for a brief moment, then grew noisy again. Curious glances shot their way from time to time.
“Bro, how did you two…?” Nan Xun began, but suddenly thought of something and cut himself off.
The three of them finished their porridge in silence.
Afterward, the brother-obsessed Yan Luo King walked out of the cafeteria with Su Mobai under his arm, while Boss Ji of B Block stood on the other side. The three of them left side by side.
The cafeteria exploded.
They said two tigers couldn’t share one mountain. The two block bosses had just fought a few days ago and looked as if they’d never interact again—so how were they sitting at the same table today? Everyone was so shocked their jaws practically hit the floor.
The three went to a grassy slope that no one ever passed by. With his hands in his pockets, Yan Luo briefly explained how it all began and unfolded.
To Su Mobai, Scarface had been a huge hidden danger. Yan Luo, a rabid brother-protector, naturally wanted to eliminate that threat for his brother. So he found a way to lure Scarface out and dealt with him. What he hadn’t expected was that Scarface would be clever for once and have a subordinate lying in ambush, secretly watching everything.
That subordinate opened his mouth to shout, trying to draw the guards and others over and catch Yan Luo King in the act.
At that moment, Ji He appeared out of nowhere. He clamped a hand over the man’s mouth and finished him off with a hidden blade.
Their last fight had already sparked a trace of mutual respect. This incident completely erased the bad blood between them.
A person could put on any act, but their techniques couldn’t lie. Yan Luo could tell—this was someone worth befriending.
“…Xiao Bai, Ji He is someone you can trust,” Yan Luo said, ruffling the kid’s hair. His lashes lowered, something flickering in his eyes.
Nan Xun glanced at Ji He warily. “But bro, he—he…”
Ji He’s gaze was clear, without the slightest hint of lewdness. “Don’t worry. I, Ji He, keep my word. I never set my sights on a brother. From now on, you’re my brother too. With me around, no one will bully you.”
Only then did Nan Xun relax. He said happily, “Thank you, bro, and thank you Boss Ji, for eliminating this hidden danger for me! Boss Ji, thank you for helping my brother. If it weren’t for you, the consequences would’ve been unimaginable. From now on, you’re my brother too!”
Suddenly remembering something, Nan Xun blurted out, “Bro, wait here—you two wait! I’ll be right back!”
Before long, Nan Xun returned holding three willow twigs. He shoved one into each of their hands and said excitedly, “Big brother, second brother, let’s swear brotherhood right here today!”
Yan Luo smiled faintly and nodded. “Alright.”
Even long afterward, Nan Xun could still clearly remember that morning—time was just right, the sun rising before them as they swore brotherhood.
Only in the end, everything changed, shattered beyond repair, and there was no going back.
From that day on, an odd sight appeared in the prison.
People often saw the Iron Triangle of Meihuan Prison: the boss of A Block and the boss of B Block walking together, with the unanimously acknowledged prison beauty sandwiched between them, their bond unbreakable.
Everyone scattered to avoid them, not daring to come within five steps of the trio.
Damn, it was terrifying. One Yan Luo King was bad enough—now there was Boss Ji too. Their combined presence was genuinely frightening, okay?!
These days lasted for over two months, until everyone finally welcomed the day Yan Luo King was released from prison.
Because of good behavior during his sentence, Yan Luo King’s release date was moved up by a month.
On the day of his release, the weather was beautiful. Nan Xun even saw a few magpies perched on the branches.
The inmates lined the way to see him off, so happy they were almost in tears. They were finally sending this lord away. Heaven knew how suffocating life had been during the year Yan Luo King was in prison—if it went on any longer, they would’ve truly fallen ill from it.
The escorting guards had arrived. Yan Luo showed no joy on his face. He quietly looked at his little brother, as if he had countless things to say but didn’t know where to begin.
Nan Xun gave him a small smile, looking calm. “Bro, once you’re out, never come back. And I’m doing great here—don’t worry about me.”
Ji He nodded beside them. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of Xiao Bai in prison.”
Yan Luo extended his fist and bumped it against Ji He’s. Then he suddenly stepped forward and pulled Nan Xun into a fierce hug.
After that, he was taken away by the guards. He walked off with easy confidence. The road was long, but he never once looked back.
