538: 527 538: 527 At this moment, outside the prison, in the villa area where Song Yun lived.
“Sis, where do you think Song Yun has gone?
He didn’t even tell us,” Li Yueyue kept looking towards the door, speaking with a hint of resentment.
“He went out to handle some business, and it was very urgent.
He asked me to tell you,” Li Shishi said with a smile.
“But if it’s just business, then fine, but why can’t we reach him on the phone?
And he doesn’t even reply to text messages.”
“It must be something important.
Song Yun said that he would return at the latest in a week,” Li Shishi replied.
“That long, huh?
Whatever, I’m going to sleep first.”
Li Shishi sat on the sofa, sighing deeply.
Wangcai also lacked its usual liveliness and was unusually quiet, lying on the ground, occasionally lifting its eyes to look at Li Shishi.
“Second brother, don’t act recklessly.
Big brother will be okay.”
At the headquarters of the Shura Alliance, Zhao Yan held back an enraged Li Tang, his face full of killing intent.
“Damn it, they closed our bar and took the boss away.
The cops are too arrogant.
No, I must go and save Song Yun,” Li Tang said furiously.
Zhao Yan frowned and said, “You know what kind of person the boss is.
Do you actually think they can catch him over some trivial matter?
There must be something fishy going on.
We just need to wait and see.”
“But…
sigh…
I just can’t stand this indignity!” Li Tang slumped into the sofa in displeasure, while beside him, Jue Wu was grasping a string of Buddhist beads, muttering something under his breath, his face filled with killing intent.
“None of you do anything rash before Song Yun comes back.
Don’t end up causing him more trouble!” Zhao Yan said coldly to those around her.
“What if Song Yun doesn’t come back?” Wang Hu asked.
“That’s impossible.
The boss will definitely come back!” Zhao Yan stated confidently.
The night had grown deep.
Inside Sunan First Prison, Song Yun was staring blankly at the ceiling, while beside him, Zhang Longhu was snoring merrily, unaffected by his surroundings.
Song Yun remained calm and collected.
Just then, a black bag was thrown in from a ventilation window barred with iron grilles next to the cell.
Song Yun’s hand shot out, grabbing the bag just before it hit the floor.
Song Yun sat up, opened the bag, and inside was the mobile phone that had been taken away when he entered the prison.
“Take good care of yourself.” The voice of Qingluan came from outside, “Mr.
Song has already explained the situation to me and Shishi.”
“You take good care of the people in the villa,” Song Yun said softly.
“Understood.”
Song Yun picked up the phone and immediately texted Zhao Yan.
“I am fine now; please, all of you must not worry.”
At that moment, Zhao Yan was with others at the headquarters of the Shura Alliance.
Hearing her phone ring, she looked at it to find a text from Song Yun.
A look of relief crossed her face as she told those present, “Song Yun says he’s okay and told us not to worry.”
“When can you come back?” After speaking to the others, Zhao Yan texted back.
“It might take a while.
During this time, remind the brothers not to go anywhere alone with fewer people.
I suspect someone might make a move on you all.”
“Understood!
Take care of yourself.” After replying, Zhao Yan told the others, “For now, we should move in groups of two or three and avoid being alone.
We might not be afraid to fight them one-on-one, but unfortunately, they outnumber us.
The boss said to wait until he’s out before we settle scores.”
“Understood.” The crowd nodded.
The next morning, as dawn was just breaking.
A series of urgent whistles sounded, and Song Yun slowly opened his eyes to see Zhang Longhu sitting up, getting dressed.
“Get up quickly, it’s time for roll call,” Zhang Longhu said to Song Yun, then sat neatly on the bed’s edge after getting ready.
Song Yun followed suit and sat, waiting.
Soon, the cell door was opened, and Zhang Longhu stood up, saying, “Come out, but don’t say a word.”
“Got it.” Song Yun nodded and followed Zhang Longhu out.
Zhang Longhu stood directly at the cell’s door, hands behind his back, slightly lifting his head.
Song Yun followed suit and took his position.
Then, they saw the Prison Police Captain, known among the prisoners as Smiling Tiger, holding a folder coming to the front of the prisoners, starting the roll call by reading names from the folder.
“4578.
Zhang Longhu,” the Prison Police Captain called out.
“Present!” Zhang Longhu responded loudly.
“4580.
Song Yun.”
“Present.”
The roll call took nearly twenty minutes.
During that time, Song Yun stood still but took the opportunity to survey his surroundings.
His cell was on the second floor, and directly opposite, one man stood out exceptionally.
This man towered a good two heads above the others surrounding him.
His body was all muscle, the blue prison uniform unable to contain his physique, stretched tightly as if it might burst at any moment.
His gaze was aggressive, and even when the Prison Police Captain saw him during the roll call, he remained arrogantly unruly as if the captain didn’t notice any disrespect in his eyes.
According to Zhang Longhu, the Prison Police Captain was the second most powerful person in the prison.
On the first floor, Song Yun saw an extremely obese man, whose bulk also stretched the uniform tightly, except this time it was fat, not muscle.
The fat man was accompanied by a man with pale skin whose demeanor was very gentle and graceful, as if he were a delicate woman.
Following roll call, it was time to go to the yard for exercise.
Led by the Prison Police Captain, all the prisoners marched out to the yard.
“What’s this about?” Song Yun asked in a low voice.
“National exercise routine!
The moment we do the calisthenics is the happiest time for all of us inmates here,” Zhang Longhu said with a sleazy smile.
“Oh?
Why?”
“You’ll know in a moment,” Zhang Longhu teased.
The prison yard could not compare with the yard at Sunnan University.
The ground was rough and patchy with grass and stones, but it was quite spacious.
Before long, the yard was filled with square formations of no fewer than a thousand people, with Song Yun standing behind Zhang Longhu.
As Song Yun glanced around with the corners of his eyes, a long-haired beauty in a blue tracksuit appeared on a platform in front of the formations.
The beauty had long hair tied up with a simple rubber band.
She had a melon-seed face and fox-like eyes that always seemed to carry a hint of allurement.
Her bust was ample.
Even comparable to Xiao Qing, her svelte waist was well-accented by her prominent bust, offering a significant visual impact.
Her tight-fitting track pants perfectly showcased her round buttocks.
The pants, not very long, covered just a part of her calves, revealing lines that appeared so tender.
These were possibly the most perfect calves that Zhao Tiezhu had ever seen!!
Her white sports shoes covered slightly visible ankles, the skin on them just as fair and delicate.