555: Chapter 544 555: Chapter 544 Standing beside the towering column, there were a few others, including the one known as Centipede.
“Big brother, he’s just a newbie.
Is he really worth all this attention?” Centipede’s face carried a hint of confusion.
“A newbie, huh?
Ha, what a ‘newbie’ he is!” Stretch skyward tore open a cigarette and then threw the contents to his subordinates.
A man standing closest to Stretch picked up the offered smoke, took out one, and respectfully handed it to Stretch.
Stretch took the cigarette, placed it in his mouth, glanced at Centipede—who hurriedly grabbed a lighter from someone else—and lit Stretch’s cigarette.
After taking a deep inhale, Stretch exhaled a smoke ring contentedly and then said, “No need to say more, tomorrow have Wild Boar accompany you.”
A man who was as stocky as Zhang Fei laughed and said to Centipede, “Centipede, give me half of whatever you collect tomorrow, eh?”
“No problem, I’d give it all to Brother Wild Boar if need be.” Centipede, already lacking the overbearing presence he had around Song Yun, spoke to Wild Boar with a fawning attitude.
This Wild Boar was one of Stretch’s top lieutenants, commanding a price of 500,000 within the prison.
Someone from Qian Kaikou’s side had once coveted this 500,000, found an opportunity to try and take down Wild Boar, but ended up in the hospital instead, rumored to have turned into a vegetable.
“Ha!
I don’t need your trinkets,” Wild Boar said, grinning from ear to ear as if he was very pleased with Centipede’s performance.
“Aren’t you due for release in half a year or so?”
“Yes, yes, Brother!
Do you need me to do anything for you?” Centipede asked.
“It’s nothing, just remember to come visit us from time to time once you’re out,” Wild Boar said with a smile.
“Once you’re out, you’ll join Boss Xie’s organization.
You’re quite lucky, I must say.”
“It’s all thanks to Brother Stretch’s recommendation.
Otherwise, how could I have possibly joined Wild Wolf?” Centipede looked at Stretch with flattering eyes.
“Ha ha, we’re all brothers here.
Wild Boar, don’t envy him.
Though you’ve got another ten years before getting out, I assure you, you’ll have a place in Wild Wolf Headquarters.
Brother Gulang is always eager for competent people,” Stretch said with a laugh.
“Thanks, boss.”
Song Yun was laboring in the fields alongside Zhang Longhu.
Song Yun, having grown up in the mountains, had never encountered such farm work before, so he was quite curious about it.
Add to that Song Yun’s exceptional strength; he found the afternoon’s work surprisingly enjoyable.
As he used to say, accustomed to the comfortable and lavish life outside, occasionally coming in here to plant some vegetables and relax wasn’t such a bad idea.
If other prisoners knew Song Yun was thinking about relaxing in prison, they might drown him in their spit.
This is jailtime, not vacation.
Song Yun worked until about six o’clock, when the prison guards blew whistles signaling everyone to gather, and soon after, they lined up for dinner.
“Song Yun, our days are all like this, can you get used to it?” Zhang Longhu asked.
“I’m used to it, why wouldn’t I be?” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Life like this is actually pretty good.”
“Ha ha, you’re quite the optimist.
Sigh…
I’ve been inside for several years now, and in half a month, my sentence will be up,” Zhang Longhu suddenly said with a touch of melancholy.
“It’s just…
once I’m out, I don’t know what I can do.
Although I have 200,000, that’s really not a lot in this era.”
“Heh, Brother Long, you could go into business.”
“Business, my ass.
Sigh, I’ve never been cut out for that.”
After dinner, which was followed by the scheduled study time, the prison guards came for Song Yun instead, informing him that he had a visitor.
The visitor was Li Shishi, who sat down and remained silent, just gazing steadily at Song Yun.
“Don’t worry, I’m doing quite well here, don’t stress over me,” Song Yun said, flashing a comforting grin.
“Mr.
Song has told me everything.
Be careful,” Li Shishi said before taking a bag from her purse and giving it to a nearby guard.
This guard, one of the few genuinely decent people in the prison, merely checked the bag without skimming anything and handed it straight to Song Yun.
“Thank you.” Song Yun memorized the face of this young guard.
“You’ve got such a beautiful girlfriend, you better reform yourself and strive to get out soon,” the young guard commented.
Song Yun nodded and accepted the items from the guard.
“There are some cigarettes inside; you can share them with your cellmates.
There’s also some money—I’m not sure what use it could be, but you figure that out.
And there’s a lot of food; make sure you eat plenty,” Li Shishi tirelessly advised Song Yun on various matters.
Li Shishi herself hadn’t realized, but she now resembled a wife watching her husband set off on a long voyage, utterly unable to ease her mind.
While Li Shishi and Song Yun were having their tender-hearted chat, Wild Wolf Headquarters was brewing with schemes.
“Kirin, how is your recovery?”
At that moment, at Wild Wolf Headquarters, Gulang was looking triumphantly at Kirin.
Kirin, slightly hunched over, had the eyes of an injured wolf, fixed on Gulang as he said, “Are you mocking me?”
“Not at all, not at all.
I wouldn’t dare to mock Kirin, once the first among the young generation in the Martial Arts world,” Gulang said, his face belying his dismissive attitude.
“Hmph, you’ve never personally experienced the strength of Yaksha; you wouldn’t understand,” Kirin snorted.
“Ha!
I see you’re recovering well.
Now, I have some news for you.
Yaksha’s pupil, Song Yun, has been incarcerated.
This is an opportunity.
How about you go and coordinate with Asura?
If two of you take action, you can definitely kill Song Yun,” Gulang suggested.
“Asura?” Kirin frowned.
“Wasn’t he obliterated?”
“Who told you that?
Ha, Asura is currently residing in the first prison.
I remember, back in the day, you and Asura had certain connections.
If you take the initiative, you could probably persuade Asura.”
“I have no particular connection with that madman,” Kirin said coldly.
“You go if you want.”
“So what’s your plan?”
“Me, I’m going back to Yanjing,” Kirin stated flatly.
“Are you sure?” Gulang’s expression became gravely serious.
“None of us are fools.
If you dare to touch Song Yun today, for all you know, tomorrow that old bastard Yaksha might just come butcher your entire family.
Consider this a warning: never mess with Yaksha.”
Kirin left unsaid the rest of his warning—because Yaksha was backed by not one, but two Holy Daughters.