560: 549 560: 549 “It’s all good,” Song Yun patted Zhang Longhu’s shoulder.
“Today, we won’t be beaten.”
“How’s that?” Zhang Longhu looked at Song Yun, puzzled.
“Hey, you two, what are you whispering about?
Come on, Song Yun, here’s your chance.
Kneel down and kowtow to your big brother a few times, then bring out everything you got the other day, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t hit you today,” the Centipede laughed loudly.
“I’ll give you a chance too.
Kneel down, call me grandpa, and today, I won’t hit you either,” Song Yun said with an equally broad smile.
As soon as Song Yun spoke up, Centipede and his men were stunned.
Had Song Yun gone crazy from fear?
The look on Centipede’s face darkened instantly.
“Song Yun, if I don’t break three of your ribs today, I’ll take your family name,” Centipede growled.
“Good boy,” Song Yun chuckled.
“Damn it!” Centipede screamed in rage and swung his fist toward Song Yun.
“Brother Long, sometimes a man, even if he can’t win, must smash his fists into the face of his enemies.
Simply because we are men.” Song Yun looked at Zhang Longhu with a smile, and when Centipede was nearly upon him, he swiftly, fiercely, and accurately kicked Centipede right in the groin.
Centipede’s body contorted and he convulsed on the ground.
Song Yun stepped forward, his foot landing directly on one of Centipede’s hands.
Crack!
The sound of breaking bones.
The bystanders shuddered violently.
How could this man be so ruthless!
After a momentary chill, Centipede’s men snapped to their senses and rushed toward Song Yun.
Without glancing at them, Song Yun lifted his foot and stepped forward again, this time on Centipede’s other hand.
“These two hands will pay for the past couple of days when you hit me.” Song Yun bared his teeth in a grin, dodged their attacks, and then threw a punch, fast as a bullet!
Three men charged at him, but they were sent flying even faster than they had come!
The seemingly tough Wild Boar got a punch from Song Yun right in the chest and collapsed to the ground, lying there like a dead pig.
After Centipede’s hands were crushed, he fainted.
Song Yun squatted down and pressed on a spot on his face, causing Centipede to weakly regain consciousness.
“Don’t hurry to pass out; I still have something to do,” Song Yun said, moving to the side before stomping down hard.
Crack.
Again, the sound of a bone breaking, this time Centipede’s shin.
Ahhh!!
Centipede cried out in pain, followed by another snap.
Both of Centipede’s legs were now broken by Song Yun.
“That was for when you kicked Longhu just now,” Song Yun said with a smile, then turned to Zhang Longhu, who was still in shock.
“See, they’re really not as tough as they seem!”
“This…
Song Yun, why did you strike like that!!” Zhang Longhu walked back and forth anxiously without any hint of joy.
“Centipede is a man of Pillar to the Sky, and while Centipede himself isn’t much, Pillar to the Sky is one of the three great forces!
You’ve seriously offended them to death.
You…
you’re going to die!!” he added.
“Hurry and get your relatives and friends on the outside to come up with some money, the more the better.
Offer it to Pillar to the Sky as compensation for medical expenses, and perhaps Pillar to the Sky will spare your life!”
“Calm down,” Song Yun said with a laugh.
“Let’s not worry about Pillar to the Sky just yet; I have something else to attend to.
You go back first, I’ll be over later.”
After sending Zhang Longhu back to his cell, Song Yun smirked viciously, then moved his neck around and flexed his joints.
“I rarely play it low-key, and yet I get bullied like this.
Sigh, now it’s finally time to get revenge.” Song Yun walked out of the restroom, pondering who to look for first when suddenly, he thought of the one person he most wanted to see in the prison.
Judge=.
The Yama Palace was in a very remote corner of the prison.
The surrounding walls and gates were much larger than the rest of the prison, and the soldiers in the sentry posts all wielded heavy machine guns, the kind that could shred a person to pieces with a few shots.
Many people didn’t know what was inside those gates, only that it housed the most vicious criminals, the kind who could wreak havoc in society.
The least dangerous among them had at least one murder to their name.
That afternoon, a figure appeared outside Yama Palace.
The figure moved swiftly, and each time the sentries glanced over, the figure had already found a good hiding spot.
In no time, the figure had reached the gates of Yama Palace.
Looking at the dark, chilling gates, Song Yun noticed they were about ten meters high and incredibly thick, nearly double the thickness of the rest of the prison walls.
Song Yun glanced at the sentries atop the wall.
As soon as they turned their heads, he moved like a gecko, quickly scaling the wall with his hands.
It took him less than ten seconds to climb the ten-meter-tall wall.
With a graceful leap, he cleared the barbed wire at the top and jumped down from the other side.
Below the wall was a concrete floor.
Song Yun landed on it and rolled forward into a dark corner just as the sentries turned their heads to the spot where he had landed.
All of this played out perfectly, as if rehearsed.
From his hidden vantage point, Song Yun observed Yama Palace.
Yama Palace was starkly different from the prison outside.
There was just a large open area with stone houses scattered across it.
Each house had a number plate hanging at the door.
There were about 30 small houses, each the size of Song Yun’s prison cell.
There were no windows, just an iron door with a fist-sized hole for passing things through.
Song Yun observed that the last of the 30 houses was different from the others, larger and made of synthetic materials instead of stone.
Outside this house’s iron door stood a soldier holding a submachine gun.
“Could it be that Judge is held there?” Song Yun pondered, then waited for the guards on the sentry to look away before rolling to the ground behind one of the houses.
A fist-sized ventilation hole punctured the back wall, providing airflow.
Song Yun peered through it and saw simple furnishings inside—a bed and a table and nothing else.