C92 West Suburb Prison

In the western suburbs of Longjing, in a remote place. . . There was only one prison in the desolate area. This was the biggest prison in all of China. Every night, there would be creepy sounds coming from inside. The prison was divided into the North and South Courts. The North Courts were all thieves. Rapes, murderers, etc. . . The Southern Courtyard is full of business criminals and political prisoners. The Southern Courtyard and the Northern Courtyard only have the opportunity to appear when they are working. Although the prison wasn't large, But the people inside were quite complicated. Living in a prison was something outsiders couldn't even imagine. But whether it was in prison or in the outside world, money wasn't omnipotent. But without money, it was absolutely impossible. In the prison, only by finding a strong protection would one be able to avoid physical pain.

There were all kinds of strange people in the prison, those who could survive in the prison. . . They were all not simple characters. Compared to the Southern Courtyard, the Northern Courtyard was even more chaotic. Any seemingly ordinary person had an unknown secret behind him.

"Old man, someone is visiting. " The prison guard said to a slovenly old man in a small room in the Northern Courtyard. However, compared to the tone he used to speak to the others, he was clearly much friendlier to this old thief.

"Little brother, this old man, I, have no relatives and no relatives. Why would someone come to see me?" The slovenly old man got up from the bed and asked in puzzlement.

The middle-aged prison guard smiled and said, "He looks like a young master from a rich family. He might be a relative you don't know about!" The middle-aged prison guard also had some thoughts in the prison. From a kid who didn't know anything to now, he clearly knew about this prison. This was a very arduous process. For example, this seemingly unremarkable old man in front of him was once a figure as well. In prison, he was as slippery as a loach. However, he was indeed a very interesting figure. Sometimes, the Warden would specially bring him out to play chess with him. Because the Warden took special care of him, The people in the prison did not even make a move on the old thief. Sometimes, they would even beg this old man. He just didn't know what the relationship between this old man and the prison warden was.

Not only did the old man have a way with the prison warden, but he also had a way with the other prisoners. It was also good for him. In short, this old thief was very popular. Sometimes, the middle-aged prison guard would ask the old man for advice.

"Rich? Really? I don't remember having any relatives of rich people. " The old man said in surprise. Without realizing it, the two of them had already arrived at the visitation room.

They saw a handsome young man with an evil aura sitting in the seat. Behind him was a cold and refined man. One look and you could tell that they were master and servant. The young man sitting quietly watched the old man enter. He smiled gently at him. The old man looked at the young man and was stunned. He sat down at the side, puzzled. The middle-aged prison guard was standing by the side.

"Mr. Prison guard, can you please let me talk to him alone?" The young man had a gentle smile on his face. He looked at the middle-aged Warden. When the middle-aged prison guard saw that gentle smile, he was a bit confused. However, he quickly reacted and said stutteringly, "Sir, I'm afraid this doesn't conform to the rules. I have no choice. " The middle-aged prison guard said awkwardly. Actually, when he saw that gentle smile just now, The middle-aged prison guard almost wanted to nod his head in agreement.

The young man did not change his expression because of the prison guard's refusal. The smile on his face remained unchanged as he said leisurely. "Rules? I wonder if this can get the prison guard to go out and smoke?" As the young man spoke, the man standing behind him had already taken out a thick envelope and placed it in front of the middle-aged prison guard.

The middle-aged prison guard hesitantly took the envelope and opened it. Inside was a thick stack of 100 yuan notes, at least tens of thousands. He quickly put it in his pocket and said with a smile, "I'm going to smoke right now. " After saying that, only the mysterious master and servant and the old man were left in the room.

"Who exactly are you? I don't seem to remember meeting someone as powerful as you. " The old man looked at the mysterious young man in front of him. His rich life experience told him that the man in front of him was smiling gently at him. Not simple. Although he looked gentle on the outside, there was a trace of evil in his bones. This young man was very powerful, even though he could not see through his strength. However, the man standing behind him. . . He is so powerful that it makes me feel uneasy. With such a master under my command. . . So what if he was a simple man?

The young man smiled and said, "Mr. Dugu indeed doesn't know me. I don't know Mr. Dugu either. But we already know each other now, don't we? "

The old man smiled at the infectious smile on the old man's face. He relaxed his body and said, "I've been in prison for a long time, but I haven't smoked properly. "

"Uncle Zhong!" The young man gave a look to the man behind him. The man behind him had already taken out the old man's favorite cigarette and threw it to the old man.

The old man looked at the sign of the pack of cigarettes in his hand and was stunned for a moment. Then, he switched to action and took out a cigarette. He looked up at the two of them and said, "Fire it!"

"Ci!" With a Ci! sound, the cigarette in the old man's hand was lit. The man who stood behind the young man put the cigarette back into the distance. However, he did not have any tools to light the cigarette.

As he smoked, the old man narrowed his smile. After enjoying himself for a while, he slowly said, "I never thought that my father would be able to smoke such a good cigarette at such a young age. To be able to see such profound martial arts, this is the greatest fortune of my life!"

"Mr. Gudu, have you never thought of leaving this prison? If it wasn't for the fact that you were framed back then. . . I don't think you would have been caught just like that and framed here! " The young man said calmly. His tone was neither hurried nor slow. The two of them gave off the feeling that they were old friends talking about heaven.

The old man flicked the ash in his hand and said with a bitter smile, "My heart is already dead. What's the point of going out? I'm living quite well here. It's not a bad choice to die of old age in prison. Young people are old and their patience is poor. If you have anything to say, just say it. Don't beat around the bush. "

The slovenly old man. . . That gaze that could see through people and all living things was indeed a person who had let go of everything.

The young man did not care about the changes of the old man and still said indifferently, "I don't know, Mr. Dugu, do you know of a medicine called Sleepless Medicine?"

Hearing the two words Sleepless, the old man's hand that was holding the cigarette unconsciously trembled, and his eyes lit up. However, in the next moment, it was covered up by the old man. It was just that all of this could escape the eyes of the two people in front of him. The corner of the young man's mouth slightly rose.

"What? Sleepless? I don't know. You found the wrong person. " The old man finally said lazily.

"Is that so?" The young man stopped smiling and spread his hands, but his eyes were fixed on the old man in front of him. Finally, he smiled gently and said, "Is my heart really dead? Since Mr. Dugu doesn't remember now, then I'll come again next time!" The young man elegantly stood up from his chair and walked towards the door.

The old man also stood up. Finally, he looked at the young man's back as he turned around and said, "You don't need to come, I don't know anything. "

The young man turned around and smiled devilishly. "No. I will come again. I believe. There was still hatred in Mr. Dugu's heart. He will not simply disappear, no matter how much time passes. Mister Dugu. . . Let's meet next time! I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer next time. " After a standard noble etiquette, the young man and the servant behind him left the room.

The old man sat heavily on a stool. The cigarette in his hand had already fallen to the ground. He looked into the distance, thinking about something.