Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  Birds chirping, mountain streams, moss, withered leaves, high walls, iron nets, green grass - this is not a vibrant campus, it's the Hate Mountain Prison.

  In a high-rise building where you can see the entire prison's wind square, Tang Zhongzheng sat at his desk writing.

  Calligraphy.

  "The sea is vast and allows fish to leap freely; the sky is high and lets birds fly at will."

  The brushwork is elegant and refined, with ink colors that are bright and vivid. The spirit of the painting is lively and dynamic, with a carefree and uninhibited charm.

  Being able to write such good handwriting at a young age is indeed something to be proud of.

  So, Tang Chong lavished praise on himself without restraint.

  "It's written really well. Unprecedentedly good."

  "Shu Sheng Chongsheng saw this word and should have cried loudly?"

  "The sky is high and birds fly; why isn't it 'the sky is dark and birds fly'? - The ancients were truly rascals."

  The door of the room was kicked open, and a middle-aged prison guard wearing a gray prison uniform stood panting at the entrance, shouting loudly: "Second master's family - hurry up. Class 7 has blown its number."

  "What's going on?" Tang Zhong raised his head and asked: "Where is the master of the house?"

  "He's not in the duty room." The prison guard said urgently.

  Exploding number, that is, a malignant fight and brawl occurs in the cell. If one control is not good, it will lead to bloody death events.

  There was once a death row inmate who snapped under the immense mental pressure and strangled four cellmates to death in one night.

  Tang Chongxiu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he tossed the brush in his hand into the ink box, standing up quickly to rush outside. The prison guard saw that the second master was willing to take the stage to help, and his tense expression finally relaxed.

  Through a long corridor of dense forest, across one iron gate after another, finally stopped in front of the iron gate with the words "Seven Classes" hanging on it.

  Not yet inside, I heard loud shouting and noise coming from within.

  "The second one in charge is here. I'm coming to open the door." The prison guard said aloud.

  "Wait." Tang Zhong stretched out his hand to stop him. "Let's hear what they have to say."

  "You want to teach me a lesson? You're not even qualified. Li Lao Hu has been in and out of prison seven times, this time he's in for taking three lives - once you're in, there's no thought of getting out again. Want to fight with me? Not even worth pissing on."

  This was a strange voice, probably from the new prisoner who had been sent over today. In prison slang, it's called 'new intake'.

  "Newly arrived must follow the rules of the new place. We are here to teach you the rules --"

  "Humbug. Bullshit rules." The unfamiliar voice became even more arrogant. "You guys just want to teach me, Li Lao Hu, a lesson first, and then ride roughshod over me afterwards, right? --- Well, I, Li Lao Hu, won't take this lying down."

  "What's wrong with you? Comrade Class Monitor, wasn't beating you up enough earlier? Or should I loosen your bones a bit more? Let me tell you, you bastards, from today on, I'm the class monitor of Class 7. Listen to me and you'll get food. Don't listen to me, and you'll eat shit."

  The copper lock opened, and Tang Zhong pushed open the iron gate and walked in.

  "What's going on?" Tang Chong asked with a smile.

  As soon as Tang Zhongjin entered, more than a dozen prisoners with shaved heads and wearing gray uniforms looked delighted, except for four or five who were injured and couldn't get up from the ground. The others all greeted him.

  "The second master of the house... The second master of the house has arrived."

  "This is the second time he's caused trouble at home. This new prisoner is really out of line. We taught him discipline, but not only did he refuse to learn, he even resorted to violence-"

  "Second Master's family, he broke my arm, you have to stand up for me."

  Tang Chong turned around and looked at the man with a scar on his face who was sitting on the lower bunk, asking: "Are you Li Lao Hu?"

  "It's me. What are you?" Li Lao Hu glanced at Tang Chong with disdain.

  A tender and delicate little kid, what threat can he pose?

  However, seeing a prison guard standing behind him and watching himself with schadenfreude made him feel that the situation was not quite right.

  "I'm not kidding. I'm Tang Zhong." Tang Zhong still had a gentle and kind expression, patiently explaining: "In prison, there are rules to follow. The guards are understaffed, so they need some old-timers to teach the newbies about the must-follow rules-"

  "Get out of my sight!" Li Lao Hu saw Tang Chong's smiling face, and his tone became even more arrogant. "I told you earlier, this is my eighth time in prison - what rules do I need you to teach me?"

  "Other prisons have their own rules, and Hen Shan Prison has its own rules," Tang Chong said. "Two different things."

  "My fist is big, what I say goes." Li Lao Hu said viciously. He pointed at the several prisoners lying on the ground and groaning, saying: "Those who don't listen will be made an example of first."

  Tang Zhong couldn't help but burst out laughing and said: "Did you hear what they just called me?"

  "What's it to you?" Li Lao Hu jumped up from the bed, his large hands shaped like a spade pointing at Tang Chong as he scolded: "Little brat, if you don't scram, I'll slap you to death with one palm."

  "They call me the second master of the house." Tang Zhong let out a soft sigh. Limbs developed, brain simple, probably referring to this kind of person. "In other words, except for the big master, everyone in this prison listens to me."

  Li Lao Hu burst out laughing, the muscles on his face twitching, and growled in a low voice: "Little doll, you really don't know how to live. I'll tell you, I already have three lives in my hands, it doesn't matter if I add one more -"

  Tang Zhong suddenly understood that this was a guy with low IQ who liked to stir up trouble. To deal with such a person, there is only one way - to order food.

  "Order now." Tāng Zhòng put his hands in his pants pockets, looked up and said: "Braised pork with rock sugar or boiled fish with chili peppers, which one do you like to eat?"

  What is referred to as "ice sugar elbow" is the use of the elbow to violently strike a person's kidney area. If it hits the right spot, the perpetrator will not only be unable to stand up straight but may even urinate blood. "Chili pepper explosion fish" is even more brutal than "ice sugar elbow", using electric wires or hemp ropes soaked in water to whip a person's body, after which the skin all over the body turns inside out like fish scales.

  There are also dishes like 'egg pancake' and 'beating the cow over the mountain', these poisonous beating methods have the biggest feature of not showing scars on the surface.

  Li Lao Hu burst out laughing and cursed loudly: "Damn your mother!"

  Before he could finish what he was saying, his mouth shut tight.

  Because Tang Zhong had already punched him in the face.

  A loud crack, and amidst the vomited blood were hidden a few large yellow teeth.

  "You don't order, I'll help you order. Since you're new here, let me treat you to a bowl of ice sugar buns first."

  While speaking, Tang Chong's knee had already violently struck Li Lao Hu's waist and kidney area.

  Once, twice, thrice

  Swift as lightning, fierce as thunderbolt.

  In the blink of an eye, Li Lao Hu, who was as sturdy as a small mountain, suddenly spat out blood and fell to the ground.

  From head to toe, his proud 'big fist' never had a chance to throw out even one punch.

  "Stop hitting me... Please stop..." Li Lao Hu's body curled up into a ball, his hands clutching his head as he sobbed and begged for mercy.

  Tang Chong received the towel handed over by the diligent person and wiped his hands.

  "Can we go to class now?" Tang Chong asked.

  "It's okay. It's okay." Li Laohu shouted, tears streaming down his face.

  "It's up to you now," said Tang Chong.

  "Thank you, Second Master."

  "The second master's slow walk."

  "Second master of the house often comes back to take a look - who kicked my butt?"

  Tang Chong smiled and had the prison guard lock the iron door.

  "Thanks again, it's a trouble for you." The prison guard said with a grateful face.

  Tang Zhong waved his hand and said, "I'm used to it."

  I've gotten used to it.

  Tang Chong grew up in prison, and since he was old enough to understand things, his father had already been the warden of Hate Mountain Prison, also known as 'the big master'.

  Tang Chong had ADHD since he was young and couldn't stay still for a moment. His father was busy with work, so he let him run around in the prison by himself.

  Due to his special status, he naturally became the 'Little Prince' in prison. The guards cherished him and the inmates fawned on him. Also because of his cleverness and eagerness to learn, he was interested in all sorts of strange and unusual things, so everyone was happy to teach him some tricks.

  As time passed, he grew older and understood more things, his prestige also increased, everyone liked to find him to deal with some problems. The warden was not there, and he was responsible for some work. So, he became the 'second master' of Hen Mountain Prison.

  Tang Chong returned to the house again, only to find that the door in the room was open. The "master of the house" he had been searching for everywhere earlier and a strange woman were waiting there together. As soon as they heard his footsteps, both turned around to look at him.

  Before 'Da Dang Jia' could speak, that extremely beautiful woman asked with a surprised expression: "Is he Tang Chong?"

  The woman had a head of short, red hair that gave off a neat and tidy impression. Her phoenix eyes were narrow and long, bright and charming. Her full lips were slightly thick, painted with red lipstick, like a blooming rose in full bloom, making one want to pounce over and kiss her hundreds of times.

  Wearing a silver professional suit, it perfectly sets off her fiery figure. Full chest and slender waist, round buttocks. Wearing a large black-framed glasses, giving people a sense of intellectual beauty.

  Her eyes sparkled with excitement, her expression was extremely agitated, as if she had found a long-lost son.

  "Yes." The patriarch's deep voice said. His dense beard covered his mouth tightly, and it sounded like a bug was hiding inside calling out.

  "It's him. It really is him." The woman exclaimed repeatedly. "Great. He's the one I'm looking for."

  "You talk, I won't participate." The master of the house glanced at his son and turned around to walk outside.

  "Ah-" Tang Chong shouted. This big bearded man hadn't even introduced the woman's identity and origin to him yet.

  A woman's pair of phoenix eyes kept glancing at Tang Chong's face and body, like a female wolf eyeing his appearance.

  After a while, she took the initiative to stretch out her hand to Tang Chong, smiling softly and saying: "Let's get acquainted - Bai Su. White as in white food, Su as in vegetarian."

  "Tang Zhong." Tang Zhong extended his hand to grasp her warm and slightly sweaty small hand, introducing himself: "Tang as in Tang Dynasty founder's surname, Zhong as in weighty, not repeat. But it seems you already know my name."

  "Pffft-" Bai Su laughed. "Is there still a need for self-introduction like this?"

  "You've already seen it," said Tang Chong.

  She smiled brightly and then looked at Tang Chong with a serious expression, asking in her sultry red lips and a voice full of temptation: "Do you like Leslie Cheung?"

  "I like it." Tang Zhong replied. He liked the "A Better Tomorrow" series of films starring Leslie Cheung.

  "Do you like Chow Yun-fat?"

  "I like it." In Tong's eyes, Chow Yun-fat's version of "The Bund" is a classic that cannot be surpassed.

  "Do you like Andy Lau?"

  "Also like." He can act and sing, diligent forever king.

  "Do you want to become a superstar like them?"

  Tang Chong looked at her with a shocked expression.

  "Driving a famous car, living in a luxurious mansion, having photos published in newspapers and magazines, becoming an idol for countless people, receiving attention from all over the world and being chased by young girls..."

  "Are you sick?" Tang Zhong looked at her with a sympathetic face and asked.

  Such a beautiful woman, how could her brain be ruined?

  (Some people say that it's harder to write about the emotions between men than between men and women. So, Lao Liu's new book has a protagonist who not only needs to conquer women but also men ----- how evil.)

  A new beginning! A new journey!

  Dear friends, Guards Regiment, let us fight for honor once again!

  Collect! Red tickets! Not one can be missing!