Chapter 15: The Strange Person

  Yang Kaiyu explained: "After Heizi died, he made a big fuss in the Bamboo Leaf Gang with Heizi's body. Although I don't know what the reason was, Xu Huaying didn't make things difficult for him at that time. But obviously now, Xu Huaying has started to take revenge, so I said I couldn't help."

  This time it was his turn to be surprised. He widened his eyes and said: "What? The one who made trouble for the Bamboo Leaf Gang is him?"

  After Yang Kaiyu was assassinated, his son had been sent to the entrance of Huihuang 80 to search for him, but he didn't find anything. Later, some news came that someone brought a dead body to make a big fuss at Zhuyehelp and then left.

  That dead man's son guessed it might be Hei Zi. But he never thought that the friend of Hei Zi, who made him feel shocked and admiring, was actually Han Yu!

  Even if he knew that Han Yu and Hei Zi were friends, he had never thought about it before, perhaps because they were too familiar.

  A flash of surprise flickered in his son's eyes, surprised for Han Yu.

  Yang Kaiyu nodded: "He can fight for a dead person, he is a very worthy friend, unfortunately..."

  His son was silent, he didn't know how he walked out of Yang Kaiyu's office, he just thought to himself, what else could he do.

  Han Yu told him to find Fang Wenshan, he found him and also mentioned Han Yu's name, but the other party didn't have any reaction at all.

  He even begged Yang Kaiyu to call Fang Wenshan personally, but the result was the same, and the other party hung up after saying a few words.

  His son was puzzled, and Han Yu finally asked him what he wanted to find Fang Wenshan for. Did he think that just because he knew Fang Wenshan, he could help him out?

  If that's the case, then he overestimates himself. His son let out a soft sigh again, Han Yu didn't have many friends in the county town either, if he didn't take care of him, it was likely that he wouldn't be able to come out again.

  After Yang Kaiyu's explanation, thinking back now, Wang Qiang's expression towards Han Yu at that time was polite but clearly carried a cold and frosty intent.

  But since Xu Huaying wants his life, what can he do? Xu Huaying is the tyrant of the county town, and he and Fang Wenshan are in cahoots.

  For a moment, his son felt nothing but bitterness in his heart.

  At this time, Han Yu had already been taken directly to a large courtyard more than 100 miles north of the county seat. The high wall was topped with barbed wire and there were even watchtowers on all sides. Several armed police officers stood on top, patrolling back and forth.

  On the outer wall, four bright red big characters: Xin Kang Prison.

  Han Yu sat in the car, coldly staring at the police officer who was going to handle the procedures, and said lightly: "How much benefit did Xu Huaying give you? You actually sent me here directly?"

  Wang Qiang snorted and coldly said, "I don't understand what you're saying, I only know that you killed people first, cut off someone's arm, and injured many others afterwards. The evidence is solid, the ironclad proof is like a mountain. Bringing you here is also for safety before the trial."

  Han Yu didn't know the specifics of their shady deal, but he was clear that Xu Huaying had no intention of letting him live. He narrowed his eyes lazily and said: "Safety? By sending me here, you never planned to let me leave alive, did you? For a dead man, you're still so sanctimonious and full of nonsense, I really feel sorry for you!"

  Wang Qiang's face suddenly turned purple, like a eggplant that had been sun-scorched. He glared at him with his eyes wide open and said viciously: "You little brat, you still dare to be stubborn? It was Xu Huaying who used us to kill you, now you know, what can you do about it? You have no money, no power, no one, no backing, and now, you're going to lose your life. Between the two of us, who is more pitiful?"

  "It's still you, because you're so angry. Taking this kind of money that goes against your conscience must be burning a hole in your pocket, right?" Han Yu said with a smile.

  Wang Qiang was taken aback for a moment, and at this time, the people below had already completed the formalities, and the car immediately drove in.

  Wang Qiang jumped off the car and found a person who seemed to be a local boss, whispering a few words in his ear. The man walked over, looking at Han Yu's young face with some indifference, and said softly: "Take him to 5271."

  Two prison guards walked over behind him, gazing at Han Yu with sympathetic expressions.

  Wang Qiang walked over and personally unlocked his handcuffs: "I've specially arranged a single room for you, I hope you'll like it!"

  "Thank you." Han Yu's face showed no emotion, and he calmly replied with a single sentence.

  For some reason, as soon as he saw his nonchalant expression, Wang Qiang felt annoyed. He raised an eyebrow and said, "You little brat, don't blame me. If you and Xu had swapped identities, then it would have been him who came in today. So, if you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for not being capable."

  Han Yu smiled, raised his hand, and Wang Qiang's expression changed slightly as he reached for his gun. However, Han Yu merely patted him lightly on the shoulder. Squinting his eyes, Han Yu whispered in his ear: "You people are even more ruthless than Xu Huaying. But don't worry, I'll wait for you to come and release me."

  After finishing speaking, he followed the two prison guards walking inside.

  Wang Qiang's movement stiffened, his face looked quite ugly as he stared at the disappearing figure until it was out of sight. Only then did he spit on the ground and snorted: "Pfft, a steamed duck with a hard mouth! Get out!"

  Got into the police car and drove away with a screech.

  Han Yu walked with the two prison guards, all the way he didn't know how many prisoners he saw, some of them sat silently on their beds, while others lay on the glass at the door, when they saw him pass by, they made a great effort to knock on the door.

  Every time this happens, the prison guard will step forward and stop them, saying "Don't make any more noise, or I'll lock you up in solitary confinement, not even letting you look out the window." This method doesn't work on everyone. At this point, the prison guard will look at the person with a gentle expression and ask if they want to be sent to 5271. At this time, no matter how vicious or arrogant the person looks, they will immediately shut their mouth and walk back to their bed, behaving more obediently than a kindergarten child.

  Han Yu couldn't help but feel a little curious, what kind of place was 5271 that it could actually calm down these guys?

  "We're here, go in." A prison guard pushed the door open with some effort, his body sideways, and a loud creaking sound ensued. The door was surprisingly made of thick steel plates.

  At the moment the door was pushed open, another prison guard picked up his gun and aimed it at the inside of the door as if he were facing a great enemy. Moreover, several red dots appeared on the wall beside him, obviously there were snipers aiming at this place from a distance.

  Han Yu's curiosity grew, what kind of person was inside the door that could cause such a big commotion?

  Taking a deep breath, Han Yu walked in slowly, the sound of the door closing slowly behind him, and then footsteps rang out quickly and soon became faintly imperceptible, as if the two prison guards had run back in one breath.

  Han Yu slightly narrowed her eyes, sizing up the room. The room was quite spacious, at least twenty square meters. Against the left wall stood a bed, beside which was a desk with a table lamp, writing utensils, and a stack of books; there were no other objects in sight!

  On the bed, however, sat a man who looked to be only forty-two or three years old. When Han Yu entered, he didn't even lift his head, but merely held a deck of cards and quietly arranged them on the table, as if he hadn't noticed that there was an extra person in his room at all.

  Han Yu's pupils suddenly constricted the moment he saw his opponent.

  This person is a dangerous character.

  He also loves cleanliness.

  This was the initial impression he got from the other party, being in prison even if not dirty, would still have some smell, a musty smell that had not seen sunlight for years.

  But this person didn't; his clothes were extremely neat and tidy, his hair was spotless, and he sat quietly as if he were in his own home.

  Throughout the entire prison, Han Yu saw a sea of shaved heads, and among all the prisoners, only this person in front of him had hair.

  Of course, he also had hair, but Han Yu never considered himself one of these people.

  "Hello!" Han Yu smiled and greeted him.

  That person didn't lift his head, nor did he respond. Han Yu felt a bit awkward and rubbed his nose, wisely shutting his mouth, walking straight to the desk to pick up a book, sitting on the bed to read.

  At first, Han Yu was quietly observing the other person's every move, but before long, he was deeply drawn into the content of the book. This was a book that discussed life, survival, morality and the relationship between law.

  It's not an empty talk, but through the rise and fall of a small character, to express! It's like an unyielding shout, a roar of life...

  Han Yu was lost in thought when he suddenly felt like someone was staring at him, and he couldn't help but look up.

  Her eyes were a plain face, with a pale complexion that had not seen the sun for years. The ink-black pupils carried a hint of indifference, quietly gazing at him.

  Han Yu's mouth curved upwards slightly, and a faint, kind smile appeared. He closed the book and said softly, "I just saw you were busy, so I took out this book to read. Sorry about that."

  He said it was embarrassing, but there wasn't a hint of apology on his face.

  The middle-aged man suddenly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, looked at the cards in his hand, and after a while of ups and downs in his throat, he said with difficulty and slowness: "Who are you?"

  His voice was strange, as if he were scraping a metal against a ceramic plate, with a piercing and penetrating power.

  His movements were even stranger, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time and had forgotten how to articulate.

  Han Yu looked at him with some curiosity and asked: "And who are you?"

  The middle-aged man shut his mouth very succinctly, only the hand holding the card lightly moved, and a card flipped up along his fingers as if it had its own life.

  Han Yu's pupils contracted for a moment, but his face wore a faint smile: "Good card skills!"

  "Let's play a game." The middle-aged man spoke again, and his fingers moved along with his mouth.

  With just a slight flick, the paper card flew up and spun around, making a shrill whistling sound like a steel knife cutting through the air, and appeared in front of Han Yu's throat in an instant.

  It's clear that if he were hit by this card, Han Yu would be no better off than a rooster with its throat cut, waiting to be cooked.

  Han Yu hadn't prepared himself for being dug up by others yet, so he made a move.

  Two fingers, very naturally appeared on one side of the card, and then slightly pinched, the whooshing sound stopped immediately. Pinching the card, Han Yu didn't even glance at it, and casually placed it in front of him, looking at the strange person in front of him with a light sigh: "It seems I don't have the right to refuse! How do we play?"

  "Three cards compare sizes, you big, then live. Small, then die!" The middle-aged man's strange voice sounded again, and two paper cards flew up at the same time.

  Han Yu's two hands came out at the same time, catching the card and putting it in front of him. He said very succinctly: "Good. But your cards will be dealt by me!"

  P.S. Note that this book is not a fantasy novel, but rather an urban crime story close to real life! As you read on, you'll find that everything is happening around you...