561: 550 561: 550 Inside this room, a man sat cross-legged on the floor, his hands and feet shackled by handcuffs and leg irons.
Sensing something odd about the ventilation duct, the man turned his head to look.
“Where is the Judge?” Song Yun asked in a low voice.
“Who are you?” The man didn’t answer Song Yun’s question and instead asked coldly, his eyes filled with a thick, bloody light.
“Either tell me where the Judge is, or, I can kill you right now.” Song Yun said just as coldly, not particularly fond of the people here, save for the Judge, who piqued Song Yun’s interest.
The man was about to sneer at Song Yun, this young man ignorant of the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth, but then he caught a glimpse of Song Yun’s eyes.
For a death-row convict who had killed people, there should have been nothing in this world that could scare him.
But right now, upon seeing Song Yun’s eyes, the man was taken aback; there was no bloodshed or fierceness in those eyes, only deathly stillness!
The man felt as if he was seeing the young man in front of him wielding a sharp blade while corpses were strewn all around.
If he was merely a murderer, then the man in front of him was truly like an existence akin to a Demon King!
“In the last room.” The man said without hesitation, knowing very well that if he dared to procrastinate any further, this man could indeed kill him.
After Song Yun had left, the man finally felt like a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
“Just what kind of fiend is he, with eyes just like the Judge’s!” The man muttered to himself, still shaken.
So it was the last room, indeed!
Song Yun frowned and looked toward the last room, where a soldier stood, even carrying a submachine gun.
If it were just that man, Song Yun wouldn’t have needed to think about it and could have just knocked him out.
But it wasn’t just one soldier there.
Sentinels frequently glanced over, and one lapse of attention could lead to the machine gun firing at Song Yun.
Although Song Yun could withstand bullets, that was only true for regular firearms.
Against this kind of heavy weaponry that could shatter a man with a few shots, Song Yun still felt somewhat wary.
As Song Yun was grappling with his dilemma, suddenly, a whistle sounded.
Looking in the direction of the whistle, Song Yun saw a man dressed as an officer blowing a whistle.
The sentries, upon hearing the sound, filed out of their posts and headed downstairs.
“Changing of the guard!”
A thought struck Song Yun’s mind!
Without any hesitation, he dashed towards that room.
The soldier holding the submachine gun had his attention momentarily drawn by the whistle.
By the time he regained his focus, he found that a person had appeared inexplicably in front of him.
The soldier raised his gun, intending to shout, but the visitor was incredibly fast.
Before the soldier could even sound the alarm, he was knocked unconscious by a karate chop.
After the soldier had passed out, Song Yun didn’t perform any extra actions; he simply crouched down and peered into the hole, looking inside.
Within the room, a man with hair down to his waist was holding a piece of wood in one hand and carving it with the other.
What surprised Song Yun was that the man didn’t have a carving knife; he was using the nails of his fingers to sketch on the wood.
The piece of wood had already taken on a rough outline that seemed to resemble a person.
“Are you here to kill me?” The man asked without lifting his head.
“Are you the Judge?” Song Yun’s eyes glimmered slightly.
“You…
are Song Yun?” The man looked up, showing a hint of surprise as he looked at Song Yun.
“You know me?” Song Yun was somewhat astonished; he wasn’t all that famous, yet the Judge could actually call out his name!
“Someone offered a price for your life,” said the Judge indifferently, his gaze returning to a calm state with no trace of a ripple.
Staring into the Judge’s eyes, Song Yun felt as if there was something lurking there.
Hearing the Judge’s words, Song Yun asked, “Who wants me dead?”
“Gulang,” the Judge replied without any attempt to hide it.
“Oh?
When?”
“Just now.”
“And did you accept?” Song Yun asked with a smile, as if the man in front of him wasn’t the Judge worth billions, but just a stranger.
“I had planned to accept, but now, no longer.” The Judge’s face revealed a faint smile.
Looking at him, Song Yun saw a man who appeared to be under thirty, and when he smiled, there was even a slight hint of shyness.
Was this the man known for committing numerous murders, always delayed in execution but never dying?
“Why not?” Song Yun asked.
“You are worth more than three billion,” the Judge said blandly.
“Three billion?
Gulang offered three billion?” Song Yun said in surprise.
“Yes, and I’m not sure I could defeat you, so I declined.”
“How did you get in here?” Song Yun inquired.
This had always been something that intrigued and troubled Song Yun.
Logically, a person like the Judge, unmovable by the likes of the Prison Chief or Qian Kaikou, would be kept under surveillance at a special operations facility following any arrest for excessive murder.
A regular prison simply couldn’t contain such an individual.
“I wanted to come in, so I came in,” the Judge said with a smile.
“You should go.
I want to sleep.”
“Haha, how interesting,” Song Yun watched as the Judge set aside the wooden figure and lay down on a bed, then he turned and left the house.
After Song Yun left, the Judge yawned and stretched out the hand that had been carving the wood, rubbing his temples.
“It does hurt indeed, that little bastard is protected by such a formidable character, huh, truly a fortune as vast as Qi Tian,” said the Judge as he lowered his hand, inexplicably, a trickle of blood seeped from his temple.
Looking at the Judge’s hand under the sunlight, it seemed as though a silvery glint flashed by.
Song Yun was merely curious about the Judge, and had no intention of enlisting such a formidable individual.
Firstly, Song Yun didn’t know the Judge’s background, and secondly, the Judge gave Song Yun a very strange feeling.
For someone Song Yun couldn’t control, he would never lightly seek to employ them.
Besides, even if Song Yun was willing to take him in, the other party would have to be willing to join, and Song Yun didn’t have the main character’s halo.
It was clear enough that the Judge didn’t want to talk more with Song Yun.
So, not wanting to make a nuisance of himself, Song Yun left.
Following the same path as before, it wasn’t long before he arrived back at the regular prison area.
It was now the afternoon, and Song Yun returned to his own cell.
However, upon arriving at his room, Song Yun saw Smiling Tiger.
Smiling Tiger, along with his subordinates, was rummaging through some of Song Yun’s belongings.
Song Yun’s face darkened, and he entered the cell.