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what if the prison guards want to make a quick buck by dealing with those valuable inmates?
Isn’t that very convenient?” Song Yun asked.
“You really think the prison guards are so useful?
Besides, guards don’t get involved in inmate affairs.
On one hand, the Prison Chief has rules, on the other hand, these kinds of things cannot stand the light of day.”
“So for inmates, being exposed means, at worst, a heavier sentence, but if guards are exposed, they could end up in jail themselves.
It’s not worth the risk of such great danger for a few tens of thousands of yuan!” the old man explained.
“Then Old Brother, can you tell me about that Judge?” Song Yun curiously asked.
“The Judge?
The story goes that he was captured many years ago, seemed to have killed plenty, but somehow, he was only sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve.
Then, every year, after the execution date, he was given another reprieve.
Always a reprieve, yet he couldn’t die.
His background is quite complex.
You want to know who offered the price of 500 million, don’t you?” the old man whispered.
“Yes!” Song Yun nodded earnestly.
“It was both Qian Kaikou and Skyscraper, each offering 100 million, and someone outside put up 300 million.
A bunch of people even contemplated using this money to persuade the Prison Chief, but the Chief, having got wind of it from somewhere, wasn’t swayed by the 500 million cash.
However, the Chief didn’t seem to intervene whether Qian Kaikou and Skyscraper would arrange for someone to kill the Judge.
With such a high bounty, there will always be brave ones.
Up till now, a total of three people have tried to assassinate the Judge,” the old man said, pausing for a moment.
“Speaking of Skyscraper and Qian Kaikou, their history with the Judge goes way back.
When the Judge first arrived, they were already in prison.
Hearing about the death-row inmate, they planned to recruit him once he got life imprisonment.
So, they specially sent men into Yama Palace.
The next day, the men who went in were sent back, maimed.
It turned out the Judge was responsible.
Infuriated, they sent more skilled minions, but all ended up the same, crippled by the Judge.
Realizing they’d hit a wall, they put up this huge bounty to have someone else kill him, but none succeeded.”
“Old Brother, who were the three people that tried to kill the Judge?” Song Yun inquired.
“The first was a man sentenced to death in Yama Palace, called Qingmian Ghost.
Back in the day, he killed many from Nanyue in the southwest, and in a killing spree, ended up offing his own crew, leading to his death sentence.
Qingmian Ghost took the job, hoping to use the money to grease some wheels, maybe get a reduced sentence.
But he didn’t get the cash, nor did he grease any wheels, and ended up killed by the Judge.”
“The second was also from Yama Palace, named Qin Guang.
He was trafficking in the Tibetan Region initially, then killed three inspectors, fled, and got caught, sentenced to death.
Shipped here, he took the job on his second day and by the third, was carried out of Yama Palace District.”
“The third, a few months ago, was from Yama Palace as well, sentenced to death with reprieve.
Rumor has it he was from a special department, maybe a scapegoat or something, not quite clear.
Likewise, within days, he was carried out of Yama Palace District, never to be engaged in such business again,” the old man finished in one breath, laughing as he spoke to Song Yun.
“So, are you interested in this?
If you are, I could arrange for you to go into Yama Palace District.”
“I’d rather not die,” Song Yun shook his head.
“I’m just a common man.
Even if I could get 500 million, I wouldn’t live to spend it.”
“Ha ha, true!
Many people don’t have the brains that you do,” Zhang Longhu laughed from the side.
“By the way, you said everyone has a price.
So, Brother Long, what’s your price?” Song Yun curiously asked.
“Me?
Ha ha, I don’t have a price,” Zhang Longhu laughed.
“Those like us who never cause harm to others don’t have to worry about bounties.”
“So that’s how it is!” Song Yun feigned regret with a nod.
“What, you rascal, do you mean to say that you’d have tried to collect on it if I did have a price?” Zhang Longhu glared at Song Yun.
“Just joking.
Heh heh,” Song Yun laughed, scratching his head.
“Beep beep…”
A whistle sounded and Zhang Longhu, smiling, stood up, “Alright, lunchtime!
Let’s go.”
Song Yun followed behind Zhang Longhu and asked, “Where do we eat lunch?”
“In the cafeteria, of course.
I’m telling you, when we line up for food, keep it low-key, better to keep your head down and not look at others,” Zhang Longhu cautioned.
“Why?”
“No reason.
But if you don’t want your meal snatched, just do as I say,” Zhang Longhu laughed.
Song Yun nodded earnestly.
This prison was indeed much darker than the outside world.
A large group of prisoners quickly gathered.
Song Yun glanced casually to the side and saw Brother Centipede about ten meters away, who was watching him with a wicked grin.
Sighing with resignation, Song Yun had intended to keep a low profile, but if these pests kept up their antics, he might have to make a bold statement after all.
The prison cafeteria wasn’t much different from Sunnan University’s cafeteria, but the food quality was far worse.
Each person had an iron tray with a spoonful of rice, a few vegetarian dishes, one meat dish, all lacking color, aroma, and flavor.
The meat dish was especially pitiful, just a small, unappetizing piece that would turn anyone off from eating.
“Hey, the food today is really not bad!” Zhang Longhu whispered to Song Yun.
“Before, there was only one vegetarian dish.
You’re lucky, you get an extra dish on your first day.”
“Heh,” Song Yun chuckled, following Zhang Longhu to one side, to a secluded corner of the cafeteria.
It wasn’t as crowded as the center; the surroundings were empty because it was where the prison guards sat.
Their meals were served in big portions, so different from the inmates’.
Song Yun even spotted Mo Yuyao there, the gentle young woman playing with her food, deep in thought.
Mo Yuyao’s appetite was uncharacteristically poor today, her mind often flashing back to that slightly dark backside, then that mortifying fart, and the warm sensation spraying on her face.
Mo Yuyao had never felt so conflicted and awkward.
Back in medical school, her teachers had told her that a doctor should only see patients in their eyes.
Mo Yuyao believed she had adhered to this principle, so she never felt odd looking at male patients.
But today, for the first time, she felt exceptionally uneasy about certain aspects of a patient.
“That jerk!!” Mo Yuyao stabbed her food fiercely with her chopsticks as if stabbing at Song Yun himself.