536: Chapter 525 536: Chapter 525 “That was fast!” Song Yun watched as the three judges hurriedly left, feeling a bit stunned.
This was the quickest trial he had ever seen, and it was immediately carried out too.
Song Yun remembered there wasn’t a law or regulation that called for immediate execution.
At the very least, there should’ve been some sort of appeal, but they just sentenced him to life imprisonment right away.
It seemed that the people behind the scenes really couldn’t wait to get him locked up.
After the verdict was delivered, the inspection team immediately took Song Yun away from the assembly hall and through a maze of corridors in the prison, arriving at a small room.
Once inside the small room, the inspection team unlocked Song Yun’s handcuffs, only to retrieve a pair of dark, heavy handcuffs from a cabinet.
With a snap, Song Yun’s hands were free for just a moment before being cuffed again.
But that wasn’t all—the inspection team brought out leg irons and, with another snap, secured Song Yun’s feet as well.
“I hope you will reform yourself properly!” After saying this, the leading man left with the other two.
As they departed, several men dressed as prison guards entered the room.
Each of these guards was muscular, with broad, square faces exuding palpable menace.
Only those with a stern disposition could manage a bunch of brutally violent inmates.
“Let’s go.” One of the guards pushed Song Yun into another room.
“Take off your clothes,” the guard ordered.
Song Yun looked at the guard with contempt.
“Don’t you see I’m handcuffed?”
“Oh, right!” The guard had a sudden realization, then scolded, “Just strip when I tell you to strip, what’s with all the backtalk, looking for a beating?
Let’s see, these kind of handcuffs, tsk tsk, looks like you’ve really done something serious!” Saying this, the guard left the room and soon came back with a large ring of keys, found the right one, and unlocked the handcuffs and leg irons from Song Yun’s body.
Meanwhile, another guard stood ready with a submachine gun pointed at Song Yun, prepared to prevent any sudden violent outbursts.
Song Yun had no interest in brutalizing the average person, so he stripped off his clothes and changed into the prison uniform.
The blue fabric of the uniform seemed to add an aura of bleakness to his appearance.
“Alright, get a haircut.” Observing Song Yun’s compliant demeanor, the guard tossed the handcuffs and leg irons aside and gestured for him to enter a nearby room where a barber would shave his head.
The barber, broadly built with a hardened expression, looked less like a hairdresser and more like a butcher.
With a few swift strokes, the barber shaved Song Yun’s hair clean off, and afterward, under the escort of the prison guards, Song Yun headed deeper into the confines of the prison.
“Boss, why don’t we just take out Song Yun?” Leopard asked, puzzled.
“We’re just doing the bidding of those above us.
If we were to kill Song Yun, that would draw unwelcome attention our way.
Should Mr.
Song’s wrath come down on us, we would bear the brunt of it.
There’s no need to become someone else’s shield,” the man explained.
“There’s a fierce competition going on above us right now, and we should avoid getting too involved.
Otherwise, death is inevitable.”
“Understood!” Leopard bowed to acknowledge the lesson.
“From today on, you will stay in this cell, and your code name will be the number on the card in front of your chest.
Every morning, you must get up on time and go out, followed by scheduled learning and free time.
In this prison, there’s one rule: you must listen to what we say, like it or not.
Maybe you were some big shot or high-level boss on the outside, but in here, I’m the one who calls the shots, get it?” said a man who looked even more ferocious than any prison guard Song Yun had seen before, poking his chest with a baton and speaking with a threatening air.
“I get it,” Song Yun replied, nodding indifferently.
“That’s good, now get to reforming!” The man left after speaking.
A guard pushed Song Yun into the cell, then pulled the iron door shut and left.
As for the handcuffs and leg irons Song Yun had worn earlier, the guards removed them themselves—they had no doubt that in this prison, no one would dare defy them.
“New guy, hello there!” A sleazy voice came from the side, and Song Yun turned to see a bald, scrawny man smiling at him.
“Hello,” Song Yun nodded back with a smile.
“Starting today, you’re my cellmate.
My name is Zhang Longhu, what’s yours?” the scrawny man inquired.
“Zhang Longhu?” Song Yun eyed the man, frailer than himself, and replied, “I’m Song Yun.”
“Song Yun?
Nice name.
So, what are you in for?” Zhang Longhu asked.
“Abuse of power,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Abuse of power?
Yo, you were an official then?” Zhang Longhu looked at Song Yun curiously.
“Not exactly,” Song Yun shook his head.
“How long were you sentenced for?”
“Life.”
“Damn, that’s harsh!” Zhang Longhu exclaimed in surprise.
“For abuse of power, a life sentence, how’s that even possible?
Did you sell secrets to a foreign country?
Or did you commit violent crimes, leaving nothing evil undone?”
“…I’d have been shot for those,” Song Yun said, thoroughly bemused.
“If you were one of those big shots, they could’ve reduced your sentence by one degree, which would just about land you a life sentence, right?”
“Ha, what did you do?” Song Yun, not wanting to dwell on this topic, shifted the conversation.
“Me?
Heh, I’m just taking the fall for my boss,” Zhang Longhu said a bit sheepishly.
“Taking the fall?
Why would you take it for someone else?” Song Yun asked, puzzled.
“Our boss crippled someone, and for two hundred thousand, I agreed to do the time for him.”
“How long did they give you?”
“Five years.
Five years for two hundred thousand, worth it!
Out there, I couldn’t save a dime in a year.
Now inside, everything’s provided: food, housing, even free utilities, and I still get paid.
How great is that?” Zhang Longhu boasted, walking to his bed.
“This is my bunk, and that one’s yours.
It’s strange, normally a bunch of new guys come in together, but today it’s just you.
You’re in for some fun tomorrow!”
“What do you mean?”
“New guys, naturally they have to pay their respects to the seniors, right?
Usually, a group of newbies gets divvied up by a bunch of old-timers, each paying their dues, so it’s manageable.
Now it’s just you and a whole bunch of old-timers, who will you pay respects to?
Here’s a tip for you: get your relatives on the outside to send you some cigarettes or whatever soon, and maybe you won’t get beaten up tomorrow.” Zhang Longhu lay on his bed.
“Back when I first arrived, I was taught a hard lesson myself and came to understand the rules of survival in prison.”
“What survival rules?”