Chapter 817

Everyone looked at Fang Yang, their expressions a bit strange; it seemed they hadn't expected Fang Yang to be such a fair and clean young man.

"Hey, reveal it, what crime did you commit to get in here? For example, this one, taking a poor, poor ten-year-old girl and... sigh."

As he spoke, the first prisoner to speak patted the prisoner beside him; the patted prisoner shivered directly, clearly, this prisoner wasn't having an easy time.

"Sigh, how would I know? I ate a few meals with a few pretty girls, and then I was caught by the police who said I was in collusion with underworld forces, and then..."

Fang Yang scratched his head awkwardly; in other words, his explanation wasn't wrong, he just omitted a lot.

"This... if the facts are as you say, then you are truly wronged to death."

It was still that short prisoner, his expression a bit helpless; it seemed he hadn't expected Fang Yang's reason for getting in to be so outrageous, almost on par with a fragile college student entering a hospital.

Fang Yang took in all their expressions; there were those who were gloating, those who were surprised, those who were speechless, and that one standing to the side constantly shivering—it seemed he had truly suffered a lot of torture.

Fang Yang didn't see any thoughtful looks on the faces of these few prisoners and sighed inwardly.

It seemed there were no prisoners related to underworld forces among these few.

Although a bit disappointed, Fang Yang didn't care much; after all, there were so many people here, it was impossible for everything to go according to his thoughts.

Anyway, he still had a long time here, so he might as well wait patiently.

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about sad things; I'm a bit curious about your number, how..."

Looking at the short one's hesitant attitude, Fang Yang really hadn't noticed his number; was there a problem?

Looking down and seeing the number, Fang Yang was directly dumbfounded: 7474?

This, wasn't this cursing himself? Should he ask them to change the number?

Otherwise, with his identity, if he were discovered, he would definitely be finished!

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"Hey, I don't deserve to have you curse me like this, I still want to get out."

Fang Yang looked at the short one speechlessly; this guy really didn't know how to talk.

"Ahahaha, sorry, sorry, it was my poor choice of words."

The short one scratched his head awkwardly, feeling very embarrassed.

Feeling the... enthusiasm of his roommates?

In short, Fang Yang's first impression was that they seemed quite easy to get along with.

Could it be... that Bureau Chief Chen had made some arrangements? Given him some preferential treatment?

Fang Yang guessed secretly; otherwise, this kind of place was full of ruthless people. If they were very kind, wouldn't he end up being bullied?

Fang Yang couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it; he still had his own things to do.

"Sister Hui, we received news that Fang Yang has already entered the prison, and it's under the name of white powder smuggling; it seems..."

Chu Youyou's voice rang out, and she clicked her tongue while looking at the few photos in her hand.

"I thought he would be released; after all, he was also a victim, but I underestimated their... hatred for us?"

"Heh, since ancient times, righteousness and evil have been incompatible; it's not incomprehensible that they are a bit extreme. After all, no matter how Fang Yang explains it, he inevitably came into contact with us, and also... ate that thing."

Li Hui smiled indifferently, seemingly not surprised by Fang Yang's fate.

"Sigh, alright, alright, now he can only consider himself unlucky."

Chu Youyou raised her eyebrows; she could only laugh at Fang Yang's situation.

"Sigh, he actually cooked quite well; it's a pity to just be discarded like this."

"Oh? Want to eat something? That's simple; I'll make it for you."

Li Hui clenched her fist; want to eat? I'll satisfy you.

"Ah no, no, no! Forget it, forget it."

Seeing Chu Youyou's refusal-filled face, Li Hui curled her lips in dissatisfaction.

On the other side, Jiu Yang was on the run.

"Damn it, it must be that kid who sold me out; you still want me to accompany you to jail? Keep dreaming."

Standing at the edge of the window, Jiu Yang observed the surroundings vigilantly, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming no one else was chasing him.

"Hehe, but, he was really generous; this money is enough for me to live freely for a while."

Jiu Yang looked at the balance on his phone and laughed secretly; people live for a lifetime, isn't it just for money? Why go against money?

"What are you... doing?"

In the darkness, Fang Yang was a bit curious about the abnormality of the few people.

What are they doing not sleeping in the middle of the night? Could it be they are lining up to go to the toilet together? What kind of hobby is that?

"... Move!"

Although it was in the darkness, Fang Yang clearly identified the owner of the voice; it was the short one who had been chatting happily with him during the day.

Although it was in the darkness, Fang Yang didn't fear them at all; they were just a few prisoners. He still knew some martial arts, and although he wasn't very powerful, he was more than enough to deal with small fries.

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, it hurts me to death."

Not long after, all the guys who wanted to plot against Fang Yang fell to the ground, wailing constantly.

Following the sound of the shouting, Fang Yang found the short one who had just given the order and threw a straight punch directly at his face.

"Don't, don't, don't hit me, don't hit me, I'll say it, I'll say everything!"

Hearing the constant pleas for mercy, Fang Yang only felt it was funny.

"You want to say it, but I don't want to ask."

"Ah?"

The short one was surprised at what he heard; he, he didn't want to know who wanted to beat him up?

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This, this, this, how was he supposed to answer that?

"Uh, that, do you really... not want to know?"

"Don't want to."

"No! You do!"

The short one was a bit anxious; he didn't want to be beaten up again!

"No, I don't want to."

"No, you really... ouch!"

Before the short one could speak, Fang Yang threw another punch, causing the short one to howl in pain.

At this moment, Fang Yang was a bit nervous; he wasn't sure if there was a problem with what he said, or if the other party just wanted to find trouble with him.

In short, if he hadn't been vigilant, he probably wouldn't have been able to avoid a beating.

Because it was night and there was almost no light, he couldn't see anything from the other party's face.

It was better to confront them in a well-lit situation; otherwise, just judging the truth of the words by the sound, his ability was ultimately limited.

Hmm?

Fang Yang felt the short one in his hand go silent and decisively threw him away.

"You guys... didn't see anything, right?"

Hearing Fang Yang's kind voice, everyone had their own reactions: some went straight to bed and started snoring, some sleepwalked, some fell off their beds—everything was there.

"Heh, quite observant."

Dawn came, and Bureau Chief Chen, who had woken up early, looked at the box in front of him with a heavy face.

He sighed from time to time.

"How am I supposed to send these things in?"

Bureau Chief Chen opened the box and looked at the things inside.

"Oh my, so annoying! Forget it, treat a dead horse as a living one."

Bureau Chief Chen slapped the table and walked out with the box.

"Bureau Chief."

"Ready? Then let's go."

"Yes!"

The car started slowly, carrying everyone toward the front.

"Little Li."

"Here!"

"You are a newcomer; although your ability is outstanding, your personality means you cannot be a chess player."