My Name Is A Ren, the Ren of Benevolence

Hearing that Hua Gu and her group were preparing to make a move against Yau Kong Ngau.

The prisoners lining up behind them stopped making a fuss and instead began laughing and joking around.

After all, Stanley Prison had its own hierarchy of contempt.

Aside from criminals convicted of certain special cases.

Former police personnel who landed in prison for committing crimes were the least welcome among the inmates.

Especially people like Yau Kong Ngau, once a rising star in the police force.

Back when he was outside, he had been glorious and successful, catching countless criminals and climbing his way up over the heads of innumerable prisoners.

He had offended far too many inmates. Now that he had been locked up in Stanley Prison, the kind of retaliation he would face was easy to imagine.

The once-glorious Major Crime Unit led by Yau Kong Ngau was now in a miserable, even tragic state.

But the prisoners in Stanley were long accustomed to such things and had no sympathy for him at all.

Hua Gu instructed Flower Arm Man, "A Lang, guard the entrance. If anyone comes, remember to give a shout."

Then she called the others over and pushed open the door to the prison's communal bathhouse.

Flower Arm Man stood watch to one side. With nothing better to do, he chatted with the other inmates waiting to enjoy the show.

Flower Arm Man spoke casually, but when he turned and saw Song Ren standing quietly off to the side, he raised his brows and lifted his chin at him teasingly. "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk."

Song Ren turned to glance at him but ignored him.

Flower Arm Man walked over and slapped Song Ren's shoulder with the back of his hand. "Hey, can't you hear me talking to you? Standing here playing zombie?"

Song Ren brushed his hand away and frowned. "What do you want?"

Flower Arm Man looked him up and down. "Not bad-looking. What's your name?"

Song Ren glanced around. The prison guards outside the cell block were some distance away, and their view was obstructed. They probably could not see what was happening here.

As he thought, he answered casually, "A Ren."

Flower Arm Man teased, "A Ren? What ren is that? The ren from good person?"

The surrounding inmates clearly caught the mockery in his words, and a few of them chuckled.

"..."

Song Ren said nothing, merely looking around at the other prisoners.

Every last one of them wore expressions of anticipation as they formed a circle around the scene.

Seeing that Song Ren was ignoring him, Flower Arm Man immediately smacked his shoulder several times with the back of his hand and snarled, "I'm fucking talking to you! What ren is it? Are you deaf?!"

Song Ren looked deeply into his eyes and said calmly, "The ren of benevolence."

Flower Arm Man could not help grinning. "The ren of benevolence?"

Song Ren answered with a faint laugh. "Yes, because I'm a benevolent person."

Hearing Song Ren admit it himself, Flower Arm Man could no longer hold back and burst out laughing. "Hey, hey, hey, you're actually saying it so seriously!"

"Do you know where this is? This is Stanley Prison!"

"You say you're a benevolent person in prison? Hahaha, are you trying to make me laugh?"

The other inmates were swept up by the atmosphere and began laughing and teasing him as well.

"A Lang, this new guy is so benevolent. You can't bully him."

"You know, this guy's got fair skin and tender flesh. He really does look benevolent."

"A Ren, you—"

Boom!!!

The laughter abruptly died.

Flower Arm Man, who had been standing with his hands on his hips and laughing loudly, stopped laughing. A foot had slammed into his stomach. His back arched high as his body nearly folded in half from the kick, and even his toes lifted off the ground.

His flying body crashed violently into the iron door of the communal bathhouse, then flew several more meters before rolling to a stop on the floor.

Beneath his feet was a mouthful of blood that Flower Arm Man had vomited in midair.

The situation changed in an instant, and deathly silence fell over the scene.

The surrounding inmates seemed to have had their throats seized. They craned their necks, staring blankly at the sight before them.

Gulp!

Someone swallowed involuntarily.

Song Ren turned his head and asked with a smile, "I said I'm a benevolent person. Who else disagrees?"

"..."

The inmates gathered at the entrance fell silent.

Especially when they met Song Ren's ever-smiling gaze, their scalps tingled all the more.

Kicking someone down and kicking someone flying were entirely different things.

Did they not see Flower Arm A Lang lying on the ground without moving?

That kick looked painful...

Blood had been spilled. It was only a matter of time before it drew the prison guards' attention.

Song Ren walked into the empty outer room of the bathhouse, stopped before Flower Arm A Lang, who had just managed to catch his breath, and crouched down to ask,

"My name is A Ren. Tell me, what ren is in my name?"

Blood foam still trickled from Flower Arm A Lang's mouth. Looking at the hostile expression on Song Ren's face, he felt colder and colder all over. He stammered, "Ren... Brother Ren, your ren is... is the ren of benevolence?"

Smack~!

A crisp slap rang out. Song Ren wiped the blood that had gotten on him against the other man's body. "I think you're mocking me. I'll give you one more chance."

Flower Arm A Lang's cheek burned with pain, and even his voice sounded muffled as he shrank back. "Brother Ren, no... didn't you say your ren is the ren of benevolence...?"

Smack!

Song Ren wiped his hand on Flower Arm A Lang again. "Do I look like a benevolent person?"

Flower Arm A Lang answered weakly, "You do?"

Smack!

Song Ren said, "Do I?"

Flower Arm A Lang's face was already badly swollen. His voice was slurred and trembling with tears. "No... you don't."

Smack!

Flower Arm A Lang spat out another mouthful of bloody foam. "Brother Ren... why do I get hit whether I say you do or don't...?"

Song Ren said, "Because you got it right."

Flower Arm A Lang said, "..."

Song Ren ignored him, rose to his feet, and entered the shower room inside the bathhouse.

Six or seven inmates wearing only towels were still gathered at the doorway, watching the show and occasionally cheering.

It was extremely lively inside. Water still poured noisily from the showers, while cheers and shouts of encouragement filled the room.

No wonder there had been such a commotion outside, yet no one inside had noticed.

Song Ren rudely shoved aside the inmates blocking the doorway. "Move."

The inmates he pushed away immediately got angry. "Fuck, what are you shoving for?!"

But Song Ren gave them only his back as he headed straight inside.

Yau Kong Ngau was already injured. Hua Gu and her group were all seasoned gangsters. Though their fighting skills were ordinary, they knew very well how to brawl.

Especially in a group fight like this, they relied on Yau Kong Ngau being outnumbered. Whenever they got an opening, they resorted to dirty tricks.

Song Ren stopped five meters away and smiled at Yau Kong Ngau in the innermost part of the room. "Brother Ngau, looking pretty rough. Can you handle it?"

Yau Kong Ngau saw Song Ren too and froze for a moment.

In three years of prison life, this was the first time anyone had dared to voluntarily interfere in his affairs.

Even Fierce Ghost, who had treated him relatively well, had never directly intervened.

Because his former identity as a police officer was too sensitive. Helping him openly here was practically the same as standing against the vast majority of inmates in the prison.

It could even be said that the more someone helped him, the worse things would become.