Stanley Prison
Inside the prison warden's office.
The prison warden was leisurely sipping tea, enjoying the wonderful life that awaited him after his imminent promotion.
Suddenly, the office door was violently thrown open.
The prison warden lifted his teacup and took a delicate sip before reprimanding the reckless subordinate who had rushed in.
"Why are you always so frantic? Have you forgotten to stay calm and composed as a prison guard?"
"When faced with major matters, remain unflustered."
"When faced with minor matters, remain calm and at ease."
"That's what I've always taught you. Have you forgotten all of it?"
"Young people these days... honestly... sigh."
Seeing that the prison warden was still sighing so calmly, the subordinate felt as though his throat were tightly blocked. After organizing his thoughts, he immediately reported:
"Something's happened, Warden."
"A large-scale riot broke out in Cell Block 9. Several people have suffered serious injuries, and dozens have suffered minor injuries."
Pfft!
The tea in the warden's mouth sprayed more than a meter, splashing tea foam all over the subordinate.
The warden abruptly stood up from his office chair, his expression twisting almost beyond recognition as he roared, "What did you say?!"
The subordinate trembled in fear, but could only brace himself and report the truth.
With such a major incident occurring in Cell Block 9, there was no way to cover it up.
Yet after hearing the detailed account, the warden seriously suspected that his subordinate was telling him a children's picture-book story.
One man beat up dozens?
Several seriously injured and dozens lightly injured?
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Even a storyteller couldn't make things this absurd!
Do you really think this is a movie?
He's making some grand comeback or something?!
This was way too fucking ridiculous!
The riot at Stanley Prison had caused a huge commotion.
The warden had flown into a rage several times because of it.
There was no helping it. The final report stated that ten people had suffered serious injuries, while more than thirty had suffered minor injuries.
More than half of them had been beaten by Song Ren alone.
As for Song Ren himself, he could not even be considered lightly injured. At most, his injuries were minor.
No matter how one looked at it, it was simply unbelievable.
The incident had had an extremely adverse impact.
Even though Song Ren had still been the passive party in the incident, the warden was nevertheless furious with him.
The serious and minor injury incidents over the past few periods had all been related to Song Ren. The key point was that the warden could not find any obvious fault with him.
That was because other people had always been the ones to make the first move.
It was simply absurd!
And most importantly, this man was an informant arranged through connections by the Western District Serious Crime Unit. The warden could not truly punish him severely.
All he could do was angrily make a call directly to Chan Kwok Chung of the Western District Serious Crime Unit.
The instant the call connected, the warden cursed, "Chan Kwok Chung, what the fuck are you doing?!"
"What the hell did you shove into our prison?!"
"Fuck!"
"..." Chan Kwok Chung's usually stern face was now filled with bewilderment.
What did he mean by that?
Why was he suddenly so furious with me?
I haven't done anything lately—
Wait...
As if he had thought of something, Chan Kwok Chung furrowed his brows. "Did something happen with A Ren?"
The warden angrily recounted Song Ren's "glorious achievements" at Stanley Prison.
In the end, he added, "I don't care what his identity is. Even if he's a police informant, he can't cause trouble inside Stanley!"
"Otherwise, don't blame me for disregarding your old superior's face."
"Chan Kwok Chung, there will absolutely not be a next time."
Inside the Western District Police Station's Serious Crime Unit office, everything was extremely quiet.
Chan Kwok Chung was still dazed when the other party hung up.
The warden's words continued to circle in his mind.
The next moment, he put on his suit jacket and briskly prepared to leave.
Seeing this, Luk Koon Wah asked in surprise, "Brother Chung, is there an operation?"
Kwok Tsz Sum and Lee Wai Lok, both of Chan Kwok Chung's capable subordinates, also raised their heads.
Chan Kwok Chung glanced at the three of them. He had not wanted to say much, but after thinking it over, he said:
"Forget it. Come along."
"It's about A Ren."
Kwok Tsz Sum and Lee Wai Lok exchanged a glance. The last time, Brother Wah had mentioned some arrangements concerning an undercover operation. It seemed something unexpected had happened.
And this time, it was about him again.
Upon hearing the name, Luk Koon Wah instinctively frowned. "What trouble has that kid caused this time?"
Chan Kwok Chung paused in the middle of putting on his jacket. He turned back and said, "In Cell Block 9 at Stanley, he injured dozens of inmates in one go."
"Several of them suffered serious injuries, including A Ji, the killer from Zhong Yi Xin."
Luk Koon Wah opened his mouth, instinctively about to retort.
You've got to be fucking kidding me!
But the person standing before him was Brother Chung, the man they trusted most. He swallowed the words.
The youngest of them, Lee Wai Lok, raised his brows and muttered, "Damn, what a load of crap."
Chan Kwok Chung paused briefly before saying, "—It's true."
Lee Wai Lok was instantly speechless. He simply could not imagine how something like that could possibly be done.
In Stanley's cell block, inside the private infirmary.
The four of them soon met Song Ren.
He was wearing a fresh prison uniform that covered some of the bruises on his body.
Yet from the exposed parts of his body, he looked practically unharmed.
The moment Luk Koon Wah entered, he could not help complaining, "Damn, you really know how to cause trouble."
After Lee Wai Lok and Kwok Tsz Sum entered, they were equally astonished. "What Brother Chung said was actually true. You really don't look injured at all. With skills like yours, are you the reincarnation of Lord Guan?"
"Passing Five Passes and Slaying Six Generals. Assigning you as an informant really did you a disservice."
Luk Koon Wah chewed his gum. "This isn't the time to marvel at that. The problem is that you beat A Ji into that state. How are we supposed to proceed with the operation?"
Chan Kwok Chung had remained silent all the way there. Now he raised his head and looked at the equally quiet Song Ren. "A Ren."
"Since you chose to make a move, you should have some ideas. What do you plan to do next?"
Song Ren leaned against the wall. "I already have a vague plan in mind, but I'll have to wait until I'm out first."
"When everything is arranged on my end, I'll contact you again."
Hearing this, Lee Wai Lok was somewhat dissatisfied. "What do you mean? You expect all of us to listen to you?"
He looked around the room pointedly. "Why can't you tell us your ideas now? We're all on the same side here. What's there to hide?"
Song Ren did not answer him. He had already said it was a vague plan, which naturally meant he had not thought it through yet.
But Lee Wai Lok grew even more annoyed. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"
Song Ren raised his head. "There's nothing to say. If you don't trust me, then what else can I say?"
Kwok Tsz Sum also frowned. "Kid, what kind of thing is that to say?"
However, before the two of them could speak again, Chan Kwok Chung suddenly interrupted, "Enough."
He patted the somewhat heated Lee Wai Lok and Kwok Tsz Sum, signaling for them to calm down.
Only then did he say solemnly, "A Ren, I trust every one of our colleagues, so I trust you too."
"However, I still have to remind you of one thing."
"Don't take the wrong path."