The Warden's Conditions

Song Ren raised an eyebrow at Chan Kwok Chung's steady words.

No wonder the undercover agent A Ren in the movie, despite being terrified of Wong Po, agreed to the undercover mission under Chan Kwok Chung's few words.

From Chan Kwok Chung, this serious crime unit officer, one could clearly feel a stable and capable aura.

As a police officer, he had always been unwavering in his stance.

This was one aspect of it.

But the most important point was having his three subordinates as a foil.

This highlighted how trustworthy Chan Kwok Chung was.

Truly, it was always one playing the good cop and the other playing the bad cop.

These people were too skilled.

Song Ren lowered his head, appearing as if he had been profoundly enlightened.

A faint smile involuntarily appeared on Chan Kwok Chung's face, which he quickly suppressed.

Thinking of a matter the warden had suddenly brought up after he arrived, he pondered for a moment and then spoke:

"A Ren, this matter is very troublesome. You went too far."

"The warden at Stanley wants an explanation from me."

Song Ren looked up. "As long as my sentence isn't extended, I can accept any other conditions."

Chan Kwok Chung: "Alright, then let him come talk to you. When I saw him just now, he said he wanted to have a private deal with you."

Song Ren glanced at him.

Chan Kwok Chung nodded at him seriously. "No one else will know about your business."

"If his demands go against your wishes, or violate morality or the law, you can refuse them unconditionally. I'll ensure you come to no harm."

After all, Chan Kwok Chung had been a police officer for many years, had achieved many commendations, and had his own network of contacts.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so unceremonious with his conservative superior at Western District Police Station.

Although Stanley Prison was a bit more troublesome, it wasn't insurmountable.

However, Song Ren didn't have much confidence in Chan Kwok Chung's promise.

After all, 'A Ren' had died just like that.

Still, he was quite curious about what the warden wanted that he had to seek him out.

Chan Kwok Chung gave a few more instructions before leaving with his three subordinates.

Upon exiting, he nodded to the warden waiting at the door. "He agreed, but I hope this is a one-time thing."

"A Ren is a police officer, not a real inmate. We can't view him as we would an inmate."

The warden's mood had already eased considerably. At this moment, he adjusted the brim of his hat. "If you don't say, and I don't say, who will know?"

Chan Kwok Chung's expression darkened. "You—"

The warden interrupted him unceremoniously on the spot. "Enough, Chan Kwok Chung!"

He pointed at the door of the medical room. "In what way does the guy inside resemble a police officer?"

"He's been here for about a month, and he's already injured dozens of inmates."

"You're telling me he's a police officer?"

Chan Kwok Chung's face grew even darker.

There was no helping it; Song Ren had been too much of a troublemaker after entering Stanley Prison.

He was ruthless and brutal in his attacks. It felt like if he stayed any longer, someone would end up dead sooner or later.

The warden softened his tone a bit. "This incident has basically ruined my chances of promotion."

"What's wrong with me using him to earn some pocket money?"

"With his exceptional fighting skills, he'll definitely be fine."

"This is a price he has to pay, otherwise I won't let him be released safely and on time."

Chan Kwok Chung had a dark expression.

His three subordinates wanted to get angry but were suppressed by him.

The warden patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, it's just a round of underground boxing."

"This is not a problem at all. This place has a non-disclosure agreement with that side."

"The higher-ups of that place are British, so nothing will go wrong."

Chan Kwok Chung frowned deeply.

As the warden said, it was just a round of boxing.

This was the long-standing cooperation method between Stanley Prison and the owner behind Fook Shing Building.

Fook Shing Building, located in the bustling Kowloon district, had an underground boxing ring set up within it.

The lower and middle levels featured minor skirmishes, while the top tier catered to distinguished guests from the political and business worlds, backed by a high-ranking Englishman who lent them considerable prestige.

The boxing ring attracted members from various gangs, martial arts schools, and street thugs…

Anyone from any walk of life, as long as they could fight, could step onto the stage after signing a special agreement.

And the boxing ring located at the very top was a true money pit.

Because it hosted the elite from all circles, the challengers there were also top-tier fighters, notorious wanted criminals, or even death row inmates from Stanley Prison.

At the same time, the top level was the most brutal and violent of the boxing rings, with a high mortality rate.

Stanley Prison, as per their agreement, could send special types of death row inmates to Fook Shing Building to act as challengers.

If they died, they died, but if they won, the rewards were quite substantial.

It was even possible to attract the attention of some wealthy patrons watching from the top tier, who might help them escape the clutches of the death sentence.

The warden only thought of this after calming down.

After all, Song Ren's identity was too special; he didn't fall into the category of the death penalty at all.

He couldn't force the man to participate, but he could use this incident to cooperate.

He could recover some of the losses in his authority through other means.

The person there could take on dozens of others; that kind of record was truly incredible.

The warden couldn't imagine how he could lose if he placed a bet.

Just thinking about it made his future look bright with profit.

Pushing the door open, the warden walked in.

Song Ren sized up the slightly overweight middle-aged man in his forties standing before him.

It was Hui Ching Hung, the warden of Stanley Prison.

As soon as the warden entered, he laid his cards on the table.

One round in the underground boxing ring in exchange for his full support in quelling this large-scale group incident.

He could even arrange for Song Ren to be released from prison ahead of time.

This wasn't mandatory; it was a win-win cooperation, with a small portion of the final profits going to him.

However, Song Ren could also sense a hint of threat in the warden's words.

The trouble he had caused this time was indeed quite significant.

As for the underground boxing ring…

Song Ren considered it for a moment and finally agreed.

At this stage, in terms of combat skills, whether unarmed or with weapons, he truly feared no one.

Especially the items he kept in his storage space for emergencies, which would be much more convenient to use outside.

Moreover, he was truly tired of being in prison and had endured the food and lodging for a long time.

While he didn't have the temperament of someone who had been pampered, Song Ren rarely experienced such terrible living conditions in his usual life.

This was also one of the reasons why his temper had become more volatile with each passing day since entering Stanley Prison.

Being able to patiently endure for this past month was already quite remarkable.

Now that he could find another way to get out early, why wouldn't he?

Fook Shing Building, the underground boxing ring.

Song Ren felt a sense of excitement in his heart.

Because on that stage, he could truly let loose, and even if he killed someone on the ring, he wouldn't bear any responsibility.

It was practically made for martial artists.