On the way out, Chan Kwok Chung and the others left.
As for the prison warden, Chan Kwok Chung said nothing to explain, so the group chose to keep quiet about it.
Kwok Tsz Sum turned his head and changed the subject.
With a hint of confusion, he asked Luk Koon Wah, "Brother Wah, why were you so quiet today? That really isn't like you."
Usually, among the people in the Western District Serious Crime Unit, Luk Koon Wah had the worst temper. He was the type who would explode at the slightest provocation.
But today, he had been far too quiet, which had genuinely taken everyone by surprise.
Hearing that, Luk Koon Wah paused mid-chew.
Then he said, seemingly out of nowhere, "That kid is pretty impressive."
Kwok Tsz Sum looked baffled. "Huh?"
Luk Koon Wah continued, "The last time Brother Chung and I came over, it was that kid's first day after being sent in. He ended up injuring several inmates from the same cell that very day."
"After that, I was worried something might happen to him, so I asked someone to keep an eye out for news about him. I've got a prison guard friend over in Stanley who mentioned him to me several times."
"He was apparently like the Terminator of the prison. It was ridiculously exaggerated."
"When this incident happened, I asked about it again while I was on my way here."
He paused once more before speaking again a moment later. "The result... was even more exaggerated than what Brother Chung said."
"He injured dozens of people with his bare hands in seven minutes."
"Among them, Zhong Yi Xin's killer, A Ji, suffered the most serious injuries. His shoulder blade and shoulder joint were dislocated, several ribs were broken, his jaw was detached, the bones in his right arm were deformed, and his muscles and tendons were torn..."
"When that friend told me about it, I fucking thought I was listening to the plot of a movie."
"To be honest, I was still in shock when we got inside. I barely came to my senses the entire time."
Kwok Tsz Sum: "..."
"Was it really that terrifying..." Lee Wai Lok clicked his tongue and muttered, "But what's the use of being skilled? This is the age of firearms. The days when martial arts mattered have long since passed."
When it came to firearms, Lee Wai Lok could be considered highly proficient.
He was the best shot among the officers at the Western District Police Station.
Western District, Zhong Yi Building, private club on the top floor.
This lavishly decorated club exuded an overwhelming air of wealth both inside and out.
In the hall on the top floor.
The portly Wong Po stood on the stage, gripping a golf club in one hand and holding a cigar between the fingers of his other. He looked completely at ease.
Seven or eight Zhong Yi Xin thugs in suits stood guard in the surrounding corners.
Wong Po's neatly combed-back hair had a faint touch of gray. At first glance, he looked like an aging fat man, but his striking bearing left a deep first impression.
At that moment, a tall, skinny thug wearing a black cap hurried in.
He quickly made his way onto the stage and whispered into Wong Po's ear, "Master Bao, something happened to A Ji."
Wong Po stopped what he was doing.
The warmth on his face faded as his brows drew together slightly.
His dark eyes narrowed, instantly revealing a chilling aura.
Wong Po remained silent for a moment, and the pressure around him seemed to drop.
For a while, everyone else in the hall lowered their heads without realizing it.
Only then did Wong Po finally speak. "Isn't A Ji in Stanley Prison? What happened?"
The tall, skinny thug lowered his head. "There was a mass disturbance inside. A Ji was badly injured by one of the inmates there."
His voice had barely fallen.
Bang!!!
Wong Po suddenly kicked a leather chair away. It crashed into the corner of a table below the stage with a thunderous impact.
Gloom had already covered Wong Po's face. His voice turned vicious. "Who did it?"
A Ji was his top lieutenant, the most trusted aide he had in Zhong Yi Xin. He had entered Stanley Prison the last time he went in to do a job for Wong Po.
Wong Po had always placed great importance on A Ji.
Not only because A Ji was skilled enough, but also because Wong Po never had to worry about him when he handled things.
To a certain extent, A Ji represented Zhong Yi Xin's reputation out there.
Going after A Ji meant going after Zhong Yi Xin.
Wong Po's face darkened, and savage fury that seemed capable of tearing everything apart flickered in his eyes.
The tall thug lowered his head even further.
"The attacker was a newly imprisoned inmate at Stanley Prison. His name is A Ren."
"The people inside said he was so powerful that he was practically a monster."
"A Ji couldn't even last a hundred exchanges against him."
In fact, the original message from the young thug who had delivered the news was that A Ji had not even lasted a single exchange before being beaten into critical condition.
He had said that the man called A Ren was a monster with three heads and six arms.
With a single punch or kick, he had beaten A Ji into complete submission.
However, considering how rumors became more exaggerated the farther they spread, the messenger had wisely toned down the description considerably.
Otherwise, he was afraid he might frighten Master Bao...
And he was also afraid that Master Bao, consumed by rage, might beat him to death on the spot.
Fucking hell, the story had been ridiculous.
They had even brought out the three heads and six arms!
After the tall thug finished speaking, he immediately lowered his head.
Wong Po's face remained grim as he slowly turned his broad shoulders.
He shot the man a vicious glance and said expressionlessly, "Have someone keep an eye on him. Once he gets out, arrange for someone to kill him immediately."
Song Ren returned to Cell Block 9.
It was obvious that the number of inmates in the entire cell block had dropped sharply.
Most of them were still recuperating in the infirmary. A Ji, whose injuries were the most serious, was lying in the intensive care unit, wrapped from head to toe like a mummy and unable to move at all.
The nurses were the ones who suffered. Every time they came to change his dressings, they had to endure A Ji's sinister, murderous stare.
They changed his bandages in constant fear, and several of the young nurses had even been frightened to tears.
When Song Ren returned this time, the inmates throughout the cell block looked at him with even greater fervor.
Siu Jai Ming had sharp eyes. Although the swelling and bruises on his face had yet to fade, he spotted Song Ren from far away and jogged over with an ingratiating smile. "Brother Ren, you're back!"
Only after Song Ren had left the prison guards' sight did he perform a magic trick of sorts, tossing Siu Jai Ming a pack of cigarettes and several large bars of chocolate.
Siu Jai Ming's smile immediately became even more radiant. "Brother Ren, where did you get these? Didn't those prison guards search you?"
"If I'm giving them to you, just take them. Why are you asking so many questions?" Song Ren scolded him with a laugh before continuing.
"I only came back this time to give some instructions. I'll still have to go back into solitary confinement afterward, so I don't have much time."
The solitary confinement was really just a cover.
He was about to assume the identity of a condemned prisoner and represent Stanley Prison in a challenge match at the boxing ring inside Fook Shing Building.
Before that, though, he had returned to the cell block.
He still had to give A Lok a few more instructions, just in case anything unexpected happened while he was away.