Death Row Inmate in the Container (Seeking Follow-ups)

Under the cover of night.

A truck carrying shipping containers departed from a side gate of Stanley Prison.

The driver, skillfully navigating a detour, quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Inside the container, a single incandescent bulb hung from the ceiling, swaying with the slight bumps of the road.

Four men sat within, each dressed in a brand-new prison uniform.

Song Ren stood in a corner, leaning against the container wall, remaining silent.

Not far from him stood a powerfully built man.

His physique was imposing and robust, his prison uniform clinging to his body like a second skin, outlining his firm, muscular build, a striking sight.

The other two were a tall man and a short man. The tall one had a stern face, a vivid red centipede tattooed on his profile. With his arms crossed, he leaned against the container wall, eyes closed, resting.

The short man was bald, without even eyebrows. His dark pupils darted left and right, and he finally let out a scoff:

"Looks like it's just the four of us this time."

"What, want to say hello?"

"Who knows, we might run into each other in the ring later."

The speeding truck, carrying the container, received no reply.

The bald man wasn't offended. Instead, he chuckled and introduced himself: "My name is Xu Shao, an inmate on death row in Section 6 of Stanley Prison. How about we be friends? I really like making friends."

The inside of the container remained silent.

But the tall man, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them:

"The serial dismemberment case in Mong Kok three years ago?"

"You're still alive?"

The bald Xu Shao curled his lips: "Tsk, to think such a small matter could still get me recognized. It's truly my honor."

The burly man's gaze turned cold: "Scum."

The bald Xu Shao immediately stopped smiling, rubbed his smooth, round head, and cast a sinister glance at the burly man:

"Hey, let's not pretend to be better than each other, the four of us."

"We're all death row inmates, so why are you acting like a moral saint here?"

"State your names, let's get acquainted?"

The burly man shrugged his broad shoulders: "Lu Zhengyang, from Section 4. And don't lump me in with you guys. I'm human, I don't compare myself to animals."

Xu Shao repeated the name, his expression suddenly changing:

"Damn! The massacre on Lantau Island four years ago!"

"Damn it, what right do you have to call me scum!"

"You didn't even spare a one-year-old child. When it comes to inhumanity, I'd have to concede to you."

A flicker of pain crossed Lu Zhengyang's face. His brow furrowed, and he roared, "You're talking nonsense!"

"I didn't see that hidden infant!"

"Every wrong has its cause, every debt its debtor. It was a vendetta, and no matter how bad I am, I wouldn't harm a child!"

Xu Shao, as if mocking him, recounted: "Heh, after killing everyone, you set the place on fire to destroy the evidence, but ended up burning the one-year-old child to death inside."

"They say when the police found the scene, it was horrific."

"Charred on the outside, tender on the inside, perfectly cooked."

He licked his lips at the end, muttering as an afterthought: "What a shame, a perfectly cooked baby, it must have tasted delicious."

A fierce look flashed across Lu Zhengyang's face. He slammed a fist against the side of the container, producing a loud clang: "Shut up!!!"

The atmosphere felt like it could erupt at any moment.

The bald Xu Shao was unfazed by the burly Lu Zhengyang, instead showing a clear provocation.

The tall man suddenly spoke again, his tone indifferent: "Everyone be quiet. We're all coming from the same place."

"Besides, after this, as long as we don't die in the ring, we'll definitely meet upstairs. Why argue here."

"If you don't like someone, just kill them in the ring, isn't that enough?"

As he said this, he suddenly looked back at Song Ren in the corner.

"Hey, what about you, what's your name?"

Lu Zhengyang and Xu Shao fell silent for a moment, then both turned their gazes towards Song Ren in the corner.

Song Ren raised an eyebrow slightly but didn't answer.

He had taken the spot of a death row inmate from Section 9, participating in this underground boxing match at the Fook Shing Building.

For this reason, he didn't want to introduce himself.

There was also the fact that these death row inmates all touched upon points that Song Ren detested.

The tall man sneered, the centipede tattoo on his face looking particularly ferocious. "Hoh, interesting. You've got some temper, brother."

Song Ren glanced at him, finally speaking this time, his tone calm. "Let's not call each other brothers. Don't flatter me; I don't deserve such a title from you people."

The tall man's hard brow twitched upwards.

Before he could speak, however, the bald Xu Shao interrupted him. "Hey, skinny monkey, you've said a lot, but you haven't even introduced yourself yet."

The tall man turned to look at him.

With just one glance, bald Xu Shao's brow immediately furrowed.

Damn, what's with this guy's eyes?

It's like he's looking at a dead man.

The tall man calmly replied, "Du Youbang of Fu Yi."

Bald Xu Shao froze for a moment. He's from a triad...

The burly Lu Zhengyang, however, looked up in surprise.

"Master Bang of Fu Yi?"

"Even you became a death row inmate?"

Master Bang of Fu Yi?

Xu Shao muttered the name twice before finally realizing. This name had been terrifyingly famous before he was incarcerated.

Although Fu Yi was considered a twilight triad, it had only declined in the last two years.

The main reason for Fu Yi's decline was that their leader, or the one who called the shots, Master Bang, was sentenced to death and imprisoned in Stanley Prison.

Du Youbang of Fu Yi, nicknamed Master Bang.

More than two years ago, he was the spokesman for Fu Yi and also the previous generation's Double Flower Red Cane. His iron fists had earned him a fearsome reputation on the streets.

Everyone thought that after he reached the top, Fu Yi would be able to return to its peak under his leadership.

However, there was an inside traitor within Fu Yi. Du Youbang, the spokesman, was directly imprisoned, implicated in twelve counts of intentional homicide and dozens of intentional assaults.

The charges of kidnapping and extortion were also not few. He was easily sentenced to death.

Coupled with the fact that rival triads kicked them while they were down at the time, Du Youbang's guilt was sealed, leaving him no chance of escape.

From then on, Fu Yi began its decline.

It could be said that a few years ago, Du Youbang of Fu Yi, in terms of both reputation and influence, was on par with Wong Po of Western District, even surpassing him in some aspects.

However, with one misstep, he lost everything.

Du Youbang was nearing forty, but his lean, tall frame was packed with muscle.

Beneath his prison uniform, his chest and back were covered in tattoos of various demons and monsters. Combined with the scarlet centipede tattoo on his face, the man exuded an aura of cold, unapproachable hardness from the very core of his being.

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