Under the cover of night
A truck carrying a shipping container left through a side gate of Stanley Prison.
The driver took a familiar detour, and before long, the truck had completely disappeared into the darkness.
Inside the container, an incandescent bulb hung from the ceiling. As the road jolted slightly, the light swayed back and forth.
There were four people inside, each wearing a brand-new prison uniform.
Song Ren stood in the corner with his back against the container, remaining silent the entire time.
Not far beside him stood a heavily muscled man.
He had a burly, robust build. His prison uniform clung tightly to his body like a bodysuit, outlining his taut, powerful muscles. He was impossible to miss.
The other two were one tall and one short. The tall man had a hard, cold face, with a scarlet centipede tattoo along his profile. He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the side of the container with his eyes closed, resting.
The short one was bald, without even a trace of eyebrows. His dark eyes swept left and right before he let out a mocking laugh.
"Looks like it's just the four of us this time."
"How about we introduce ourselves?"
"We might run into each other in the ring later, after all."
The truck sped down the road with the container in tow, but no one inside answered him.
The bald man did not get angry. Instead, he grinned and introduced himself. "My name's Xu Shao. I'm a death-row inmate from Cell Block 6 of Stanley Prison. How about we be friends? I really like making friends."
The container remained utterly silent.
But the tall man, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
"Was that the serial dismemberment case in the Mong Kok district three years ago?"
"You're still alive?"
Bald Xu Shao curled his lips. "Tsk, tsk. It was just a little thing, yet someone still recognized me. What an honor."
The burly man's gaze turned colder. "Scum."
Xu Shao immediately wiped the smile from his face. He rubbed his smooth, oval-shaped bald head and glanced at the burly man with a sinister look.
"Hey, the four of us shouldn't be laughing at the pot for being black, should we?"
"We're all death-row inmates. What the hell are you putting on airs as some moral paragon for?"
"Give us your name. Let's get acquainted."
The burly man rolled his shoulders and back. "Lu Zhengyang from Cell Block 4. And don't lump me in with you people. I'm human. I don't compare myself to animals."
Xu Shao repeated the name under his breath. Then his expression suddenly changed.
"Fuck! The massacre of an entire family on Lantau Island four years ago!"
"Damn it, what gives you the right to call me scum?"
"You didn't even spare a child who was barely a year old. When it comes to lacking humanity, even I have to admit defeat."
A flash of pain crossed Lu Zhengyang's face. His brows drew tightly together as he roared, "Bullshit!"
"I didn't see that little kid hiding!"
"Every debt has its debtor. It was a feud between people in the underworld. No matter how low I am, I wouldn't lay a hand on a little kid!"
Xu Shao recounted the story as if mocking him. "Heh. After killing them, you set a fire to destroy the evidence, only to burn that one-year-old child alive inside."
"I heard that when the police found the bodies, it was a horrifying sight."
"Charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Thoroughly cooked."
At the end, he licked his lips and muttered, "What a pity. A thoroughly cooked child must have tasted delicious."
A murderous glint appeared in Lu Zhengyang's eyes. He suddenly slammed a fist into the side of the container, producing a tremendous metallic boom.
"Shut up!!!"
The atmosphere seemed ready to explode.
Bald Xu Shao was not intimidated by the burly Lu Zhengyang in the slightest. Instead, his manner was openly provocative.
The tall man suddenly spoke again, his voice cold. "Keep it down. We all came from the same place."
"Besides, after we leave this place, as long as we don't die in the ring, we're bound to run into each other up there. What's the point of making a fuss here?"
"If you can't stand the sight of each other, just beat the other man to death in the ring."
As he spoke, he suddenly turned and glanced at Song Ren in the corner.
"Hey, what about you? What should we call you?"
Lu Zhengyang and Xu Shao fell silent as well, then both turned to look at Song Ren in the corner.
Song Ren raised his brows slightly but did not answer.
He had taken the place of a death-row inmate from Cell Block 9 to participate in this underground boxing tournament at Fook Shing Building.
For that reason, he did not want to introduce himself.
Of course, there was another reason: each of these death-row inmates had managed to hit one of the points Song Ren detested.
The tall man let out a cold laugh. The centipede tattoo on his face looked especially vicious. "Oh, interesting. You've got quite the temper, brother."
Song Ren glanced at him. Only then did he finally speak, his tone calm. "Let's not call each other brothers. Don't flatter me. I'm not worthy of being addressed that way by people like you."
The tall man raised one cold, hard brow.
But before he could speak, bald Xu Shao interrupted him. "Hey, skinny monkey, you've said plenty, but you haven't introduced yourself either."
The tall man turned and glanced at him.
It was only one glance, yet Xu Shao's brows immediately knitted together.
What the hell is with this guy's eyes?
It was as if he were looking at a dead man.
The tall man calmly said, "Du Youbang of Fu Yi."
Bald Xu Shao froze for a moment. He's with a gang...
The burly Lu Zhengyang, however, lifted his head in surprise.
"Fu Yi's Master Bang?"
"Even you became a death-row inmate?"
"Fu Yi's Master Bang?"
Xu Shao murmured the words twice before finally reacting. Before he had gone in, that name had been so notorious it could scare a person to death.
Although Fu Yi was said to be a declining gang, it had only fallen into decline over the past two years.
The primary reason for Fu Yi's decline was that Master Bang, its leader—or rather, its person in charge—had been sentenced to death and imprisoned in Stanley Prison.
Du Youbang of Fu Yi, nicknamed Master Bang.
More than two years earlier, he had been Fu Yi's person in charge and also its former Double Flower Red Stick. His pair of iron fists had forged a fearsome reputation throughout the underworld.
Everyone had thought that after Fu Yi reached the top under his leadership, he would lead it back to its former glory.
Instead, a mole had appeared within Fu Yi. Du Youbang, as the person in charge, was arrested outright and charged with twelve counts of intentional murder and dozens of counts of intentional assault.
There were also countless charges of kidnapping and extortion. He was sentenced to death with ease.
To make matters worse, rival gangs had kicked him while he was down, causing Du Youbang to be nailed to his crimes without the slightest chance of escape.
From then on, Fu Yi began its decline.
It could be said that several years earlier, Du Youbang of Fu Yi had been on a level comparable to Wong Po of Western District, both in reputation and influence. In fact, he had even surpassed him in some respects.
Unfortunately, one careless move had cost him the entire game.
Du Youbang was nearly forty, but his tall, lean frame was packed with solid muscle.
Beneath his prison uniform, his chest and back were covered in tattoos of demons and monsters, large and small. Combined with the scarlet centipede tattoo on his profile, they made for a terrifying sight.
His entire being radiated a cold, hardened aura that warned others to keep their distance.
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