Making Use of Waste

Song Ren listened quietly as Chen Sheng finished speaking, and he understood a little more in his heart.

Just as the other party had said, death row inmates usually carried a special label—

Deprived of political rights for life.

Because of this, death row inmates might make most inmates in prison feel intimidated.

But outside, especially in places where the light of the law couldn't reach, death row inmates were at the bottom of the social hierarchy.

Because even if they died, it would be in vain.

Although Song Ren wasn't a death row inmate, he had entered in place of one.

Only the warden and a very small number of people knew this.

Chen Sheng raised his hand, glanced at the quartz watch on his wrist, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you coming back to the villa with me to meet the big boss who chose to stand up for you, or should we wait for the other two?"

Song Ren: "Let's wait and see?"

Chen Sheng: "Then you might have to wait a while."

"Not everyone can walk out of this barren mountain as decisively as you."

He paused, then continued, "By the way, I haven't asked yet. With such sharp skills, are you from a martial arts school?"

Song Ren's lie came out smoothly. "You could say that. I studied at a martial arts school for a few years, and then I traveled north and south to visit some old masters. I suppose I've achieved something."

Chen Sheng nodded. "No wonder. Three Pit Bulls, even I, with just a Claw Knife, would likely be crippled if not killed there."

"So I can't imagine how you did it, but I guess your skills must be pretty impressive."

"If there's a chance, we should spar."

Song Ren nodded in agreement.

Chen Sheng took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit one for himself, and then offered one to Song Ren.

"I quit before," Song Ren shook his head, pointing to his head. "I need to keep this in optimal condition."

Chen Sheng gave him a thumbs-up and started smoking. After a while, he spoke again. "Brother, is it convenient to tell me how you got in?"

Song Ren just smiled politely and didn't answer.

Seeing this, Chen Sheng didn't say anything more and stopped engaging in further conversation with Song Ren.

After waiting for another half hour, until there were several cigarette butts on the ground, Du Youbang walked out of the barren mountain looking somewhat disheveled.

His prison uniform was torn in several places, and faint bloodstains could be seen on his body.

There were no bite marks, but his hands were stained with a lot of blood. The Claw Knife had been retrieved by the guards when he came out.

As soon as he walked out, he saw Song Ren and Chen Sheng waiting not far away.

A hint of surprise couldn't help but surface in Du Youbang's eyes. He scrutinized Song Ren, then cursed inwardly—

Damn it, not a scratch?!

Those weren't cute pet dogs, those were three Pit Bulls.

Adult fierce dogs, even two of them had made him struggle, but this guy's prison uniform wasn't even torn.

Apart from a few blood spatters on certain areas, there was no other difference on his entire body.

Looking at the cigarette butts at the driver's feet, Du Youbang's heart grew heavier.

How on earth did this guy do it?

Chen Sheng stood up at the opportune moment and greeted Du Youbang.

Du Youbang was also surprised by Chen Sheng's identity. "You're a Double Flower Red Stick from Wo Kee?"

Chen Sheng: "I was just promoted last year."

Du Youbang realized, no wonder he looked unfamiliar.

By the time he was promoted, Du Youbang had already been imprisoned.

Du Youbang said a few brief words, then looked back at the barren mountain. "How much longer do we have to wait here?"

Just as Chen Sheng was about to reply.

Song Ren suddenly stood up. "They're here."

From the barren mountain, a limping figure staggered down.

It wasn't until they were out of the guardrail that the few of them could see Lu Zhengyang's condition clearly in the moonlight.

He looked quite miserable.

His body had multiple scratches, and his prison uniform was like tattered rags, barely hanging on him.

His calf was stained red with blood, and the flesh was slightly exposed. He had simply bandaged it with torn cloth.

This condition was far more pathetic than Du Youbang's.

This outcome was completely inconsistent with his seemingly explosive physique.

After coming out, Lu Zhengyang, like Du Youbang, first scanned the two people walking with him, and then his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Du Youbang only had a few scratches, and Song Ren was even more unbelievable...

Lu Zhengyang limped over, let out a bitter laugh, and mocked himself, "I didn't expect to be the weakest one among us."

"Judging by this, did I embarrass Stanley..."

Chen Sheng chuckled, "You did very well. Those fierce dogs were all selected and specially trained."

"The fact that you can still joke about it means the wounds didn't affect your bones. A few days on an IV drip and some rest, and you'll be fine."

"Just getting this entry ticket proves your worth, so don't doubt yourself."

Lu Zhengyang remained noncommittal.

If he hadn't made comparisons, he might have felt a bit proud. After all, they were two fierce dogs, and excellent breeds that had undergone special training.

But then he looked at the other two in his group.

One only had three or five scratches, and the other...

Forget it, no more comparisons.

Lu Zhengyang felt a sense of oppression.

Even though he had witnessed Song Ren's skills before, especially the scene where he brutally beat someone to death with exhilarating force, he still remembered it vividly.

But out on the barren mountain, there were three Pit Bulls!

Now, Song Ren was standing in front of him completely unharmed, and he was likely the first one to come out!

How could he possibly compare?

Chen Sheng asked, "So, can you still walk?"

"How about we go meet those big spenders who have been waiting for a long time? They'll be your benefactors from now on."

"With them backing you, you'll be able to establish yourself in the top-tier boxing ring."

Lu Zhengyang gritted his teeth and nodded, "Let's go."

The group walked along a small path for quite some time, making Lu Zhengyang's face grow paler and paler.

Finally, they saw the main entrance of the villa not far ahead.

At this moment, the main entrance was already opened from the inside.

A black car, with a small golden statue hanging on its front, sped out from the villa's entrance and disappeared into the distance.

As the car brushed past the group, through a gap in the rear window, a pair of sinister eyes seated inside glanced at Song Ren.

Song Ren noticed it and turned to ask Chen Sheng, "Is that Mr. Guo, the one I offended..."

Chen Sheng nodded, "Yes, that car is indeed his."

Song Ren said nothing more, merely noting down the car's license plate.

After the Rolls-Royce drove away, a black BMW followed closely behind.

However, as it passed Song Ren and the group, it suddenly slowed down and rolled down its window.

The Zheng brothers, Zheng Qizhi and Zheng Qixiong, were revealed sitting in the front.

Zheng Qizhi sized Song Ren up and frowned, "It seems your luck is quite good."

Zheng Qixiong, gripping the steering wheel, said calmly, "Don't die on the ring."

"You offended Mr. Guo, so you have to pay a price."

"Looking like this now isn't ideal."

Song Ren raised an eyebrow, looking at the arrogant pair, and suddenly broke into a smile, "If you really dislike me, why not come find me on the ring?"

"Since Mr. Guo is missing a spot, you can have it. It'll be like making good use of something useless."

Zheng Qizhi and Zheng Qixiong's expressions changed drastically, and they both turned to look at Song Ren simultaneously.

Finally, they spat out a few harsh words, as if every word was precious—

"We'll be waiting for you, we'll beat you to death on stage!"