Chapter 001: The Female Ghost
Yang Hua was slowly led into one of the cells by two prison guards.
Only to see this was formerly the Beicang's prison cell, at this moment with a "click" it opened.
Inside, there are probably several hundred cages, and the prisoners locked in them still look like they used to, except that on the faces of these former arrogant and domineering felons, there is now a pale and lifeless complexion, just like an old man who knows he has cancer.
Seeing new prisoners arrive, they just slightly raised their eyes and took a look, then continued with their own business.
Yang Hua looked at these unfamiliar faces, and it was clear that some of them were previously under Dong Cang's command, while others were previously under Guang Tou Lei Bao's command. However, he didn't see anyone from Nan Cang among them.
What's going on? Has the Dark Prison really unified?
Are all the big shots in the four warehouses dead?
Yang Hua was stunned on the spot, staring at those pale-faced, stupidly seated heavy prisoners, he was dumbfounded.
"Hurry up, damn it, what are you looking at!" A prison guard pushed him hard and said.
Yang Hua was pushed forward and took a step back, then slowly walked forward. At this moment, he turned around to look for his former brothers in the South Warehouse, but found that none of them were there.
Only two prison guards took him into the last cage and then turned around and left.
Yang Hua stood alone in silence, staring at these unfamiliar faces, and was stunned for a moment.
Could it be that Seventeen and Qinglong were really beaten to death like those two prison guards said?
Yang Hua, who was lost in thought, suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him calling out to him: "Is that Yang Hua?"
Yang Hua suddenly turned his head, and saw that in the last cell, a man with a white gauze wrapped around his head, and his left hand seemed to be broken, was propping up against the wall, staring at him with an unbelievable expression.
At this moment, Yang Hua's hair looked like it hadn't been washed for tens of thousands of years, and his whole body was dirty like a beggar... The only thing that could be recognized was his pair of eyes that were even brighter than before.
"Hu Zi?" Yang Hua turned around and saw Hu Zi, who was lying on the ground with severe injuries, calling out in a loud voice. He immediately stood up and ran towards Hu Zi.
"Is it really you, Yang Hua? You're not dead?" Hu Zi stared at the completely changed Yang Hua with a pair of disbelieving eyes.
Yang Hua also nodded with excitement, staring at the seriously injured Tiger: "I didn't die. I didn't die."
"Hu Zi grasped Yang Hua's arm and said, 'Big Brother and Dragon Brother both thought you were dead the day you were taken away. Who would have thought, who would have thought that you're actually still alive.'"
"Yes, I didn't die." Yang Hua said excitedly as he hugged Hu Zi.
He thought he would never see his brothers from the South Warehouse again in this prison, and it was really unexpected that he could still see Hu Zi... A feeling like meeting a relative suddenly surged up.
"Good, good, good." Hu Zi let out three "good"s in one breath.
"It's great to be alive! Being alive is better than anything."
Hu Zi's voice was filled with sorrow, and at this moment one of his hands seemed to be broken... The other hand tightly grasped Yang Hua's arm and said excitedly.
"How did you get hurt like this? And what about Big Brother and the others? What about Dragon Brother?" Yang Hua suddenly looked at Hu Zi and asked.
He doesn't believe that Seventeenth Brother and Qinglong were really killed! He wouldn't even believe it if he was beaten to death.
Hutou's face turned heavy as soon as he heard Yang Hua ask this, the excited look on his face earlier had completely changed to a dull grey complexion.
"What's wrong? Hu Zi, what exactly happened here?" Yang Hua looked at Hu Zi's expression, and a bad premonition suddenly surged up.
Only then did Hu Zi slowly lift his face, his eyes somewhat red at the moment, and said: "You were locked in the dead house for three months, you must not know what happened outside."
"What about Big Brother Long and Dragon now?" Yang Hua shouted out and asked.
Hǔ zǐ de shēn tǐ tū rán jìn bù zhù zhàn dòu le yī xià.
Translation:
The tiger's body suddenly couldn't help but tremble for a moment.
"Big brother is now accompanying... accompanying someone to practice boxing." Hu Zi turned his head and seemed to say reluctantly.
"Practicing boxing with someone?" Yang Hua looked at Hu Zi in front of him with a puzzled expression.
"What's going on? Tiger, what are you doing?"
"Big brother is being used as a punching bag by others."
The tiger cub suddenly said with bloodshot eyes.
"What?" Yang Hua exclaimed.
How is this possible? The originally tall and imposing 17th brother who was as noble as the heavens is now being used as a punching bag by others? No one would believe this if they heard it.
Yang Hua's head suddenly went blank, he couldn't imagine the scene of a 17-year-old being used as a punching bag! A man who once stood tall and proud was now being used as a punching bag?
"Where's Dragon Brother? Where is Qing Long Ge now?" Yang Hua shouted loudly.
At this moment, Hu Zi's eyes suddenly turned red.
"What's wrong with you, Hu Zi? What happened to Qing Long Ge?" Yang Hua shouted frantically as if he had gone mad.
The tiger cub burst into tears beside him.
"Brother Long... won't... won't..." Yang Hua stared at Tiger's wide-eyed and terrified expression, saying in disbelief.
"Hu Zi suddenly choked and said: "You... you guessed it right... Long Ge... Long Ge... Long Ge was beaten to death."
"How is it possible?" Yang Hua suddenly jumped up.
"Hutou, how is it possible? Can Dragon Brother be beaten to death by someone? Impossible, impossible!"
"Brother Long won't be beaten to death by anyone! No way! Absolutely not!"
"It's true, Yang Hua, Dragon Brother was really killed by Sunny with his own hands." Tigerzi choked and said.
"I saw it with my own eyes," said Hu Zi again.
"Sunny?"
"Was Dragon Brother killed by Sonny?" Yang Hua suddenly sat down on the cold ground with a thud, muttering to himself, "Dragon Brother was killed by Sonny."
"What exactly happened? Tell me, Hu Zi! Hurry up and tell me." Yang Hua tried to calm himself down, but his hands couldn't help shaking, and the veins on his entire arm bulged out.
"Yang Hua, since you were taken to the dead man's house, that Tang Qing bastard brought in foreign fighters from who-knows-where into the Black Prison. Those foreign fighters are one more ruthless than the other, and what's even more infuriating is that they're all extremely vicious and cruel, even more so than the most hardened convicts in the Black Prison. One of them, a Thai underground fighter named Sanni, has already killed 12 people on the life-and-death arena. Dragon Brother...Dragon Brother was beaten to death by that Thai fighter Sanni on the life-and-death arena."
"Sunny, Sunny." Yang Hua's fists were clenched tightly, and his entire arm was bulging with veins due to excitement.
He suddenly punched on the hard iron pillar.
The iron railing let out a loud clang.
"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to avenge Dragon Brother."
Yang Hua's eyes suddenly turned red, like a madman who had reached the peak of his rage... His entire arm was bulging with veins, emitting a terrifying aura that made people fearful. Ever since he came out of that dead man's house, the name he heard the most was that Muay Thai fighter, Sunny...
He really didn't know what kind of person Sunny was, and he actually beat Dragon Brother to death... This revenge he must take! Must take! Qing Long was so good to him... But now he's dead... Beaten to death by someone... How can Yang Hua not be angry!
"No, Yang Hua, you can't beat Sunny, even Big Brother can't beat that son of a bitch." Suddenly, Hu Zi said from behind.
Yang Hua did not make a sound, nor did he respond to him, his eyes were filled with boundless hatred.
Hu Zi looked at Yang Hua and suddenly felt that the bookish-looking weak guy three months ago had changed... changed into a beast, this was Hu Zi's first feeling.