Chapter 82 Eyes Similar to Fang Che

Bangkok Special Prison, on the outskirts of Bangkok.

Li Hanzhou sat on the hard bed in the corner of the cell, his back against the cold wall.

This cell held eight people; apart from him, the rest were all serious offenders, each with a fierce look in their eyes.

On Li Hanzhou's very first day here, someone wanted to "set rules" for him.

Then the man broke two ribs and is still lying in the infirmary.

After that, no one dared to mess with him anymore.

But Li Hanzhou knew that the real danger was yet to come.

Jiang Kun has been operating in Thailand for many years, and he must have people in the prison.

Zhou Wenxuan said he would arrange protection, but how tight can it be?

He closed his eyes to rest.

Suppressed sobs could be heard from the other end of the cell.

He was a thin boy, not yet twenty years old, huddled in a corner, his face bearing fresh wounds.

Those prisoners just now stole his food and beat him up.

Li Hanzhou opened his eyes, looked at them, and then closed them again.

He's not a saint; he has no interest in meddling in other people's business.

But the crying continued.

Li Hanzhou frowned, got up and walked over.

The prisoners immediately looked at him warily.

Li Hanzhou ignored him, walked straight to the boy, and squatted down: "Don't cry."

The boy raised his head—

Li Hanzhou paused.

It wasn't because the boy was particularly special, but because of his eyes.

There was a moment when I overlapped with A-Che.

"They...they stole my food..." the boy sobbed, his eyes fixed on Li Hanzhou.

Li Hanzhou turned around and looked at the prisoners: "Give him back his food."

The bald, burly man stood up, grinning maliciously: "New guy, mind your own business."

Li Hanzhou didn't speak, he just looked at him.

His eyes were cold.

The bald, burly man felt a chill run down his spine, but still forced himself to say, "Do you know who I am? I—"

Before he could finish speaking, Li Hanzhou moved.

The speed was too fast to see clearly. The next second, the bald man was lying on the ground, his face pressed into the cement, unable to move.

Li Hanzhou stepped on his back, his voice calm: "Give him back his food."

The others were so frightened that they backed away.

The bald man hurriedly shouted, "Give it back! Give it back! Give it back to him quickly!"

The prisoner hurriedly handed over the lunchbox.

Li Hanzhou released his foot, took the lunchbox, and handed it to the boy: "Eat."

The boy took it blankly, his eyes still fixed on Li Hanzhou, and whispered, "Th-thank you..."

Her face flushed slightly.

Li Hanzhou didn't pay any attention and went back to his corner to sit down.

I thought that was the end of it.

Unexpectedly, from then on, the boy became like a little tail, always following him.

I would sit next to him during meals, follow him around when he was out of the way, and even move my bed closer to him at night.

Li Hanzhou said impatiently, "Stay away from me."

The boy shrank back but didn't move: "B-Big brother, you saved me, I have to stay with you..."

"I don't need followers."

"I... I can help you!" the boy said eagerly, his eyes shining as he looked at Li Hanzhou. "My name is Alai, I'm from Chiang Mai, I'm in here for stealing... but I know Bangkok well! I also know a little about what happens in prison! Big brother, let me follow you, I can help!"

Li Hanzhou glanced at him.

She was thin and timid, but her eyes lit up when she talked about being "familiar with Bangkok".

Perhaps... it really works?

"Whatever you say." Li Hanzhou closed his eyes.

Alai immediately smiled, carefully sat down next to him, not daring to get too close, and only secretly glanced at his profile out of the corner of her eye.

This person... is really good-looking.

Alai thought to himself. He grew up in Chiang Mai and had seen many tourists and celebrities, but no one had ever been like this man…

His features were sharp, with high brow bones, a straight nose, and a pair of phoenix eyes that exuded power even when closed.

Most importantly, he saved him.

When everyone else was bullying him, only this person stood up for him.

Alai blushed again and quickly lowered her head to pretend to eat, her heart pounding.

Li Hanzhou was unaware of Alai's thoughts. He simply closed his eyes, conserving his energy.

Because new prisoners will be coming in tomorrow.

Zhou Wenxuan brought news that Jiang Kun's man, codenamed "Seven," would be entering this prison tomorrow.

The real danger is coming.

Portland Street, Hong Kong.

When Fang Che returned to the shop, it was already completely dark.

Xi Rong left him some food, which was kept warm in the pot.

He had little appetite, but still forced himself to eat a few bites.

After finishing our meal, we went upstairs to pack our luggage.

My passport was ready long ago.

He stuffed a few changes of clothes into his bag, and then stuffed in a wad of cash.

After thinking for a moment, he took out the folding knife that Li Hanzhou had given him from the drawer and put it in his bag.

Finally, he pulled a photo out from under his pillow.

It's a candid photo...

Li Hanzhou stood at the entrance of the barbecue restaurant, his face turned to the side, the setting sun gilding his features, his eyebrows and eyes gentle, and the corners of his mouth slightly upturned.

Fang Che looked at the photo for a moment, then carefully put it into his pocket.

Footsteps could be heard downstairs.

Xi Rong knocked on the door and came in, holding a good luck charm: "Brother Che, Grandma Lin gave this to you, she wants you to take it with you."

Fang Che took it; it was a small, hand-sewn red cloth bag filled with incense ash.

"Thank you, Grandma."

“Brother Che,” Xi Rong bit her lip, “you must be careful…you must come back with Boss Li.”

"Mm." Fang Che rubbed her head. "While I'm away, the school is in your hands. Keep those naughty kids like A-Ming in check, don't be lenient."

"Know."

Cheng Tieniu also came up, carrying a big bag: "Che, I made some pancakes for you to eat on the way. And this bottle of chili sauce, Thai food is bland, add some if you don't like it."

Fang Che chuckled: "Brother Tie Niu, I'm going on business, not for a picnic..."

"Take it!" Cheng Tieniu stuffed it into the bag without saying a word.

Ah Gui stood at the door and tossed a small box over.

Fang Che caught it, opened it, and saw that it was a small pistol with two boxes of ammunition.

"Brother Gui, this..."

"For self-defense," Ah Gui said briefly. "Thailand isn't like Hong Kong; it's chaotic. Do you know how to use it?"

Fang Che had served in the military for two years in his previous life, mainly handling rifles, but he had also practiced with pistols.

He nodded: "Yes."

"That's good." Ah Gui paused. "Brother Li... I'm counting on you."

Fang Che nodded solemnly.

As night deepened, the group gradually left.

Fang Che lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep.

He was going to Thailand in three days.

Fang Che closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then he laughed.

Brother Li, you wait.

I've come to find you.