Chapter 95 Seven Learned the Truth

The Bangkok Special Prison in the early morning was as quiet as a graveyard.

Qi stood atop the water tower, the night wind blowing into his prison clothes.

He remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the dark figures outside the wall who were climbing over the high net.

Jiang Kun's men have arrived.

It happened a day earlier than he expected.

Qi gripped the dagger tightly in his hand.

His mission was originally scheduled for tomorrow, but the plan was disrupted.

Perhaps there was never a plan.

He was merely a piece on Jiang Kun's chessboard, and at this moment, the chessboard was being overturned.

"Woo-woo-woo-woo-"

An alarm suddenly ripped through the night sky.

Searchlights lit up simultaneously from all directions, their beams sweeping across the area.

The guards on the high wall began to shout, but their voices were drowned out by the alarm. Seven saw someone raise a hand from the shadows…

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

The first guard fell from the watchtower.

Then came the second tone, and then the third tone.

The alarm blared.

Seven moved.

He jumped from the water tower, which is three stories high, and landed with his knees bent to absorb the impact, making almost no sound.

He practiced this move thousands of times, in training camps, in the rainforest, and on the brink of life and death.

But when he landed this time, Xiao Che's face flashed through his mind.

That boy who would greet Seventh Brother with a smile.

That fool who had a back injury but insisted on enduring it.

That... the target Jiang Kun wanted him to "deal with".

Qi shook off the thought and hurried along the shadows, his destination being Zone C.

The instructions were clear: take advantage of the chaos to deal with Li Hanzhou, then deal with Xiao Che.

But as he rushed into the corridor of Zone C, he paused.

The prison is in complete chaos.

Not just Jiang Kun's people.

The East District's henchmen were smashing the prison guards' door with steel pipes and sharpened chair legs.

The venomous man pried open the medical cabinet and stuffed morphine and tranquilizers into his pockets.

More unfamiliar faces emerged from the shadows and rushed toward the control room, armory, and communications station.

The prison is in complete chaos!

"Bang!"

The iron gate at the end of the corridor was kicked open, and several prisoners rushed out, carrying fire axes.

When they saw the number seven, their eyes glazed over.

Without stopping, it headed straight for 307.

The door was open.

It's empty inside.

The bed was in disarray, Fang Che's pillow was on the floor, and next to it was the unfinished box of ointment.

Seven. The heart tightens.

He squatted down, his fingers tracing the ground; there were drag marks, and the ground looked very new.

There was still a drop of blood, not yet dried.

It's not Xiao Che's blood.

The color is dark; it belongs to someone else.

Qi got up and, amidst the mixed screams and fighting sounds, caught a glimpse of... Northeastern dialect.

He was blocked by the wall, but he recognized the accent.

"Fuck you! Let go!"

It's Xiao Che.

Qi rushed out of the cell and ran towards the sound.

The narrow passage behind the laundry room on the second floor of Block B.

Fang Che was pinned against the wall by the two men, one of whom pressed his knee against his injured waist.

The excruciating pain made his vision go black, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Kid, you're really good-looking." The man on his shoulder was bald with a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Brother Viper had his eye on you when he was alive. He didn't have the luck, so I'll take his place..."

The skinny guy next to him chuckled, "Brother, go easy on us, we can still make money from this."

"Sell?" The bald man licked his lips. "We'll talk about it after we've had our fun."

He reached out and tugged at Fang Che's prison uniform.

Fang Che suddenly looked up and bumped into the bald man's nose!

"Ah!" the bald man screamed, blood gushing from his nose.

Fang Che took the opportunity to pull out the sharpened toothbrush handle from his sleeve, which Li Hanzhou had given him last night for self-defense!

He stabbed the skinny man's thigh with his backhand!

"Damn!" The skinny guy fell to the ground.

The bald man covered his face and swung his fist at him.

Fang Che dodged to the side, but his back injury hampered his movements. His fist grazed his cheek, causing a burning pain.

He staggered backward, his back pressed against the wall.

The bald man grinned maliciously as he approached, a dagger now in his hand!

"You won't listen to reason." The bald man spat out a mouthful of blood. "Then let's play dirty."

The blade pierced through.

Fang Che closed his eyes—

"Crack".

The sound of bones cracking.

The pain has not yet arrived.

Fang Che opened his eyes and saw that the bald man's wrist was twisted and the military knife had fallen to the ground.

The bald man's neck was grabbed by a large hand, and he was lifted up.

It is seven.

Qi's face was expressionless, and his eyes were eerily empty.

He gripped the bald man's neck, his fingers slowly tightening.

The bald man's face turned from red to purple, his eyes bulged out, and his legs kicked wildly.

"Seven...Seventh Brother..." the bald man forced out, "One of our own...Snake Brother's..."

"The viper is dead," Seven's voice was icy. "You go too."

"Crack".

The neck bone was fractured.

He released his grip seven times, and the corpse collapsed.

He turned to the skinny man who was clutching his leg and groaning.

The skinny man wet his pants: "Seventh Master! Spare me! I didn't know he was one of your men!"

Qi didn't say anything, walked over, and stomped on the ground.

Rib fracture.

The skinny man stared wide-eyed, blood and foam gushing from his mouth, and then he stopped moving.

The passage fell silent, leaving only the lingering echoes of chaos in the distance.

Qi turned around and looked at Fang Che.

The boy stood against the wall, his face pale, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his prison uniform torn open to reveal blood-stained bandages.

But her eyes were bright, and she was looking at him.

"Seventh Brother..." Fang Che began, his voice hoarse, "Thank you."

Seven did not respond.

He walked over and squatted down to examine the injury on Fang Che's waist.

The bandage is bleeding; the wound may have reopened.

"Can we walk?"

"Yes." Fang Che gritted his teeth and stood up, but swayed.

Qi supported him, her arm was very steady.

"Where to?" Fang Che asked. "It's all in chaos outside. Jiang Kun's men, Viper's henchmen, the East District..."

“I know,” Qi interrupted, “so you have to come with me.”

Where to?

"A safe place."

Qi helped Fang Che out, but they stopped just as they exited the passage.

Three people were standing in the corridor.

The leader was a one-eyed man with a centipede-shaped scar on his face and carried a machete.

The two men behind them were carrying homemade hunting rifles, with the muzzles pointed at Qi and Fang Che.

“Seventh Master,” One-Eyed grinned, revealing his gold teeth, “Mr. Jiang asked me to pass on a message.”

Qi shielded Fang Che behind him, his face expressionless: "Speak."

“The plan has changed.” The one-eyed man’s smile turned cruel. “Someone has taken care of things with Li Hanzhou. As for you… Mr. Jiang said that you’ve been getting restless lately, so he’s having the brothers help you keep things under control.”

He paused, his gaze falling on Fang Che: "And this little thing, Mr. Jiang specifically instructed that it must be alive. Young Master Jiang specifically requested it."

Fang Che's heart sank instantly.

Young Master Jiang? Jiang Tianqi?

How did he know I was here?

"What if I don't pay?" Seven's voice was flat.

One-Eyed laughed, an exaggerated laugh: "Seventh Master, have you gone mad from being in jail? You're Mr. Jiang's dog, can a dog disobey its master?"

He raised his machete, the blade gleaming coldly: "Either hand over the person, and you'll still be Mr. Jiang's seventh brother. Or..."

He licked the blade: "I'll clean house for Mr. Jiang."

The air condensed.

Qi slowly tightened his fingers, his knuckles making a suppressed cracking sound.

"Oh, right...you didn't know, did you?" The one-eyed man's tone became nonchalant. "Your lover's name is Fang Che, and he's Li Hanzhou's darling. Mr. Jiang said he'd trade him a head for him."

Xiao Che.

Fang Che.

Li Hanzhou's weakness, and the target Jiang Kun wanted him to solve.

Seven's originally cold eyes froze for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at Fang Che.

Fang Che was also looking at him.

"Seventh Brother, I..."

“So from the very beginning, I was your bait, wasn’t I?” Seven interrupted him, her voice low and flat.

Fang Che was stunned and speechless.

"Very good." Qi turned back again, his pupils becoming empty and indifferent.

"Seventh Master," One-Eyed said impatiently, tapping his palm with the hilt of his sword. "Want to make a move?"

Qi didn't speak, but slowly raised his hand.

Fang Che's heart skipped a beat.

But Qi simply took a step forward and stood in front of Fang Che.

"Come here." His tone remained unchanged.

The one-eyed man narrowed his triangular eyes, and the two men behind him raised their hunting rifles.

Gunfire erupted!

It's moving!

The movement was too fast to see clearly; he bent over and swept his foot out.

The two men who charged forward immediately fell to the ground, their shotguns slipping from their hands.

Qi lunged forward, raising his hand and wielding his knife with swift and decisive movements!

Before the one-eyed man could react, a sharp pain shot through his neck, and blood gushed out!

It splashed all over Qi's face.

He didn't stop; he turned around and threw the machete!

The knife spun and struck the wrist of the man holding the gun on the left. The shotgun fell to the ground with a thud, and a scream rang out.

The person on the right pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The gunshots were deafening.

He turned to the side, a bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving a bloody mark.

He rushed up to the man and smashed his Adam's apple with a punch.

Less than five seconds.

Three more corpses appeared in the corridor.

Qi turned around, blood flowing from the wound on his shoulder, but he was completely unaware of it.

He looked at Fang Che.

Fang Che stood there, his face pale, his back straight.

"You knew who I was all along," Seven said. "Did you approach me to extract information? Or were you using me as a shield?"

Fang Che pursed his lips: "At first, it was for intelligence."

"And then what?"

"Later..." Fang Che smiled, but his smile was bitter. "Later I realized that you, Seventh Brother, are a good person."

“A good person?” Seven’s voice was hoarse. “I’m Jiang Kun’s assassin. I’ve taken more lives than you’ve eaten meals.”

“But you didn’t kill me.” Fang Che looked at him. “Just now, you had a chance.”

Qi fell silent.

Yes.

The moment he learned the truth, the moment the one-eyed man appeared, at any instant, he could snap the liar's neck.

But he didn't.

"Seventh Brother," Fang Che said softly, "you can kill me now, or hand me over. This is your mission, isn't it?"

Qi looked into those eyes.

There was no fear inside, only acceptance.

And... things he doesn't understand.

An explosion was heard in the distance!

The entire prison was shaking.

Dust fell from the ceiling.

"Seventh Brother!" Fang Che suddenly shouted, "Watch out!"

Qi suddenly turned around!

A group of people rushed out from around the corner of the corridor.

The leader was Mad Dog, with a sinister grin on his face and a fire axe in his hand.

"Found them! Li Hanzhou's mistress and Jiang Kun's dog!" Mad Dog licked his lips. "Today is truly a good day!"

He was followed by more than a dozen men, all armed.

Qi pulled Fang Che behind him and picked up the hunting rifle from the ground!

But there was only one bullet left inside.

"Seventh Brother," Fang Che lowered his voice, "the ventilation duct on the right leads to the laundry room."

Qi didn't say anything, but raised his gun.

The mad dog laughed loudly: "A piece of junk, how many can it kill? Go! Catch the little guy, and the reward is 100,000!"

A crowd surged in.

Pull the trigger seven times.

The person at the very front had his chest explode and fell to the ground.

The people behind them went even crazier.

Qi threw away his empty gun, drew his dagger, and charged forward.

The flash of blades, the glint of blood.

The narrow corridor turned into a battleground.

The Seven-Image Platform is a killing machine; every move it makes is lethal.

A dagger slits open a throat, a fist smashes a nose.

But he was all alone.

There was also an injury on his shoulder.

A machete came crashing down, and Qi dodged to the side, his arm slashed open. A steel pipe struck the back of his head, but he ducked to avoid it.

"Seventh Brother!" Fang Che called out.

He turned around seven times and saw two people rushing towards Fang Che!

He tried to rush over, but was entangled by the three men.

Fang Che bent down to dodge the attack, grabbed some dust from the ground and threw it at the attacker's eyes. As the attacker covered his eyes and screamed, he kicked him in the groin, snatched the dagger, and stabbed the first man in the thigh.

The movements were swift and decisive, brimming with ruthlessness.

Qi was stunned.

This is not the skill level of an ordinary teenager.

Fang Che, panting, grinned at him: "Seventh Brother, don't underestimate me. I'm from Northeast China, where fighting is a required course."

That smile was like light shining into Qi's cold and silent heart.

The mad dog grinned maliciously, raising its axe to chop down!

Fang Che stepped in front of Qi, his dagger aimed at the mad dog!

Mad Dog swiftly swung his dagger, then swiftly brought down his axe!

Qi had escaped and strode forward, grabbing Fang Che's arm and pulling him backward!

The blade grazed Fang Che's front as it fell.

Qi snatched the dagger from him and stabbed it into the mad dog's abdomen with his other hand, drawing blood when he pulled it out.

The mad dog retreated in pain, but the people behind it rushed forward again.

Qi blocked left and right, leading Fang Che back to the entrance of the ventilation duct.

Fang Che lifted the ladder above.

The two crawled into the pipe!

The cave was pitch black.

Gasping for breath.

The smell of blood.

"Seventh Brother?"

"Let's go." Seven's voice was weak.

The mad dog roared, "Chase!"