Chapter 84 Remember this name
The gunshots came from the alley entrance!
The man was shot in the chest, his eyes wide as he fell to the ground.
Fang Che froze, turning his head to look—
Several people were standing at the entrance of the alley, led by a middle-aged man in a jacket holding a smoking gun.
Behind him, Atai, pale-faced, waved his hands repeatedly: "Young Master Che! It's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding! They are Officer Zhou's men!"
The middle-aged man walked over, glanced at the corpse on the ground and the wounded man in black, and frowned: "Jiang Kun's 'Number Five'... Fang Che, you're in trouble."
Fang Che then realized that he was still holding a gun, his finger on the trigger.
He slowly lowered the gun, his voice hoarse: "You are..."
"Zhou Wenxuan's colleague, from the Thai Narcotics Control Bureau, calls me Lao Chen."
The man took his gun. "You're injured. You need to get treatment immediately."
Two subordinates stepped forward to support Fang Che.
Old Chen squatted down to examine the man in black's injuries, his face growing even more grim: "It really is 'Five'."
"One of Jiang Kun's sharpest weapons has actually been sent to deal with you..."
He looked at Fang Che: "Kid, what did you do to make Jiang Kun so eager to kill you?"
Fang Che clutched the wound on his side, blood seeping through his fingers.
He looked at the man in black, codenamed "Five," on the ground. The man was staring at him with empty eyes, as if trying to etch his image into his very bones.
"I didn't do anything," Fang Che said breathlessly. "I just... wanted to bring someone home."
Old Chen was silent for a moment, then waved his hand: "Let's get out of here first, the police are coming soon."
Several people helped Fang Che into the car, and it drove away quickly.
In the car, Atai kept wiping his sweat: "Young Master Che, I'm so sorry! I really didn't know the hotel was being targeted by Jiang Kun's men! My cousin..."
"Shut up," Old Chen said coldly. "It's no use saying this now. Fang Che, Zhou Wenxuan won't arrive in Bangkok until tomorrow. You'll come with us tonight to go to the safe house."
Fang Che leaned back in his seat, watching the Bangkok night view flash by outside the window.
The wounds on my shoulder and side are very painful, and my ankle is swollen.
But his heart was even heavier.
Is this the kind of enemy Brother Li faces in prison?
He could die at any moment in some unknown corner...
"Old Chen," Fang Che said, his voice hoarse, "is there any way to get into the prison as soon as possible?"
Old Chen glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "You want to go to Bangkok's special prison?"
"I want to see Li Hanzhou."
"Difficult," Old Chen shook his head. "Getting in that place is harder than getting out. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
Old Chen paused for a moment: "Unless you get locked up too."
Fang Che was stunned.
“I’m serious.” Old Chen turned to look at him. “Jiang Kun wants to kill you now. It’s more dangerous for you to be outside. Although prison isn’t safe either, at least our people can arrange protection inside. And…”
His eyes were filled with complex emotions: "Besides, if you and Li Hanzhou are locked up together, you might be able to look after each other."
Fang Che remained silent.
Go to jail?
Disguised as a prisoner, he infiltrated a special prison in Bangkok and was locked up with Brother Li.
That sounds crazy.
But this might be the fastest way to see Brother Li.
It was also the only way to protect him while he was in prison.
What do you need me to do?
Old Chen looked at him for a while, then laughed: "Kid, you've got guts. Zhou Wenxuan said you'd do anything for Li Hanzhou, and I didn't believe it. Now I do.
He took out a document from the storage box: "This is the plan. But Fang Che, I have to warn you! Once you're inside, your life or death is in your own hands. Jiang Kun has deep influence in the prison, and our people can only help you secretly. If you are exposed, or if Li Hanzhou's identity is exposed, you two could both die inside."
Fang Che took the document and opened it.
The first page is a photograph: a floor plan of the Bangkok Special Prison.
The second page reveals his "new identity": a young Chinese man who smuggled cultural relics in Thailand, sentenced to three years in prison, and to begin his sentence next week.
The third page is the action plan.
He finished reading and closed the document.
"I'll do it."
Old Chen gave him a deep look: "Have you thought it through? No regrets?"
"No regrets." Fang Che looked out the window. "Brother Li has done enough for me. This time, it's my turn to do something for him."
The car drove toward the safe house in the darkness.
Fang Che was unaware that at the very same moment he escaped danger...
Inside the Bangkok Special Prison, Li Hanzhou was awakened from his sleep.
My heart was pounding, as if it were being gripped by something.
He sat up, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Just now... he dreamed about Fang Che.
I dreamt of a boy covered in blood standing on a street in Bangkok. I reached out to him, but couldn't speak.
“A-Che…” Li Hanzhou murmured, his hands unconsciously clenching.
The cell was dark, with only the faint light from the corridor light filtering through the iron bars.
The other prisoners were all asleep, their snores filling the air.
Only Alai wasn't asleep.
He quietly moved to Li Hanzhou's bedside and whispered, "Big brother, did you have a nightmare?"
Li Hanzhou ignored him, got up and walked to the pool in the corner of the cell to wash his face with cold water.
The cold water brought him to his senses slightly.
But the unease in my heart grew stronger.
Ah Che... please don't come to Thailand.
Please don't...
"Big brother, are you alright?" Alai came over and reached out to touch Li Hanzhou's shoulder.
Li Hanzhou turned around abruptly and grabbed his wrist: "I've said it before, I don't like other people touching me."
Alai recoiled in fright, her eyes reddening. "I'm...I'm sorry...I was just worried about you..."
Li Hanzhou didn't say anything, let go of her hand, turned around and walked to the cell door, looking through the iron bars into the dark corridor.
Feeling upset and confused.
That feeling of palpitation was so real, so real, as if something had really happened to A-Che.
Alai stood there, watching Li Hanzhou's back, his eyes slowly changing from aggrieved to complicated.
He bit his lip and silently retreated to his bed.
As he lay down, he noticed a corner of a photo peeking out from under Li Hanzhou's pillow.
Driven by curiosity, he quietly reached out and pulled out the photo.
In the dim light of the corridor, he could make out the person in the photograph—
A boy stood at the entrance of a barbecue restaurant, smiling brightly, with delicate features.
Alai was stunned.
He had never seen such a good-looking person.
He finally understood why Li Hanzhou always rejected his approach and why he always stared into the distance in a daze.
So... she already had someone in her heart.
Alai stared at the photo, his fingers unconsciously tightening.
My fingernail dug into the edge of the photo, leaving a crease.
He looked down at his rough hands, the stains that couldn't be washed off, his tattered clothes, and his perpetually timid expression.
Compared to the boy in the photo...
He can never compare to him.
Turn it over in your hand; there are words on the back of the photo.
Only one name was written down—A-Che.
Aleto looked at the photo for two seconds and then put it back under Li Hanzhou's pillow.
In the darkness, his eyes gradually hardened.
Ah Che...
He remembered the name.
Li Hanzhou stood at the cell door for a long time until his heartbeat calmed down.
He pulled out a cigarette, which was the prison's hard currency, obtained by exchanging three packs of instant noodles.
Without a lighter, he used the most primitive method: tearing off small strips of newspaper, twisting them into thin ropes, and rubbing them quickly on the cement floor.
A spark flew, igniting the newspaper, which in turn lit a cigarette.
Take a deep breath, let the smoke swirl in your lungs, and slowly exhale.
Nicotine calmed him down a little.
But the next second, he keenly sensed something—
There seems to be someone behind me.
Li Hanzhou suddenly turned around!
There was no one there.
In the cell, the prisoners were all asleep, and Alai, with his back to him, seemed to be asleep as well.
At the end of the corridor, the guard was dozing off.
Everything is normal.
But Li Hanzhou's intuition told him that something was wrong.
Someone was watching him from the shadows.
He stubbed out his cigarette, walked back to the bedside, and reached under the pillow—
The photos are still there.
He breathed a sigh of relief, carefully put the photo away from his body, and lay down.
I closed my eyes, but I didn't sleep.
Their ears picked up every sound in the cell.
The sound of Alai's clothes rubbing together as he turned over.
The distant mutterings of a prisoner in his sleep.
The sound of guards' footsteps in the corridor.
And... a very faint, almost inaudible breathing sound.
A ventilation opening above the cell.
Li Hanzhou's fingers tightened slightly.
Jiang Kun's men have arrived.
He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the ventilation duct.
In the darkness, it seemed as if a pair of eyes were watching him.
The game has begun.
Meanwhile, Fang Che, far away in the safe house, was tending to his wounds in front of a mirror.
The gunshot wound on the side of the waist was not deep; the bullet grazed it, but it required stitches.
Old Chen called a doctor, and after the anesthesia wore off, the sensation of the needle and thread piercing through his skin was clear.
Fang Che bit the towel, sweat beading on his forehead, and remained silent.
After the doctor finished stitching up the last stitch and bandaging the wound, he said a few words in Thai.
Old Chen translated: "He said you were lucky; if it had been a little off, it would have hit your kidney. Rest for a few days and don't get it wet."
Fang Che nodded and put on his clothes.
Old Chen handed him a glass of water: "Zhou Wenxuan will be here tomorrow to arrange your 'prisonment.' Until then, you stay here and behave yourself."
Will Jiang Kun's men come again?
“Not for now,” Old Chen said. “Five failed and lost a subordinate, so Jiang Kun will have to reassess you. But that doesn’t mean you’re safe. On the contrary, he might want to kill you even more.”
Fang Che took a sip of water and didn't say anything.
“Fang Che,” Old Chen looked at him, “once you’re in prison, you might see the worst side of Li Hanzhou. It’s hell there, it can turn people into ghosts. You need to be prepared.”
“Brother Li will not change,” Fang Che said firmly. “No matter where he is, he will always be Li Hanzhou.”
Old Chen smiled, said nothing more, and got up to leave.
Fang Che was the only one left in the room.
He walked to the window and looked at the Bangkok night sky.
There were no stars, only thick clouds.
Fang Che touched the bandage around his waist; the pain brought him back to his senses.
Then he took out the prison floor plan from his bag and examined it closely under the light.
Every entrance and exit, every passage, every blind spot in the surveillance.
He needs to remember it.
Once you're inside, one wrong step could mean utter ruin.
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