Chapter 86: Encountering the Assassin "Seven" in Prison
At four o'clock in the afternoon, there was a knock on the door.
Two Thai police officers came in, showed an arrest warrant, and told Fang Che to come with them in English.
Fang Che obediently extended his hand, and the handcuffs were fastened to his wrists.
Old Chen stood at the door and nodded to him.
Zhou Wenxuan patted him on the shoulder: "Take care."
Fang Che smiled and was led downstairs.
A prison van was parked downstairs, its door open, and seven or eight people were sitting inside.
Fang Che was pushed into the car, and the car door closed.
The car was dimly lit, the air was stale, and it was filled with the smell of smoke and rancidity.
Fang Che sat down in the corner and quietly observed.
Most of them were Thai, but there were also two people of Chinese descent.
Opposite him was a tall man, wearing prison clothes, with a muscular build, a buzz cut, and a blank expression on his face.
Fang Che felt a chill run down his spine.
This person... should be "Seven".
The car started moving.
Amidst the bumpy ride, a thin young Chinese man leaned over and whispered in Cantonese, "Brother, are you Chinese? What did you do wrong?"
Fang Che glanced at him; the young man was in his early twenties, his eyes darting around.
"Smuggling," Fang Che replied in Cantonese, his voice low. "And you?"
"Stealing," the young man laughed. "I've been in here three times, I know it well. Is this your first time? Come with me, you'll suffer less."
Fang Che didn't reply, but the man opposite him suddenly opened his eyes.
His gaze swept over the young man.
The young man immediately shrank back and fell silent.
Fang Che understood.
The train continued on its way, and the carriage fell silent.
Fang Che closed his eyes to rest.
The wound on his side still hurt, but he forced himself to ignore it.
After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped.
The car door opened, and the sunlight was blinding.
"Get out of the car!" the policeman shouted.
The prisoners filed down.
Fang Che's ankle was swollen, and he stumbled and almost fell when he got out of the car.
One hand supported him.
Fang Che looked up and saw the tall man—"Seven".
The other person has no expression, and once you've secured them, you let go.
"Thank you," Fang Che said in Chinese.
The man glanced at him, said nothing, and walked forward.
Fang Che followed up and struck up a conversation: "Brother, are you Chinese? Your accent sounds like you're from the north? I'm from the Northeast, so we're practically from the same hometown."
"Seven" paused, then ignored it.
Fang Che continued, "In this place, Chinese people need to stick together. You're physically strong, so how about I team up with you? I'm quick-witted and can come up with ideas..."
"Shut up." "Seven" spoke, his voice cold and hard.
Fang Che fell silent, his eyes still fixed on him.
"Seven" means to speed up the pace.
Fang Che endured the pain and followed.
Once inside the prison, the process began.
Registration, photo taking, changing into prison uniform, physical examination.
When Fang Che took off his clothes, the bandage around his waist was exposed.
The prison doctor frowned and asked in Thai.
Police translator: "How did you get the injury?"
"He fell."
The prison doctor examined him but didn't ask any further questions.
After changing into the orange prison uniform, Fang Che stood in front of the mirror.
The prison uniform was rough, and it rubbed his skin until it turned red.
His skin was fair, and the orange color made his complexion appear even paler. Combined with his eyes, he didn't look like a prisoner, but rather like a rabbit that had wandered into a wolf's den.
Several prisoners who had changed their clothes stared at him with blatant eyes.
Fang Che didn't show it on his face, and even smiled at them.
Those men stared even more intently.
"Seven" changed her clothes and came over, only to see this scene.
He walked past Fang Che, muttering under his breath, "Looking for death."
Fang Che was taken aback, then understood.
This prison is full of hungry wolves, and he's like a piece of fat meat.
But he wasn't afraid.
He's a Siberian tiger!
After registration, the new inmate was taken to the prison area.
Bangkok's special prison is very large, with high walls, barbed wire, watchtowers, and armed guards.
The air was filled with disinfectant and a stifling atmosphere.
After passing through several iron gates, we arrived at the hall.
Several hundred prisoners are already out for exercise, smoking, playing cards, and exercising, while others are keeping an eye on the newcomers.
The hall fell silent for a few seconds when Fang Che appeared.
Whistles, jeering, and profanities erupted.
"A new little beauty!"
"Your skin is so white!"
"Come here and let your brother take a look!"
Fang Che remained expressionless, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that "Seven" had moved to the side.
Fine, you hide, I'll stick to you.
Fang Che leaned closer and whispered, "Big brother, these people are like hungry wolves. We need to stick together, or we'll get devoured."
"Seven" twitched his lips slightly, but ignored him.
At this moment, a bald, burly man walked over. He had scars on his face and a fierce look in his eyes.
He went straight up to Fang Che and reached out to touch his face: "Kid, you're really handsome. From now on, if you follow me, no one will dare to touch you."
Fang Che dodged back, laughing, "Big brother, your hands are rough, don't scratch my face. I make a living with my face."
The people around burst into laughter.
The bald man's face instantly darkened: "You won't accept a toast?"
He reached out and grabbed Fang Che's collar!
A hand grasped his wrist.
It is "seven".
He gripped it tightly, and the bald man's face changed; he couldn't pull it away.
"Get out." "Seven" only said one word.
The bald man glared at him, and they stared at each other for a few seconds.
The bald man chickened out first, pulled his hand back, and walked away cursing.
Fang Che immediately stepped forward: "Big brother, thank you! I knew you were cold on the outside but warm on the inside! From now on, you're my real big brother!"
"Seven" shook off his hand and said coldly, "Stay away from me."
"No, brother, if I go far away, they'll come again." Fang Che blinked. "I won't cause trouble. I'll help you wash clothes, get food, make the bed... I'm good at taking care of people."
Looking into his bright eyes, Qi felt a crack somehow appear in the icy wall in her heart.
He grew up in training camps, where he was surrounded by instructors, fellow trainees, or his goals.
Everyone was cold and indifferent, like machines.
No one has ever been so...vibrant.
Like the sun, it insisted on getting close to this block of ice.
"Whatever you want," he uttered, then turned and walked towards the corner.
Fang Che followed, grinning like a cat that had just stolen some fish.
The two sat down in a corner.
Fang Che then took a closer look at the prison.
The hall is spacious and divided into several areas.
Exercise in the east, rest in the west, smoke in the south, and...
Fang Che's gaze froze.
A person was standing by the fence on the north side.
Wearing the same orange prison uniform, with his back to this side, he stood tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
Even from a distance, Fang Che recognized him—
Li Hanzhou.
His breath hitched.
My heart is clenching!
Brother Li has lost weight.
The prison uniform looked somewhat empty, and his back view revealed weariness and loneliness.
He stood there, looking outside, motionless.
Fang Che's nose felt sore.
He wanted to rush over, hug Li Hanzhou, and say, "I'm here."
But not.
He pinched his palm, forcing himself to look away.
"You know him?" came the indifferent voice from the side.
Fang Che was startled and shook his head: "No, I just think... that person's back view is quite handsome."
"Seven" glanced at him but didn't say anything.
But Fang Che sensed that the assassin had noticed something.
Those from Shunlian are all highly trained; their observational skills are abnormal!
As the outdoor exercise time was about to end, the prison guards assigned cells.
The new inmates were called out one by one and assigned to different prison wards.
Fang Che pricked up his ears.
"Xiao Che, Block C, Cell 307."
He got up and followed the prison guard toward Section C.
As he passed the northern fence, he couldn't help but look again.
Li Hanzhou is still there.
At this moment, Li Hanzhou seemed to sense something and slowly turned around.
Their eyes met.
Time seemed to stand still.
Fang Che saw Li Hanzhou's eyes widen, his pupils contract, and a look of shock and astonishment flash across his face, followed by anger and worry.
He understood the look in her eyes: Why are you here?!
Fang Che smiled at him, a faint smile, and quickly lowered his head to continue walking.
He could feel Li Hanzhou's gaze fixed on his back.
And this scene was not only witnessed by Li Hanzhou.
In the corner, "Seven" squinted.
From another direction, Alai, who had been secretly watching Li Hanzhou, also noticed Fang Che.
Alai stared at the handsome new boy, then at Li Hanzhou's shocked expression, and a sense of unease welled up inside him.
Who is this person?
Why did Brother Li react so strongly?
After being assigned to cells, the new prisoners were taken to their respective prison areas.
Fang Che's cell, 307, is on the third floor of Block C, and is a six-person cell.
When he entered, there were already five people living inside, and they all looked at him with different expressions.
"New here? What's your name?" asked the burly man with a face full of scars.
"Xiao Che," Fang Che greeted with a smile, "Hello, brothers, please take care of me in the future."
His good attitude and pleasing appearance lessened the others' hostility.
Except for one.
The upper bunk by the window was occupied by a thin, middle-aged man who stared at him coldly, his eyes like those of a venomous snake.
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