Su City, a detention center.
"Boss, have a smoke." A lackey offered a cigarette to Hu Dazhi's mouth and attentively lit it for him.
Hu Dazhi reclined and took a deep drag, contentedly exhaling a beautiful ring of smoke.
"Boss, we can get out today, the brothers outside have been ready to welcome you and wipe the dust from your journey."
"Hmm! The brothers have suffered these past days, tonight at Bailemen, let's all have a good time!"
The spirits of the little brothers lifted upon hearing this.
"Awesome!" "Haha! Thanks, Brother Dazhi!" "Thanks, Boss!"
"Suffering? Staying with Brother Dazhi, these days even the jail food has tasted exceptionally good!"
Lip Piercing, the thug who last time tried to mess with Lin Haitang, sycophantically delivered a compliment.
Missing a front tooth in his mouth, his speech always whistled as he spoke.
His face, still spotted with unhealed bruising—blue and purple—looked even more comical.
