Chapter Eleven: My Name Is Ren, a Compassionate Man
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Hearing that Hua Gu and his gang were about to make a move on Qiu Gang’ao, the prisoners lined up behind them stopped their commotion and instead started joking and laughing quietly.
It should be known that within this Stanley Prison, there was a clear hierarchy of disdain. Apart from inmates involved in special cases, former police officers who had committed crimes were the least favored by the other prisoners. Especially someone like Qiu Gang’ao, once the rising star of the police force.
Back then, he had been celebrated outside, having captured countless criminals, climbing to prominence by stepping on the heads of many inmates. He had offended too many prisoners, so now that he was imprisoned in Stanley Prison, it was easy to imagine what kind of retaliation awaited him.
The once-glorious major crimes squad led by Qiu Gang’ao now found each of its members in equally miserable, even tragic circumstances. Yet the prisoners here were used to such occurrences and felt no sympathy whatsoever.
Hua Gu instructed the tattooed man, “A-Lang, you keep watch by the door. If anyone comes, shout out.” Then he signaled the others to push open the door and enter the communal bathhouse of the prison.
The tattooed man stood guard idle, chatting casually with other inmates who had come to watch the unfolding drama. He spoke carelessly, but then turned and spotted Song Ren standing quietly aside. He couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows at him and mockingly lifted his chin, saying, “Suck suck suck.”
Song Ren glanced at him but ignored the provocation.
The tattooed man walked over and patted his shoulder with the back of his hand. “Hey, can’t you hear me? Standing there like a zombie.”
Song Ren brushed his hand away, frowning. “What do you want?”
The tattooed man sized him up from head to toe. “Not bad figure. What’s your name?”
Song Ren glanced around. The prison guards outside the block were far away, with obstacles blocking their view. It was unlikely they could see what was happening here. With that in mind, he casually replied, “A-Ren.”
The tattooed man teased, “A-Ren? Who’s A-Ren? A good guy?”
The surrounding prisoners caught the teasing tone and chuckled softly.
“...”
Song Ren remained silent but scanned the prisoners encircling him, all ready for a show.
Seeing Song Ren ignore him, the tattooed man slapped his shoulder hard a few times and growled, “I’m talking to you! Who’s Ren? Are you deaf?”
Song Ren looked at him calmly. “Ren as in ‘benevolent.’”
The tattooed man couldn’t help but grin. “Benevolent?”
Song Ren smiled lightly in return. “Yes, because I am a benevolent man.”
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The tattooed man burst into loud laughter at Song Ren’s serious admission. “Hey, hey, still so serious! Do you know where you are? This is Stanley Prison!”
“You say you’re benevolent in prison? Haha, are you joking?”
The surrounding prisoners, caught up in the mood, laughed and teased:
“A-Lang, this newbie is so benevolent, you better not bully him.”
“You gotta admit, this guy looks soft and tender, definitely benevolent.”
“A-Ren, you—”
Boom!
The laughter abruptly stopped.
The tattooed man, who had been laughing with his hands on his hips, suddenly received a vicious kick to the stomach. His back arched sharply, his body nearly doubled over, with his toes lifted off the ground.
His flying body slammed into the iron door of the communal bathhouse and was then thrown several meters away before rolling on the ground.
A large mouthful of blood spilled from his mouth as he hit the floor.
The sudden turn of events plunged the scene into deadly silence.
The nearby prisoners seemed as if their throats had been seized; they stretched their necks and stared dumbfounded at the scene.
Gulp!
Someone involuntarily swallowed.
Song Ren turned his head with a faint smile and asked, “I said I’m benevolent. Who objects?”
“...”
The prisoners surrounding the door fell silent, especially unnerved by Song Ren’s eyes that never stopped smiling.
There was a world of difference between kicking someone down and kicking them flying.
Had they not seen the tattooed man lying motionless on the ground?
That kick looked painful…
Once blood was spilled, the guards’ attention was sure to be drawn.
Song Ren stepped into the empty outer area of the bathhouse and crouched beside the tattooed A-Lang, who was just catching his breath, and asked:
“My name is A-Ren. Which ‘Ren’ did you mean?”
A-Lang’s mouth still foamed with blood. Looking at Song Ren’s hostile expression, he shivered all over and stammered, “Ren, Brother Ren, is your Ren the benevolent Ren?”
Smack!
A crisp slap sounded as Song Ren wiped the blood off A-Lang’s body. “I think you were mocking me. I’ll give you one more chance.”
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A-Lang’s cheek burned painfully, his voice muffled and shrinking. “Brother Ren, no, it’s not what you said. Your Ren is benevolent Ren, right…”
Smack!
Song Ren wiped the blood off A-Lang again. “Do I look like a benevolent man?”
A-Lang weakly replied, “Looks like?”
Smack!
Song Ren: “Does it?”
A-Lang’s face was swollen high, his voice slurred and quivering with tears, “No, no, not like it.”
Smack!
A-Lang spat out blood foam, “Brother Ren, whether it looks like it or not, I get hit…”
Song Ren: “Because you’re right.”
“...”
Song Ren ignored him, stood up, and entered the inner shower room of the bathhouse.
At the door stood six or seven prisoners in only towels, watching the show and occasionally cheering.
It was quite lively inside, the water running steadily from the showers, and the cheering and shouting noisy.
No wonder there was a big commotion outside, yet no one inside had noticed.
Song Ren brusquely pushed aside the prisoners blocking the door. “Move aside.”
The pushed prisoners were immediately annoyed. “Damn, why the squeeze?”
But Song Ren left them with only his back, walking straight inside.
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