novelaction Chapter 283 The Devil's Smile
Chapter 283 The Devil's Smile
The night is like ink,
It quietly permeated the surroundings, shrouding the entire room in a deep darkness. Only the faint moonlight filtering in from the window could barely outline the vague outlines of the room.
On this quiet night, Han Jinlong lay quietly on the hospital bed, his body tightly wrapped in layers of bandages, as if he was a mummy just unearthed from an ancient tomb.
The bandages were wrapped from the top of his head to his ankles, tightly wrapping his body, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
These eyes flickered faintly in the darkness, like two lonely stars.
His breathing was steady and deep, and every rise and fall caused the bandage to tremble slightly, as if speaking of his inner tenacity.
There was a hint of fatigue on Han Jinlong's face, but his eyes were extremely firm.
His hands were bandaged to his sides, unable to move, and he could only express his emotions through his eyes.
His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, as if he was thinking about something important, or perhaps recalling past experiences.
Beside Han Jinlong's bed, a man with scars all over his face was standing angrily. There was a fierce look on his face, and his eyes flashed with anger and unwillingness.
He said in a rough voice:
"Boss! Let's fuck him! How dare Zhang Yun be so bold and presumptuous.
Don’t take us seriously.”
He clenched his fists tightly, as if ready to rush out and settle the score with Zhang Yun at any time.
Han Jinlong glanced at Scarface silently, his eyes were as cold as ice, with a hint of warning and dissatisfaction.
His voice was low and powerful, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat:
"Don't take me with you if you want to die!
In our line of work, the most important thing is to have good sense and know who to mess with and who not to mess with."
There was an unquestionable authority in his words, as if telling Scarface that he must understand his position.
Han Jinlong's body moved slightly, and the bandage made a slight friction sound as he moved.
His eyes became more serious and his voice became more severe:
"We were blind to deal with Zhang Yun and the others today.
Damn it, you are still thinking about revenge!
Are you hoping for my death? "
There was a hint of anger and helplessness in his voice, as if he was blaming Scarface for his recklessness.
Scarface was stunned by Han Jinlong's words. A trace of panic flashed in his eyes, as if he had just realized his mistake.
He took a step back slightly, and the fierce look on his face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of panic and uneasiness.
Han Jinlong continued:
"If you get beaten, stand at attention. Don't go around saying you were eaten by zombies.
Is Zhang Yun someone we can afford to offend?"
There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, as if the argument had just taken away all his remaining strength.
His eyes swept over Scarface again, with a hint of disappointment and warning in them, as if reminding him not to make similar mistakes again.
Scarface lowered his head, not daring to look into Han Jinlong's eyes again. There was a trace of guilt and regret on his face.
He knew that his impulsiveness not only put himself in danger, but also brought unnecessary trouble to Han Jinlong.
Scarface stood beside Han Jinlong's bed, his body slightly stiff, his hands clenched tightly, his nails deeply embedded in his palms.
There was resentment and anger in his eyes, but he didn't dare to show it directly.
He muttered softly:
"Boss, are we just going to let this go?" There was a hint of reluctance in his voice, as if he was still expecting Han Jinlong to change his mind.
Han Jinlong showed a helpless smile on his face, a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes, but his tone was extremely firm:
"Of course we can't just let it go like this. From now on, we have to remember that we want to be dogs!
As long as Zhang Yun is here, we will be dogs!
Lick Zhang Yun and become his personal lackey!"
There was a helpless determination in his voice, as if telling Scarface that this was the only way out.
Scarface's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.
His mouth opened slightly, and there was a hint of surprise and confusion in his voice:
"Ah! Boss, yours doesn't count. It doesn't count like this!" There was a trace of confusion in his eyes, as if he had just realized the seriousness of the matter.
Han Jinlong's tone was unusually calm, as if he was talking about something very ordinary:
"Of course! Do you think I'm lying?" There was a hint of firmness in his voice, as if telling Scarface that this was the only way to survive.
He raised his head slightly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, looking directly into Scarface's eyes:
"Scar! Remember!
You only have one life!
He who knows the current affairs is a hero!
When it’s time to bow your head, you have to bow your head.”
Scarface was forced to step back slightly due to Han Jinlong's gaze. A bitter smile appeared on his face, and his eyes flashed with helplessness and unwillingness.
He lowered his head, with a hint of frustration in his voice:
"Boss, I...I understand." There was a slight tremor in his voice, as if the shock just now was still echoing in his heart.
Han Jinlong sighed slightly, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
He knew that Scarface's reluctance was not without reason, but he also knew that facing an opponent like Zhang Yun, they had no choice.
He whispered:
"Scar, I know you're not convinced, but sometimes, you have to bow your head so you can look up better.
Remember, being alive is the most important thing." There was a hint of comfort in his voice, as if trying to ease Scarface's dissatisfaction.
Scarface raised his head, his eyes thoughtful. He nodded and whispered:
"Boss, I understand." There was a hint of firmness in his voice, as if he had already accepted this cruel reality.
Han Jinlong's tone was filled with helplessness and seriousness, as if he was explaining a crucial fact to Scarface:
"There's a monument to suppress the market inside the fasting center!
No one’s forbidden ruins can be used, just like those believers of the Ancient God Church!
The fourth, sixth and twelfth seats imprisoned in the fasting center are terrifying beings who can get whatever they want outside. They are powerful beings at the Wuliang and Klein levels.
Outside, we are even like ants in front of them!
But inside this fasting house, the three of them pose no threat to us."
He paused for a moment, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and continued:
"But, Zhang Yun! He can use his abilities!"
Han Jinlong still dares not forget the horrifying scene he saw in the cafeteria at noon.
The murderous spear instantly rushed out of Zhang Yun's body, killing dozens of people instantly, devouring their flesh and blood, and turning them all into nothing.
“What a horrible thing this is!
Have you ever thought about why Zhang Yun can use his ability? "Han Jinlong's voice was filled with anxiety, as if he was waiting for Scarface's answer.
Scarface stood there blankly, a confused look on his face:
“Boss, I feel like my brain has really been eaten by zombies, I can’t think of it!
I don't know!" He lowered his head stupidly, looking a little overwhelmed.
Han Jinlong's face was tightly wrapped in layers of bandages, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, which were now flashing with a complex light.
The muscles on his face twitched slightly, and the bandages trembled slightly, looking a little funny but helpless.
He felt that the IQ of his men was worrying.
It's like playing the lute to a donkey.
Hard to collapse.
It makes people want to vomit blood.
He took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone calm. His voice came out from behind the bandages, sounding a little muffled:
"There are only two possibilities!
The first possibility is that Zhang Yun is not an official staff member of the fasting center, and his strength has not been suppressed.
Another possibility is that Zhang Yun's strength is so terrifying that even the Zhenxu Monument cannot suppress it."
Scarface was standing aside. When he heard Han Jinlong's words, his eyes widened instantly and his pupils shrank slightly, as if he had been hit by something heavy.
There was a shocked expression on his face, his mouth slightly open, as if he was still trying to digest Han Jinlong's words.
After a moment, he raised his head with a look of realization, a flicker of fear and awe in his eyes:
"Boss, are you saying...?"
Han Jinlong nodded slightly. Although his expression could not be seen clearly under the bandage, his voice was solemn and helpless.
"Yes!
No matter what the situation is, Zhang Yun is someone we can't afford to offend!
In the first case, we are all prisoners, and if we provoke the authorities again, we will be fools.
The second situation is terrifying!
It would be a blessing if I wasn’t targeted by such a strong person.
What else could you ask for?
Scarface's face turned pale, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, as if he had just realized the danger he and Han Jinlong were facing.
He lowered his head, his voice trembling:
“Boss, I understand.
I will never speak nonsense again."
........
The next day, a glimmer of dawn appeared in the sky. At the moment when the sun and the moon alternated, the entire prison was still immersed in the hazy morning light.
There was a damp and oppressive atmosphere in the air, as if even time had become slow and heavy here.
"Bang!"
A loud noise suddenly broke the tranquility of the early morning, and the prison door was pushed open, making a violent echo.
The sound echoed in the empty corridor like a thunder, instantly breaking the silence of the prison.
The prisoners in the cells were awakened by the sudden loud noise.
They rubbed their sleepy eyes, with a hint of confusion and impatience on their faces.
Some people cursed under their breath, while others, with a hint of curiosity, stuck their heads out of the iron bars on the iron gate and looked at the passage outside.
There was a habitual vigilance and curiosity in their eyes, because usually the situation was that a new prisoner had arrived.
The prison corridor looked particularly eerie in the early morning light. On both sides of the long corridor were cold iron doors, and behind each door lay an unknown story.
The prisoners' eyes flickered with complex lights, some with a hint of gloating, as if they were expecting the arrival of new prisoners to bring some new fun to this boring prison life;
Others were a little worried that the arrival of new prisoners would disrupt the already fragile balance in the prison.
"Number! This is your cell!"
A rough voice echoed in the empty corridor, carrying a hint of unquestionable majesty.
Several prison guards in black, with burly build and expressionless faces, walked in front with heavy steps. Their figures looked particularly cold and grim under the dim light.
Following behind them was a handsome young man wearing glasses, with a hint of confusion and calmness in his eyes.
The boy's hair was a little messy, and his glasses reflected a faint light under the light, making him look a little fragile.