Chapter Eighty The Only Hope Flying Library Net

  Zhang Jun furrowed his brow and said, "I've only met you once, what kind of trouble could I have gotten into?"

  The dragon head smiled and said, "Those who are monitoring me, one is smarter than the other. If they find out about your relationship with Huabu Yi, 100% will think of many things. For example, whether I want to establish contact with Huabu Yi through you? Or whether I want to take you in and control you to regain power over the Dragon Gate? Even, they will think that you are specially sent by Huabu Yi to try to get involved with the Dragon Gate."

  Zhang Jun was furious in his heart, he didn't want to have anything to do with this old man at all. But now it had become a piece of mud on his pants, whether it was shit or not, it was still shit.

  "Don't look at me like that," Long said. "This is a challenge for you, but it's also an opportunity. Besides, you came knocking on the door yourself, I didn't drag you here. If you want to blame someone, blame the heavens."

  Zhang Jun took a deep breath and said: "This matter, I need to discuss with Master before making a decision."

  "Alright, I won't stop you," Long said, "but I will still support you with all my might."

  "It seems I've boarded a pirate ship and can't get off now." He calmed down at this moment, saying lightly, "Speak up, how can you support me?"

  "Don't rush, we have plenty of time, let's chat slowly." Then he shouted loudly outside, "Dinner is served."

  Soon, several people carried in a table and chairs, followed by serving dishes, even including a bottle of white wine. The dragon head asked Zhang Jun to sit opposite him, while the others stood aside, not daring to sit at the table.

  Zhang Jun was very calm about it and picked up his rice to eat. From last night to this morning, he had been tossed around for a whole night and was already hungry.

  The dragon head ate slowly, and as he ate, he said, "Little brother, this breakfast tastes okay, right?"

  He swallowed the food in his mouth and pointed at a dish of stir-fried green peppers with meat: "This dish is poisoned."

  The people around changed their faces, and some even broke out in a cold sweat.

  The dragon head smiled and said, "Hehe", picked up a dish with chopsticks, put it in the bowl, mixed it with rice and ate it, saying: "I want to live on, I have to eat. They want to poison me, where can I hide?"

  Zhang Jun shook his head: "So you knew all along." Just now, under the Buddha's eye, he immediately sensed that there was a swirling toxic gas in the dish. The Buddha's eye is clear and discerning, and it can't be hidden from him.

  Long Wang slowly finished his meal, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and suddenly said to Old Hu: "Old Hu, this is the sixty-third time you've poisoned me. Back then when you were sent to prison and suffered serious injuries, it was I who saved your life. Is this how you repay me, by continuously poisoning me sixty-three times?"

  Lao Hu, who was the one who had previously scolded Zhang Jun, turned pale upon hearing this. With a "thud", he knelt down, his voice trembling as he begged: "Dragon Head, spare my life. You also know that I couldn't refuse them."

  "Indeed, you're not the only one who can't refuse. The Dragon Head sighed, "You people, some of whom were my former subordinates and others I met in prison, now all address me as Dragon Head."

  Everyone dared not interrupt and quietly listened to what Long Tou had to say.

  "Each and every one of you has had a glorious history, either as a powerful local tyrant or a heroic champion of a province. I once said that if we combine the strength of all of you, it would be even more powerful than Longmen," said Dragon Head. "Some of you have betrayed me, but I don't hold grudges. When under someone's roof, one has to bow their head; if I were in your shoes, I wouldn't have a choice either. Old Hu, get up."

  Old Hu's face was filled with shame, he slowly stood up and hung his head very low.

  The dragon head's gaze swept over everyone in the room, and he said slowly: "You all know that being locked up in a place like this means you'll never be able to leave for the rest of your life. But today I'm giving you a glimmer of hope, a chance to walk out."

  Everyone was shocked and looked up at the dragon's head in unison.

  Zhang Jun found that the eyes of these people were not ordinary, either fierce or sinister, like tigers, wolves, and leopards, all kinds of colors, obviously they were not ordinary people.

  He was secretly shocked, these various strong men were actually all obedient to him alone, this person really had means!

  The dragon head smiled slightly and said, "I have decided to formally accept the young brother in front of me as a disciple. His name is Zhang Jun, the 39th generation successor of the Shen Nong Sect, and his master is Hua Bu Yi."

  Everyone's gaze turned to Zhang Jun, their eyes complex with anticipation, doubt and even murderous intent. After all, they didn't quite understand why the dragon head had suddenly made such a decision?

  "Dragon Head, is this person trustworthy?" someone asked, a man in his fifties.

  "Dragon Head asked: 'Do you have a second way out?'"

  The other party immediately shut their mouth, it was clear that no matter whether Zhang was trustworthy or not, they were all going to bet on this.

  "I originally said I would take you out of here, but after so many years, there has been no chance. Today, an opportunity is in front of us, think carefully, whether to seize it or not." The dragon head's tone was cold and stern, "Either die old in the big courtyard, or put everything on the line and gamble once. If you lose, nothing will change. But if you win, you can win a future!"

  Lao Hu stamped his foot and said loudly: "Dragon Head, I'm willing!"

  These people have actually given up on going out a long time ago. As long as there is even the slightest possibility, they will not give up. One person said so, and others responded in unison.

  The leader waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about it for now, let's finish dinner first and discuss it with the others to see how many people are willing."

  Everyone agreed and then filed out in an orderly manner.

  Zhang Jun's face didn't look too good, and Long Tou's words made it even harder for him to get off the boat. The fact that he had joined his sect would probably be spread out soon and known by many people.

  The leader seemed to have guessed his thoughts and smiled: "Don't worry, as long as they are willing to support you, today's events will not be known to outsiders."

  Zhang Jun's heart moved, and he asked: "What did you say?"

  "Before you came, we didn't have a common interest. Although they were intimidated by me, they had no loyalty to speak of. After you appeared, everything changed. We now have a common interest and they will keep this matter in their belly, absolutely not telling outsiders." said the Dragon Head.

  "Not everyone may agree with this," he said.

  "Those who don't support you will die." The dragon head said calmly, as if it was the most normal thing to say.

  Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes, and in the dim light, he saw countless vengeful spirits flashing behind Long Shou's back, weaving into a bloody glow. This person, who knows how many people he has killed, is absolutely a ruthless character.

  The whole morning, Long Tou was talking to Zhang Jun. He finally knew that Long Tou's real name was Chu Cang Mang. He had a wife and a daughter outside, their identities were extremely confidential, no one else knew.

  Chu Cang told him that anyone who can enter the fourth prison is not a simple character. These people all have a backhand, and once they come out, they will be able to quickly regain power. In recent years, he has been operating with these people, hoping for such a day.

  "These people, are they all worth Dragon Head's attention?" Zhang Jun asked, among the over a hundred people, he felt it was impossible for every single one of them to have value.

  "Not that many." Chu Cang Mang said lightly, "I've investigated their backgrounds, and there are only thirty-seven people who can help you, including me."

  Zhang Jun's heart chilled, as if he had foreseen something. His face changed color and he said: "Are the other ninety-nine people going to die?"

  Chu Cang Mang didn't say a word, he just raised his head and sighed: "Here, what's the difference between dying early or late?"

  Zhang Jun fell silent, he was not a Bodhisattva, and naturally would not be affected by the lives and deaths of these vicious people. However, after all, killing hundreds of people at once, his heart could not help but feel a pang of sorrow.

  That day, the prison guards on the watchtower found it strange that everyone in the big yard was extremely quiet. They didn't tend to the vegetables in the garden, they didn't play basketball, and no one chatted under the sun; all of them had gone into their rooms.

  As for what happened in the big yard, the prison guards were just curious, as long as these people didn't go out, even if they died, it was not necessary to ask, this is the rule of No. 4 Prison.

  It wasn't until evening that the prison guards saw people coming out of their cells, but there were only thirty-six. These thirty-six people kept carrying large sacks on their backs and then burying them in the vegetable garden.

  The prison guards' eyes showed a look of shock, such things happen from time to time, but each time only one or two people are buried as fertilizer, today hundreds were buried at once!

  "Report! Report! Something big has happened in the yard! Over a hundred people have become fertilizer!" The prison guard's voice was trembling, his stomach churning.

  In the emergency control room, the warden sprang to his feet, his eyes fixed intently on the screen, a vein bulging on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and spat out each word: "Chu Cangmang, what the hell do you want to do?"

  Behind him, a prison guard turned pale and said, "Prison warden, should we go over there to handle it?"

  "How are you going to deal with this? Walking into the midst of these devils, how many people do you think will come back alive?" The prison warden sneered, "Die, it's best if all of you die, I'd be delighted to have some peace and quiet!"

  In the end, Prison No. 4 took no action and only strengthened its surveillance of the big yard.

  At the same time, thirty-six people crowded into the small room, some squatting and some standing, but all of them were staring at Chu Cang Mang. Many of them still had bloodstains on their bodies.

  Zhang Jun sat quietly beside him, his mood rather complicated.

  "It seems that you have all thought it through and understood. Very well. Next, let's see your trump cards."

  Old Hu was the first to come over, staring at Zhang Jun and saying: "You'd better not disappoint us!"

  "You don't have to tell me anything."

  Old Hu's eyes blazed with anger, and he let out a heavy hum before saying, "After you leave, find someone named Chen Jie and tell him that you are the Avenger."

  "Is that it?" Zhang Jun was very surprised, he didn't think the so-called trump card would be so simple.

  "He will tell you everything you want to know, and all of my secrets, including property, family, confidants, and so on."

  Zhang Jun nodded and said: "Don't worry, I won't let you lose anything."