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Chapter 1073 1049: King Yan Prison

A few police cars had been driving on the road for over an hour, having already turned from the highway onto a road paved with yellow sand. Around them were plains and villages, but not far away, there was a small hill.

Though called a small hill, it could hardly be considered a mountain. Seen from afar, it was merely an earthen mound, less than two hundred meters high. However, the surroundings were exceedingly desolate. Only when getting closer would one discover that there were actually buildings on this mound.

This is where the so-called King Yan Prison is located.

The police cars had already approached, arriving at the foot of the hill. The tall iron gate opened, numerous guards stood there armed with guns, and only after the police cars drove in did it close tightly.

Starting from the entrance, a barbed wire fence five meters high extended to both sides, enclosing the entire hill as well as part of the adjacent empty land.

In a nearby room, a man as chubby as a Maitreya Buddha sat with his eyes closed, swaying his head. There was a radio on the table before him, playing Peking opera.

"I remember on Dragon Boat Festival Day I paid homage to the Emperor, I mentioned with you in the court the matter of marrying in, you seemed uncertain~~~"

In this man's arms, he held a purple clay teapot from which steam was rising.

Just then, the door suddenly was pushed open.

"Buddha—"

The man extended his hand, signaling the prison guard to remain silent, standing behind, waiting for the man nicknamed Kyoto Buddha to finish listening to the song.

After a long while, the Buddha opened his eyes, his face breaking into a smile, a smile that seemed to make his eyes disappear: "Nothing beats the good stuff from our ancestors."

"Buddha, the person you wanted has arrived."

"Oh, they've arrived?"

The Buddha drank directly from the spout of the teapot. Then he stood up, placed the teapot aside, still smiling.

"Impressive efficiency, I thought it would take a few days. I wonder what kind of person the Liou Family values so much that they need me to personally intervene."

"Buddha, what's the next step?"

"What else can we do? The Yanjing families are all watching, and now that he's come to me, it won't do to not treat him well. Otherwise, I'd lose my reputation as a benevolent Buddha. Isn't it well known I have a good reputation?"

The Buddha turned to give a scolding. He indeed resembled a Maitreya Buddha, his belly protruding.

The prison guard, however, lowered his head, his back soaked in sweat.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Do you not agree?"

"Buddha, you're right."

The prison guard quickly agreed, although he knew there was more unsaid. The Buddha being benevolent was true, but was it easy to get anything from him?

"Alright then, since he's here, follow our procedures and inform those prisoners."

"Buddha, to what extent should we go this time?"

"This time, there are no limits. Tell them, if anyone can eliminate this person, I can get them released from prison, and I'll erase their records."

"Understood."

The prison guard went down, and the Buddha patted his own belly, seemingly sighing, before sitting back down.

"This job won't be easy."

Meanwhile, in the Yanjing Clan.

"What? He's really been sent to Kyoto Buddha's place?"

Lying on the hospital bed, Zhang Shaohu's eyes lit up.

"He really has, sir."

"Hahaha!" Zhang Shaohu burst into wild laughter, "He's doomed! He dared offend the Liou Family. Little did he expect they'd tripped him up so quickly, this time he'll meet his end."

The Huang Family.

In Huang Shaowei's room, a woman was tied in a spread-eagle position on the bed, completely naked, while Huang Shaowei wore a sickly smile, holding a candle. The burning candle dripped hot wax onto her chest.

The woman screamed in agony while Huang Shaowei sneered.

At that moment, the room was opened, and Huang Shaowei angrily exclaimed, "You fool! Did I let you in?"

The Huang family servant trembled, nervously saying, "Sir, I have some news."

"Speak quickly! If it's not important, I'll skin you alive today!"

"Ren, Ren Feng has been sent to the Buddha."

Huang Shaowei was stunned, then his face lit up with joy: "Really?"

Liou Yushan was the same, just waiting for news from the Buddha.

"Sir, what about Liou Rumei's Qingcheng International?"

"No rush, I have plenty of time to play with them. For now, let's deal with Ren Feng first!"

Aside from these three families, other families in Yanjing also quickly learned of the news, while those unrelated watched quietly.

Ren Feng's matter had become a vortex in Yanjing, countless undercurrents surging.

No one wanted to reach out to save Ren Feng, as it was unrelated to them, so Ren Feng's fate did not concern them.

Meanwhile, Ren Feng finally jumped out of the sealed car, glancing around, noting the slightly desolate look of the prison, though there were many guards, all armed.

"Here."

A prison guard led the way, and Ren Feng followed him inside. After entering the room, the guards wanted to follow procedures for Ren Feng to undress.

"Let's skip this procedure."

Ren Feng said casually.

"That's not possible, it's prison procedure. Haircut, photo, disinfection, not a single step can be skipped."

"You really think I'm a prisoner?" Ren Feng laughed.

"No matter who you are, you're a prisoner once inside," the guard said coldly.

Ren Feng shook his head, "I'm just in a good mood, wanting to play along with the so-called Yanjing Clan. Either let me in, or I'll leave."

"It's not up to you to come and go as you please here."

The guard grew angry, reaching to grab Ren Feng, but unexpectedly, Ren Feng reversed the grip, grasping the guard's arm, twisting it around his neck, holding it firmly in his hand.

Crack!

Countless guards around aimed their guns at Ren Feng. Their gazes were icy, ready to shoot at any moment if Ren Feng moved an inch.

"Get someone, tell the Buddha, if the procedures aren't skipped, I'll leave, not playing along," Ren Feng said calmly.

The guards' faces looked extremely absurd, as if in disbelief.

The scene stalled, but shortly after, a guard ran up.

"The Buddha said the procedures may be skipped, but you must hand over your belongings."

"Alright."

Ren Feng released his grip, letting the almost suffocated guard fall to the ground, then took out his phone from his pocket, activated the deletion program, and tossed it away.

"Follow me."

The guard led Ren Feng forward.