Chapter 2180: Brother Meng
The office door slammed shut heavily. The meeting was over!
What remained was to see how Youming himself would choose. As the race's leader, decisions that concerned the fate of an entire race couldn't be made lightly.
The fate of his clan weighed on his shoulders!
Whether he truly wanted to imprison Jiangnan and extract the formula for the potent drug before negotiating, or stick to his conservative strategy and avoid taking risks—
No matter the outcome, Jiangnan had already planted the seeds of resistance in Youming's heart.
Once the door to freedom cracked open, one couldn't help but want to push it wide open!
The question was, did Youming dare to reach out?
Jiu Lan bit her lower lip, her expression dejected:
(◞‸◟) "Lord Youming disagreed. It's not his fault—after so many failures, his spirit was long worn away."
"But I think what you said makes sense. If you don't fight for it, you'll never get what you want."
"I'll try to persuade Lord Youming again later. It's just... you might have to stay in Ming He Death Prison for a very long time."
Jiangnan smiled and waved his hand dismissively:
(︶.̮︶〃)ﾉ "No need to persuade. It's meaningless. Besides, I've already achieved the goal of this meeting."
"Youming said that nine out of ten things in this world go against expectations. Now that it's come to this, some things are no longer up to him."
Jiangnan looked mysterious, clearly with his own plans.
Jiu Lan frowned. What did he mean?
Lord Youming obviously disagreed—he'd even kicked Jiangnan out. How could the goal have been achieved?
She wanted to ask further, but Bing Chacha, who had been pacing nervously in the corridor drawing circles, was beside himself with anxiety.
After all, the loud crash and Lord Youming's roar had just come from the office.
The meeting hadn't gone well, and Bing Chacha had already cursed Youming a thousand times in his heart.
Seeing Jiangnan and Jiu Lan emerge, Bing Chacha's eyes lit up. He hurried over and asked nervously:
(งᵒ̌﹏ᵒ̌)ง "N... Boss Nan, how did the meeting go? Are you in a good mood? Lord Youming has a hot temper and speaks bluntly. Please don't take it to heart!"
Jiangnan grinned and stepped forward, patting Bing Chacha's shoulder approvingly.
(。ớ↼ờ)ھ "I'm in a pretty good mood right now. I'll do you a favor. Come closer."
Bing Chacha almost cried out loud. Finally, finally, he was going to tell him the clue to happiness?
Thinking about all the suffering he'd endured these days, this was the moment!
Bing Chacha quickly leaned in.
Jiu Lan looked puzzled. What were they whispering about?
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Jiangnan: (ﾉ)ಡ3ಡ) "I put it in Chong Feiyu's cell, in a very obvious spot. Go find it yourself."
"After all, the most dangerous place is the safest place, right?"
With that, Jiangnan laughed heartily and swaggered away.
But Bing Chacha stood frozen, feeling as if a giant thunderbolt had struck his head.
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What the hell—he put it in Chong Feiyu's cell?! Why would you put it there? How was he supposed to get it back?
Dangerous was an understatement!
[From Bing Chacha: Resentment +1008!]
[From...]
Chong Feiyu had easily handled those two lunatics, Yakeli and Damon!
Going to her for happiness? He'd be eaten alive without a trace!
Bing Chacha knelt powerlessly, the light fading from his eyes, utterly dejected.
(〃งཀ益ཀ)ง
This was utterly ridiculous!
But soon, Bing Chacha reignited his fighting spirit. So what? Chong Feiyu wasn't always in her cell.
Sooner or later, he'd catch a chance. When she was out, he'd sneak in and retrieve his happiness!
Happiness had to be fought for. If you didn't fight, nothing would ever change!
At that moment, Bing Chacha's gaze was resolute—he was fired up!
٩(☄◠☄๑)و
But just then, Youming's dark, furious roar came from the office:
"Bing Chacha! Get the hell in here! Now! Immediately!"
Bing Chacha shuddered. Damn! Had the warden heard what he'd just said?
Could he be any more unlucky?
Bing Chacha could only walk toward the office with a miserable expression...
After the meeting, Jiangnan returned to his cell as usual.
The half-destroyed Ming He Death Prison was being rebuilt as quickly as possible. The Youming Legion soldiers who had come to support were satisfied and returned to Pearl Star Harbor.
As for the Pearl Star Harbor robbery, it seemed to have been brushed aside. No big waves were stirred. Youming didn't mention how to handle it, nor did he show any intention of pursuing it.
But he also showed no sign of releasing Yehua. That poor sucker was still locked in the interrogation room.
Although Ming He Death Prison wasn't fully repaired yet, that didn't stop Jiangnan from doing business.
Every night at ten, Boss Nan's Convenience Store opened as usual, still bustling.
The line stretched into a long dragon. Taro and Samo managed the store's affairs.
Sonya had taken leave, saying he needed to recover his cleared HP.
Suddenly, a commotion arose in the corridor. The prisoners quickly cleared a path, standing at attention and calling out in unison:
∠(｀ω´*) "Hello, Brother Meng!"
At this moment, Damon stood in the corridor, scratching his head shyly. Bruises and handprints were still visible on his cheeks, looking a bit out of place.
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Even the prison guards cast respectful glances at Damon.
Damon said awkwardly:
୧(ლ)ŏ﹏ŏ) "Wh... what's going on? You all usually call me Big Mengmeng, right?"
"S... suddenly like this, I'm not used to it at all..."
"I just came to stand in line. I'm not disturbing you, am I?"
The prisoners twitched their mouths. Well, you could be a bit more arrogant.
This polite, healing Big Mengmeng in front of them—was he really the Damon who had gone toe-to-toe with Yakeli that day?
With strength like that, you didn't need to be so restrained!
Immediately, a prisoner stepped forward: "Hey, Brother Meng is here to buy something. Why stand in line? Go right ahead!"
"Brothers in front, make room for Brother Meng!"
The prisoners at the front voluntarily stepped aside for Damon, moving to the back of the line.
Damon looked embarrassed: "This... this isn't good? I'd better queue. I just wanted to see if Brother Jiangnan is safe, and I also wanted to..."
But Damon couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the prisoners; they pushed him to the front.
In fact, after Chong Feiyu wrapped him in silk that day, he quickly fell unconscious, and his second personality took over.
The brutal, mad Emperor Sha personality was suppressed. Damon had no memory of what happened. When he woke up, he was in his own cell.
So the way everyone treated him made him a bit uncomfortable.
As Damon entered the shop, the atmosphere suddenly froze.
Samo, Borden, and Black Steel trembled. Almost instinctively, they dropped to their knees with a thud before Damon.
Because they still remembered the scene that day. Just thinking about it made their legs uncontrollably weak.
Damon was shocked: ∑(°口°(ლ) "Wh... what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should I see a prison doctor? Let me help you up!"
He stepped forward to help Black Steel, but Black Steel let out a sharp scream, pushed himself back, and slid on his knees in reverse, sparks flying from his kneecaps.
It wasn't that Black Steel was a coward, but a person's aura couldn't be faked, especially after witnessing Damon's ferocious side.
Whenever he saw Damon, he'd recall that bloody Emperor Sha. It was natural to be afraid.
Damon's outstretched hand froze. He seemed to realize something, a hint of loss and self-blame in his eyes.
Had he lost control again?
Just then, Jiangnan poked his head out, eyes sparkling as he looked at Damon:
(ﾟꇴﾟ)ﾂ "Yo! Big Mengmeng is here? Recovering well?"
"I've got some special medicine for injuries. Want some? Free of charge!"
After all, Damon had stood up to protect "him" back then.
Seeing that Jiangnan was fine, Damon's face lit up with joy: "It's nothing. I'm used to getting beaten. This is just a minor injury. I'm glad Brother Jiangnan is okay."
"I... I wanted to buy another sewing machine. The one I had got broken in the riot, and I lost my bunny doll, so..."
Jiangnan's expression softened. What a good, healing Big Mengmeng.
୧(๑⁼̴〰⁼̴) "We're all friends. Why buy? I'll give you one for free!"
Damon quickly refused: "No, no... I'd rather buy it. I can't keep taking things from Brother Jiangnan for free. It's just that I don't have that many crystals."
"When I can go down to the river again, I'll fish some more to make it up to you."
Jiangnan waved casually, hoisted a sewing machine for Damon, and smiled: "It's nothing. Just a small thing! Oh, by the way, if you're free tonight, I'll come to your cell. I have something I'd like to discuss with you."
Damon hugged the sewing machine, delighted: "Welcome anytime!"
With that, he left cheerfully, hugging the sewing machine. Jiangnan rested his chin on his hand, looking intrigued.
This didn't quite match what Black Steel had described earlier.
Was Damon really that brutal? And that baleful aura—Jiangnan was more than a little interested. It was worth investigating.
Wang Youzhi sidled up, a sly grin on his face:
(˵ಡʖ̫ಡ) "What? You want this one too?"
Jiangnan chuckled: (͡°̫͡°) "Of course! Why else did I come in? These are all talents. I can't bear to let them rot and mold in this death prison."
Wang Youzhi warned: "You'd better be careful. I've seen his Emperor Sha personality. He's a pure madman, impossible to reason with."
"Once he loses control, you might be the one getting cut."
Jiangnan threw an arm around Wang Youzhi's shoulder, looking confident:
(ɔ￢↼￢(ಡ⇀ಡC) "That's what makes it interesting, isn't it?"
Wang Youzhi: (˵ಡ̫ಡ˵) "Count me in tonight."