The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

"Nothing." Prisoner Skeleton lit his lighter and threw it at the oil drum next to the container. "I just think it's more fun if it's a little more lively."

"Run!" Chen Yifan grabbed Su Yang and rushed behind the container next to him.

"boom--!!!"

A huge explosion sounded, flames shot up into the sky, and the air wave blew them away. Su Yang fell heavily to the ground, his ears buzzing, and he didn't react for a long time.

When he regained consciousness, he found that Chen Yifan was pressing on him, his back was burned, and his clothes were scorched.

"Brother Chen! How are you?"

Su Yang was so anxious that his voice trembled. He reached out to check Chen Yifan's breath and felt his carotid artery. Only after confirming that he was still alive did he breathe a sigh of relief.

He tried hard to push Chen Yifan away, but found that he didn't move at all. He could only shout anxiously: "Brother Chen! Wake up! Don't scare me!"

Chen Yifan groaned and slowly raised his head, his face stained with cigarette ash. "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet." He supported himself on the ground and sat up. A burning pain came from his back, but his eyes remained sharp. "This little injury is not worth worrying about."

He patted Su Yang's shoulder and tried to stand up. Just when he was halfway straight, he was suddenly pounced on by a figure.

"Master! Are you okay? Wuwuwu... I thought I would never see you again..."

A half-grown young man clung to Chen Yifan's neck tightly, howling loudly, tears rubbing his neck. This was An Nuo, a subordinate of Chen Yifan. He usually looked gentle, but he cried so hard that he almost choked Chen Yifan.

"Ahem...you you you...you f*cking...are you trying to strangle me to death?" Chen Yifan pried his hands apart with all his strength. "Let go! Let go quickly! I'm not dead yet!"

Ah Nuo cried even harder: "Master, your back is burnt! You've bled so much! Wuuwuwu... If anything happens to you, what will we do..."

"Shut up!" Chen Yifan was both angry and amused, and finally pushed his head away. "If you keep crying, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the fish!"

At this time, a chaotic sound of footsteps was heard, and Dahu rushed over with a dozen brothers, each holding a weapon in his hands, with anxiety on his face.

"Master! Are you okay?" Da Hu's eyes turned red when he saw the injuries on Chen Yifan's body. "Where's that girl? I'm going to chop her up right now!"

Chen Yifan waved his hand, enduring the pain in his back as he stood up. He glanced across the devastated dumpsite. The smoke from the explosion hadn't yet dissipated, and the air was thick with a pungent smell. "She's escaped," he said in a hoarse voice. "Treat her wounds first. Send someone to seal off this area. Even if we have to dig three feet underground, we'll find her!"

Da Hu nodded quickly and directed his brothers to be on alert. An Nuo was still sobbing beside him, wiping tears with her sleeve from time to time, and looking at Chen Yifan as if he were an endangered animal.

Chen Yifan was annoyed by his gaze and kicked him: "Have you cried enough? Go get me a bottle of water!"

Anuo said "oh" and quickly ran to get some water. He almost tripped over the gravel on the ground while running.

Su Yang supported Chen Yifan and looked at the charred clothes and blood on his back, feeling both scared and impressed.

I have to say, Chen Yifan is really awesome. His back was blown into pieces by the prisoner's bones, but he didn't even make a sound. He is indeed a real man.

After returning to the Niguang Hall to bandage his wounds and taking a short rest, Chen Yifan stood up and said, "Come on, follow me to the Eighth Hall Master's house."

"What are you doing there?" Su Yang hurried to catch up, "Hasn't the Eighth Hall Master been locked up?"

"Precisely because she's locked up, I think I should go." Chen Yifan walked hurriedly. "That girl never plays by the rules. She might come back to visit the old place."

The two drove to the Eighth Hall Master's lair, a place where numerous terrorist incidents had occurred and long since deserted. As they opened the door, a strong smell of disinfectant hit them.

The room was cleaner than expected, with the furniture covered in white cloth, like a morgue. Chen Yifan lifted the white cloth in the living room, revealing a coffee table underneath. On it sat three upside-down glasses, the water stains still lingering on the rims.

"She has been here before, more than once." Chen Yifan used his saber to pick up a cup with a layer of turbid sediment at the bottom. "This is ether, used to knock out the guards."

Su Yang pointed to the bedroom door: "Brother Chen, that door is not closed."

The bedroom door was ajar, with a hint of light peeking through the crack. Chen Yifan gestured for silence and kicked the door open.

"Bang--!"

The bed was empty, but there were things nailed to the wall.

Su Yang gasped. There were more than a dozen fingers nailed to the wall, all varying lengths, with dirt embedded in the cracks between their nails. They had clearly been torn off from a living person. Beneath each finger was a small slip of paper with the date written in red pen. The latest one was from today.

"This is..." Su Yang's voice trembled and his stomach was churning.

"In the past month, not only has the Eighth Hall Master been repeatedly assassinated, but even his subordinates have been killed one after another," Chen Yifan said with a sullen face. "Anyone associated with the Eighth Hall Master has not been spared."

The smell of prisoners' skeletons seemed to still permeate the room, the smell of blood mixed with a hint of mint candy, just like her, cruel but with a bit of weird childishness.

Su Yang was shocked when he heard this: "If we help the Eighth Hall Master now, won't she list us as her number one target?"

"Hmph, what are you afraid of? There are so many people who want to kill me, she can't even get a number." Chen Yifan noticed something on the bedside table, walked over and picked it up. It was a recorder.

I pressed the play button, and there was a burst of electrical noise, followed by the heart-wrenching screams of many people, as if they were being burned by a branding iron. Then the voice of the prisoners came, very soft, like singing:

"One finger is bent, two fingers are curled, and three fingers... are broken."

"Ah! You are a devil! You are a devil!" The voice inside was hoarse and crying.

"I'm not a devil." The laughter of the prisoner was mixed with the crisp sound of broken bones. "I'm here to play with you. Look, your fingers can move, like little bugs..."

Su Yang couldn't hold it in any longer and rushed out to vomit. The acid in his stomach burned his throat, but he felt that everything he vomited had a bloody smell.

Chen Yifan listened to the recording expressionlessly, then turned off the recorder and put it in his pocket. He walked to the wall, plucked off the fingers one by one with his saber, and threw them into the trash can.

"Brother Chen, let's go." Su Yang walked in, holding onto the wall, his face pale. "This place is too creepy."

"What's the hurry?" Chen Yifan didn't turn around and scraped the wall twice with his military knife. "Come and take a look."

A patch of wall had been scraped away, revealing the bricks behind. Stuck in the cracks was a piece of paper. Chen Yifan used his saber to pick it out. It was a hand-drawn map with several places marked with red crosses, one of which was... Niguang Hall.

"She's going to your place?" Su Yang's heart skipped a beat.

"Ha! You're just in time. Let's go back and see what tricks she wants to play next." Chen Yifan walked towards the door, his steps as fast as the wind.

-

The atmosphere in Niguang Hall was ten times more tense than usual. Chen Yifan had his men lock all the doors and windows. Two tables were set up in the living room, covered with steel pipes, machetes, and more than a dozen loaded guns.

"Brother Chen, do we really have to wait in the hall?" one of his men couldn't help but ask, "That girl even dared to blow up the dock. What if she..."

"Shut up." Chen Yifan leaned against the altar in front of the Guan Gong statue. "What she wants is excitement, not death. She can't act like that in this hall."

Su Yang sat on the sofa next to him, his eyes constantly glancing at the door. The severed finger he had just seen at the Eighth Hall Master's house kept flashing before his eyes, and he suddenly understood what Chen Yifan meant.

The purpose of imprisonment is not to kill people, but to see them afraid, just like a cat deliberately showing its claws when teasing a mouse.

At ten o'clock in the evening, there was a commotion outside.

"boom--!"

The door was kicked open. It was not Qiu Ge, but An Nuo. He was covered in blood and staggered in. Just as he was about to say something, a flying rope was wrapped around his neck and he was dragged out.

"Anuo!"

Chen Yifan's pupils suddenly shrank. Almost at the moment he was pulled out, the saber in his hand was already unsheathed. With a cold light like lightning, it accurately chopped the blood-soaked hemp rope.

"Shoot-"

The hemp rope broke with a sound, and Chen Yifan reached back and pulled Anuo, who was in mid-air, behind him. Su Yang rushed forward and brought the wounded to a safe place.