Chapter 73

Chu Huan's expression was calm as he glanced at the group of prisoners. He saw that the few of them were squatting by the wall, each staring at the braised pork, their Adam's apples involuntarily moving.

Chu Huan sniffed with his nose and sighed, "Money can make the devil grind, and in this place where even birds don't defecate, there's still such a delicacy!" He looked intoxicated and then patted his stomach, muttering, "Just that my stomach isn't very hungry yet..." He raised his finger and pointed at Fat Fan, saying, "Fat Fan, you watch over this bowl of meat. I'm sleepy, so I'll take a nap. When I wake up, I'll enjoy it slowly!"

Fat Fan was taken aback, then his face lit up with joy, and he said repeatedly, "Sir Chu, you sleep, I'll watch over this bowl of meat!"

"Remember, if a single piece of meat is missing, don't blame me for skinning you alive!" Chu Huan said coldly, then stretched lazily, lay down, and even turned his back to the group of prisoners.

Fat Fan was now truly overjoyed.

He had a paper packet in his waist, and ever since he returned from the guard's room, he had been thinking about how to slip the drug into Chu Huan's food. His heart had been racing with anxiety.

But he never expected that fate would be so kind to him. He had been worried about not having the chance to act, but fate had given him such a great opportunity.

He was almost jumping with joy.

He moved closer and stayed by the bowl of braised pork. The greasy, fragrant braised pork was right in front of him. Fat Fan, who hadn't tasted meat for a long time in the dungeon, felt his throat move, but he didn't dare to touch it.

Chu Huan faced the wall, his body still, his breathing even, and his eyes half-closed. Soon, his snoring began.

Fat Fan squinted his eyes and called softly, "Sir... Sir Chu...!"

Chu Huan's snoring was loud, and he couldn't hear Fat Fan's soft call. Seeing that Chu Huan didn't respond, Fat Fan's face showed a sinister look. He slowly reached for the paper packet at his waist, ready to put the laxative into the braised pork.

He was somewhat anxious. The aftereffects of Chu Huan's authority still lingered. Thinking about Chu Huan's ruthless actions, Fat Fan's heart still raced. If he was caught drugging today, he would have no good days ahead.

He hesitated, but then thought, "I used to be the boss of this cell, living a carefree life. But since Chu Huan came, I've been treated like a孙子 (grandson). Chu Huan has been picking on me, and in just one day, he's beaten me at least four or five times. If this continues, I'll be beaten to death by this kid in no time."

Thinking of his grievances, Fat Fan no longer hesitated. He was determined to drug the braised pork. He took out the paper packet, carefully opened it, and was about to put the drug into the meat. But seeing the golden, fragrant braised pork, he couldn't resist, and with trembling hands, he took a piece and put it in his mouth. It was indeed fatty and fragrant, and Fat Fan's face showed a look of intoxication. He chewed slowly, but then heard Chu Huan's snoring become quieter. Startled, he swallowed the meat in his mouth and quickly poured a little of the laxative from the paper packet into the braised pork.

He was afraid that pouring the whole packet would make it hard to dissolve and be noticed by Chu Huan, so he only poured in a small amount. Then, he hurriedly put the paper packet back into his waist.

Seeing that Chu Huan's snoring had quieted but he hadn't turned over or moved, Fat Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He moved his buttocks back, putting some distance between himself and the drugged braised pork.

He stared at the laxative on the braised pork, seeing the white powder quickly dissolve into the meat. He showed a smug smile, and the vicious look in his eyes became evident.

He wasn't a good person. After being tormented by Chu Huan, he was filled with resentment. This time, he had seized the opportunity and was determined to break Chu Huan's legs once he was weakened by the drug.

While thinking about how to torture Chu Huan, Fat Fan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if a knife had been stabbed into it. He couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch!" and clutched his stomach, collapsing to the ground and struggling.

The other prisoners in the cell were shocked. One of them came forward and exclaimed, "Boss Fan, what... what's wrong with you?"

Several people gathered around and saw that Fat Fan's face was pale, and large beads of sweat were on his forehead. His pupils had turned red in a short time.

They were both shocked and frightened, not knowing what had happened.

Fat Fan struggled on the ground, feeling as if his abdomen was being repeatedly stabbed. His pale face began to turn blue and swell. One of the prisoners cried out, "No good, Boss Fan... Boss Fan is poisoned!"

Fat Fan's eyes bulged, even bleeding. In his last moments, he suddenly understood something and, with all his strength, pointed at the braised pork and struggled to say, "It... it has... poison...!"

His meaning was clear, but he understood something deeper.

Before he drugged the meat, the braised pork had already been poisoned. But he couldn't understand why, when Zhang Dahu had clearly told him to put the laxative in, the food had already been poisoned.

Before he could figure it out, his body stiffened, and his breathing stopped.

The prisoners were stunned. After a moment, one of them came to his senses and rushed to the door, shouting, "No good, someone's dead, come quick...!" His voice was mournful, echoing in the dark, eerie dungeon like a ghost's wail.

At that moment, a cold voice said, "Don't touch the body, and don't touch the bowl of meat!" Chu Huan, who had been sleeping, sat up.

Someone nearby exclaimed, "Sir... Sir Chu, the meat... the meat is poisoned...!"

Chu Huan nodded slightly, and then heard hurried footsteps in the dungeon. Soon, Zhang Dahu's voice shouted, "What are you howling about in the middle of the night...!" He led three guards and quickly approached. One of the guards held a torch and shone it inside the cell, and through the gaps in the wooden bars, the situation inside was clear.

Zhang Dahu's eyes first fell on the corner, where he saw Chu Huan sitting there unharmed, and he was surprised. Then, his gaze shifted to Fat Fan, who was lying motionless on the ground, and he exclaimed, "How... how did it come to this?"

Chu Huan stood up and said coldly, "I want to ask you, how did it come to this?"

Zhang Dahu showed a look of panic but quickly regained his composure and waved his hand, saying, "Someone, take the body out... and the bowl of meat is evidence, so take it out too!"

Someone hurried to unlock the door, but Chu Huan rushed to the cell door and shouted, "Stop!"

His voice was cold and stern, and the guard unlocking the door was startled, stepping back and exclaiming, "You... what are you doing?"

Chu Huan stood at the door, looking at Zhang Dahu with a cold smile and said, "I want to ask you, what evidence is this bowl of meat supposed to be?"

"Chu Huan, did you put poison in the bowl and kill Fat Fan?" Zhang Dahu shouted sternly. "When you came in, we forgot to search you, which was our negligence, but you have repeatedly taken human lives, which is a grave crime!"

Chu Huan laughed instead of getting angry, "Human nature is so treacherous. You're clever, trying to use the charge of negligence to clear a greater sin... But I want to ask you, how did you know the braised pork was poisoned? How did you know Fat Fan died of poisoning?"

Zhang Dahu was taken aback. In his haste, he had spoken without thinking and now realized he had slipped.

He also knew that Fat Fan's accidental poisoning was a major incident. Now, he had to dispose of the bowl of braised pork and Fat Fan's body; otherwise, it would cause significant trouble.

"Chu Huan, don't argue," Zhang Dahu said rudely. "Someone, take the body away...!"

"Want to take the body away?" Chu Huan said with a faint smile. "Want to destroy the evidence? You think you can handle it so easily after taking human lives?" He pointed at Zhang Dahu and said, "If you can take the body away today, I'll change my name!"

Zhang Dahu was stunned, then drew his knife and said angrily, "Chu Huan, you're obstructing the law. Even if we kill you, we won't be held responsible...!" He was truly anxious, thinking that everything was going according to plan, but it had turned out this way. If the body and the bowl of braised pork couldn't be taken out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He had thought that the fragrant braised pork would be quickly eaten by Chu Huan, but he never expected that Chu Huan didn't eat it, and instead, Fat Fan had taken a piece and died.

One mistake had led to a complete failure.

His eyes glinted with malice, and he wanted to rush forward and split Chu Huan in two.

Chu Huan stood in front of the cell door, blocking the way. It seemed that if they wanted to take the body and the braised pork out of the cell, they would have to get past him.

Zhang Dahu tightly gripped his knife, and the three guards beside him also drew their knives, looking at Chu Huan like fierce demons.

Chu Huan turned around and said solemnly, "You all saw, these guards killed your Boss Fan. Now you're all witnesses, and they're trying to silence you!"

The other prisoners, who had been shocked by Fat Fan's poisoning, didn't understand what had happened. Hearing Chu Huan's words, they all looked at Zhang Dahu and the others, showing signs of anger.

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