Chapter 112: Climbing the Wall

'What's the sentence?'

'Life. No parole. No visits.'

'I'll go take a look.'

'Good!'

Zhao Danchun immediately took the lead.

After passing through several iron doors, Zhang Yong entered the cell. Various foul odours came from it.

It seems that appearances can be very deceptive sometimes. The exterior of Tiger Bridge Prison is much grander than that of Tilanqiao Prison. However, the cells inside are very small.

Two metres long, two metres wide and two metres high. Everything is done inside the cell. There are no windows. Just an iron door.

It might be okay in winter. But it's summer. It's stifling.

I can't help but cover my mouth with my hand.

I'm sure I couldn't stand living in a place like this.

The stench...

Eating, drinking, and defecating all take place inside. What do you think it smells like? It's so foul that it'll kill you!

Suffocating.

Pinching your nose.

Finally, they arrived at the innermost cell.

You can't even see that there's someone inside.

Zhang Yong frowned.

Even if the person is still alive. They're probably disabled by now.

After being locked up for so long, their bodily functions have long since degenerated. Even if they were taken out, they would be of no use.

'Zhuo Yungui!'

'Zhuo Yungui!'

Zhao Danchun yelled.

There was no response from inside the cell. It was as if the person was already dead.

'Someone is going to take you out...'

'Get lost!'

Finally, there was a response from inside the cell.

Zhang Yong could see clearly. There was indeed someone inside. But they were curled up in the corner.

Alright. It was almost as if the person was dead.

Disappointed.

A person like this would definitely be useless.

Forget it. Pick another one.

It didn't feel like the proposal from the Department Head was reliable.

It would be better to go to the army and pick someone from there. At least they would be physically healthy.

'Who are you?'

Suddenly, someone called out hoarsely.

Zhang Yong looked back. He saw a person hanging on the iron door. It was none other than the person inside.

Skinny and emaciated. Dying.

Frowning.

'Why did you bring me out?'

'To kill the Japanese,'

Zhang Yong answered bluntly.

That was the truth.

'How many?'

'All of them.'

'What?'

'I can get you out on bail. Restore your freedom. But you need to work for us.'

'What kind of work?'

'I told you. Kill the Japanese.'

'How many?'

'All of them.'

'How many?'

'All of them.'

Ren Gan repeated the question. Zhang Yong repeated the answer.

Let's get this straight. There is no way to completely restore your freedom.

You are just a tool.

Well, perhaps you can call it a tool person.

Trade your life for freedom.

Fighting the Japanese invaders could mean death.

If you're scared, don't accept. Once you accept, there's no turning back.

'I agree...'

'But I don't agree!'

Zhang Yong changed his mind at the last minute.

He didn't want someone like this. It's useless to have him.

There has to be an open selection.

It would be best to hold a prison sports day...

Yes.

Select the best.

If you want to regain your freedom, you have to show what you're capable of.

Turn back.

He didn't start breathing again until he had left the cell.

Damn it. I'll never go to prison again. It's not a place for human beings. Unless there's a gold mine inside.

'Warden Zhao, let's try something different.'

'What do you suggest?'

'Let the prisoners out and tell them to climb over the high wall.'

'What?'

'Tell the guards not to shoot. Let them climb out.'

'Understood!'

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Zhao Duanchun immediately went to make the arrangements.

Since Zhang Yong was not satisfied with the person he had chosen, he had to do it himself.

Zhang Yong watched from outside.

The wall was very high. About seven metres.

The surface was very smooth. There was almost nowhere to hang on.

At least, that was how it seemed to Zhang Yong.

Of course, in the eyes of some experts, it should not be difficult.

That Japanese old beggar was very agile, and could walk on all kinds of rugged terrain as if he were walking on a flat surface.

Over the wall was a basic skill.

If you can't even get past this, then the rest is useless.

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi couldn't do it. I don't think Yan Guangkun could either. Agents who have been formally trained probably aren't very good at it.

Only those who have found a backdoor can do it.

Zhang Yong asked someone to bring a table and a chair and sit outside. Waiting for someone to climb out over the top of the wall.

He also asked someone to prepare some water and steamed buns. They would be useful in a moment.

And then...

It was just waiting.

'Drip!'

Someone inside blows the whistle.

It means that they are starting to release the people.

Zhang Yong sits down. Leans his head forward. Waits for someone to show their head.

Looks at the watch. Calculates the time.

Thirty seconds...

One minute...

Suddenly, someone's head is shaking.

Zhang Yong looks down at the watch. Goodness, it's only taken seventy seconds.

What kind of extraordinary person can climb such a high wall in just over a minute?

Amazing!

He must be very impressive.

Look more closely. He notices that the man's face is old. Wrinkles all over.

Strange. Is he really an old guy?

Or is he just looking older than usual?

No reaction. Keep watching.

Climbing up is not the end of it. Climbing down is just as difficult.

Who knows, the old guy just slides down the wall. He lands lightly on the ground.

In fact, the wall is slightly inclined. It's not completely vertical. He just took advantage of this.

Even so, it's pretty amazing.

He hesitated for a moment. Then he came up to Zhang Yong. He was a little nervous, a little awkward, and very much looking forward to it.

'Name?'

'Huang Shang.'

'What?'

Zhang Yong was taken aback.

Emperor? That's a domineering name!

Fortunately, Zhong Yang, who was standing nearby, had already handed over the relevant information. Oh. So his name is Huang Shang!

That name still can't be suppressed! No wonder he went to prison.

'Eat. Drink. Again,'

Zhang Yong said.

Climbing once is not enough. You have to climb back and forth.

Why?

To deliberately torment the other person. To see how they react.

If they throw their hat down, then... Screw it. I quit. Then you can go back to prison.

Zhang Yong is not that capable. He can't control them.

What to do? You need one or two obedient people. People who can fight and are obedient. Dominate one who is submissive.

When he was a child, he read martial arts novels, and his greatest aspiration was to find a group of female heroes to be his wives. They would be young and beautiful, and they would be able to fight and warm the bed...

Huang Shang eats the buns in silence.

He eats five in one go.

Zhang Yong: ?

Can you eat so much? One after the other?

Hey, these are all buns that are bigger than your fist!

Okay. You eat. Eat as much as you like.

As long as you have real skills, you can eat as many buns as you like.

No, it's the food that's unlimited. There's chicken, duck, fish and meat. You'll be satisfied.

We in the Restoration Society never run out of money for food.

Huang Shang continued eating the buns.

Soon he had eaten five more. Then he drank some water.

Then he continued eating.

Zhang Yong ignored him. He looked up at the wall.

Huh?

Is that person climbing out?

Looks like that Zhuo Yungui? He actually climbed up here too?

Impressive!

Even a human corpse is so strong.

I thought it was exhausted.

Okay.

Come down!

Poof!

Zhuo Yungui fell.

Zhang Yong: ...

Sure enough, it couldn't continue.

It was already dying. Climbing the wall had used up its last bit of strength.

Sorry, you're too late.

Just as he was about to shake his head, he suddenly saw Zhuo Yungui stagger to his feet again.

staggering.

staggering.

But...

he was indeed moving.

Eventually, he moved next to Zhang Yong and snatched the clear water and steamed buns.

Zhang Yong ignored him.

He had to eat quickly. He had to climb back up again later.

He thought that climbing once was enough? What a dream!