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"Number thirteen, get ready for release." The prison guard knocked on the iron door with his baton.

In Prison No. 3, Zhao Long was kneeling in his prisoner’s uniform, in front of him was an elderly man with a head full of white hair.

The old man sat cross-legged facing the wall, then waved his hand and said, "Go on, go on."

His voice was full of weariness.

"Master, thank you for your teachings over these three years. Once a teacher, always like a father. I will definitely do what you asked me to do."

After saying this, Zhao Long knelt there and knocked his head thrice fervently.

"Remember what I said, don’t force things," the old man said.

Zhao Long stood up, nodded, and resolutely turned to walk outside.

The old man sighed and then shook his head, saying, "Child, fortune or misfortune is up to you now."

At precisely eight in the morning, with a screech of metal, the gate of Lanshan Prison swung open.

"After you go back, be a good person, always move forward without looking back," the prison guard reminded from behind.

Zhao Long walked out of the prison, stood quietly with his head held high, took a deep breath to enjoy the freedom of sunlight, finally released.

He had no luggage except a small backpack containing clothes and some items the old man gave him.

He stood there for a while, no one came to pick him up, he could only shake his head wryly and prepare to leave.

Just as he walked a few steps, a black car sped over from afar, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The car stopped within ten centimeters of Zhao Long, and four people got out.

The leading one was in his early twenties, with dyed blonde hair, swaggering as if he was top dog.

"Fourth brother, you’re out." The blonde yelled disrespectfully, with a hint of scorn in his eyes.

Zhao Long had never met them, but he could deduce that these people were certainly Liu Hu’s underlings.

"Tiger brother’s busy today and can’t come to pick you up. He asked me to let you know there’s a banquet at Fuman Hall tonight to celebrate your release, be sure to come." The blonde said arrogantly.

Zhao Long said nothing, just stood quietly. Having been in prison for three years, he wasn’t yet accustomed to interacting with people.

"Super brother is talking to you, did you hear him, stupid?" One of them glared maliciously at Zhao Long.

The blonde casually waved his hand saying, "Fourth brother just got out, it’s natural he doesn’t know us. Let’s go, don’t spoil his good mood."

After saying this, the blonde immediately got into the car.

"Three years inside, came out stupid, huh?"

"Look at that fool, they say he was unbeatable in fights, I bet it’s all talk."

The other three laughed heartily and got into the car, flooring it as they left.

Zhao Long stood there, shook his head wryly with a smile, then walked forward.

Three years of prison life had worn away his aggressiveness, making him calmer. If it had been in the past, he wouldn’t have hesitated to beat up the four blondes.

Three years ago, during a gang fight, Liu Hu accidentally killed someone, alarming the police.

Someone had to take the fall, and Zhao Long volunteered.

Liu Hu was deeply moved and publicly vowed that when Zhao Long got out, he’d make him second in command.

During the three years, Liu Hu only visited the prison once, and it was to ask for his bank card’s password, which made Zhao Long a bit sad, and he realized many truths.

Returning to the city, everything had changed. Zhao Long’s old house was demolished, and everything around him was so unfamiliar.

Now he had only a hundred yuan on him, it was hard even to buy clothes.

Walking down the street, his stomach began to rumble. He casually found a small stall, sat down, and ordered a bowl of wonton noodles.

"Boss, can I ask you something? Where did the family living here before go?" Zhao Long casually asked.

The boss was disabled, sitting in a wheelchair, propelling himself with his hands.

"It’s been a long time since anyone came back, everything here..."

The boss didn’t finish before he froze, Zhao Long felt the voice familiar and quickly turned to look.

They both stared at each other, dumbfounded.

"Brother Long!"

"Zicheng, it’s really you, your leg..."

"Brother Long, you’re finally out, you’re really out." The boss was so excited he nearly fell out of his wheelchair, his eyes red.

Men don’t cry easily, but only when truly sorrowful.

"What exactly happened?"

Zhao Long began to lose composure, Wang Zicheng used to be his brother, before going to prison, Liu Hu promised to take care of them, but now...

Wang Zicheng sighed and tears unwillingly streamed down.

"Brother Long, it’s good you’re out, let the past be the past, let’s live well from now on." Wang Zicheng said.

"You still haven’t told me what exactly happened?"

Zhao Long gritted his teeth, his body slightly trembling with anger, enveloped by an aura of hostility.

"Wang Zicheng, aren’t you going to get to work, or do you want to die?"

At this moment, a woman’s voice roared from inside like a tigress, followed by a stout, rough-looking woman coming out - Wang Zicheng’s wife, Zhao Lanhua.

"Honey, my friend came to see me, I..."

Zhao Lanhua looked Zhao Long up and down, then snorted coldly, "What kind of friend, just out of prison, right."

"What are you saying, he’s my brother Long, back in the day when he was boss here..."

Wang Zicheng’s words were cut off by Zhao Long, he no longer wished to speak of the past.

"Brother Long, my foot, there’s no capable one around you." The woman sneered with disdain.

"You better mind your words, Zhao Lanhua, you can talk about me but don’t speak of Brother Long like that." Wang Zicheng shouted in a rage.

"Oh, Wang Zicheng, you think you’re something now. Without me, you’d be nothing today. Without me working hard and making money to support you, you’d have starved on the streets long ago." Zhao Lan remarked disdainfully.

"You..." Wang Zicheng was so furious he couldn’t speak.

Just then, three people swaggered over, leading was a tall thin guy named Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang unabashedly slapped Zhao Lanhua’s butt and said, "Lanhua, haven’t seen you for two days and your butt’s gotten bigger."

"Brother Liang, you’ve come, please sit." Zhao Lanhua said politely, her face changing faster than a rocket.

"Why are you still standing there? Go make some tea." Zhao Lanhua glared at Wang Zicheng.

"No need, it’s about time to pay the protection fee." Zhang Liang said indifferently.

"Didn’t we just pay yesterday?" Wang Zicheng frowned, puzzled.

"Nonsense, yesterday you took a shit, are you not going to shit today?" One of them poked Wang Zicheng’s head with a finger...