MTLNOVEL Chapter 340 Prison Turmoil
Just as Old Lady Su was leading her triumphant ecstasy, Ye Fan had already been delivered to North Suburb Prison.
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The car had just arrived at North Suburb Prison, and Wang Lang, the head of the prison, had been waiting for a long time.
Interrogator Xiao Zhang sensed something was off and whispered to Ye Fan, "I heard North Suburb Prison is for detaining extremely vicious criminals, including a large number of death row and life imprisonment inmates, and it's rumored that Wang Lang, the person in charge, is notoriously ruthless and brutal!"
"You're only being temporarily held here. As long as you can prove your innocence, you will soon be released! While you're here, you must keep a low profile, or you could very well bring disaster upon yourself!"
Interrogator Xiao Zhang had been moved by what Ye Fan said earlier, thinking that if Ye Fan had an impressive background, now would be the time to do him a favor. Perhaps he might indeed have a chance to climb up to the position of platoon leader.
"Thank you, I understand!" Ye Fan said, smiling politely.
"So, you're Ye Fan, huh?"
As soon as Ye Fan stepped out of the car, Wang Lang approached with a smile.
Ye Fan sneered, "And you are?"
"I am Wang Lang, the head of North Suburb Prison!" Wang Lang introduced himself.
Ye Fan mockingly said, "To think a small fry like me could stir up such a big shot like you. It seems like someone doesn't want me to leave North Suburb Prison!"
"Smart!" Wang Lang said with a sinister smile, making no attempt to hide his intentions.
Then, Wang Lang said to Ye Fan, "Come on, let's talk in my office!"
"Sure! Let's have a talk!" Ye Fan said with a faint smile.
Interrogator Xiao Zhang could tell that Wang Lang intended to harm Ye Fan. He opened his mouth to speak but ended up not saying anything after all.
In less than two minutes, Ye Fan followed Wang Lang into a luxuriously decorated office. As Ye Fan, entered, Wang Lang looked him over and said with a smile, "Ye Fan, I know your father-in-law is Su Weiguo. Uncle Weiguo already gave me a heads-up, but unfortunately, you've offended people you shouldn't have!"
"So, even if Uncle Weiguo comes forward to protect you, it's useless!"
"That straightforward?" Ye Fan was somewhat surprised.
He really hadn't expected Wang Lang to lay all his cards on the table upon entering the office.
Wang Lang said with an amused look, "Out of respect for Uncle Weiguo, I don't want to subject you to physical punishment. But I hope you understand my situation. So, next, you need to cooperate obediently!"
"Cooperate? How do you want me to cooperate?" Ye Fan asked.
Wang Lang snapped his fingers and said, "Quite simple! Admit that you poisoned Elder Master Su, Su Dongguo. As long as you confess, I assure you that you won't suffer any physical torture. Moreover, I'll provide you with good cigarettes and liquor, and it's not impossible to arrange for a rendezvous with a female prisoner if you so desire!"
"It seems like someone really wants me dead!"
Hearing this, Ye Fan scoffed, "What a shame, the one who poisoned Elder Master Su wasn't me. Why should I take the fall?"
"Ye Fan, I understand how you feel, but you need to realize that you're no longer in control of your fate!"
Wang Lang spoke gravely, "Besides, confessing that you poisoned Elder Master Su doesn't necessarily mean you'll be sentenced to death! I've already learned about the general situation in the Su family. A few days ago, when Elder Su was critically ill and then revived, it was you who provided the medicinal recipe for his recuperation. Just admit there was an issue with your prescription, that it wasn't intentional!"
"In a case like yours, at most, you'd get a life sentence! If you behaved well, maybe you'd be out in just over a decade. And I promise you, during your time in North Suburb Prison, I will fulfill any request you have! I've made things very clear. Now, how do you choose?"
Having just received a two million Yuan transfer from Zhou Shuo, Wang Lang naturally was set on helping Zhou Shuo wholeheartedly.
But for Su Weiguo's sake, Wang Lang planned to start with civility before resorting to force. If Ye Fan cooperated, everything would be fine. But if Ye Fan refused to play along, he couldn't blame Wang Lang for being ruthless.
"You don't need to sugarcoat it. I'll say it again, the one who poisoned Elder Master Su isn't me!" Ye Fan said sternly.
By now, Ye Fan had guessed that the person who wanted to kill him was Old Madam Su, and she was also the one who had poisoned Elder Master Su.
After all, Elder Master Su had been supportive of Su Ruo Xue, and now with Su Xing, Su Ruo Xue inadvertently gained the solid backing of Elder Master Su.
Elder Su wielded great influence within the Su Family. If Elder Su insisted on handing over the Su Family to Su Ruo Xue, no one would dare to object, even if Old Lady Su was utterly reluctant. She couldn't overturn the situation on her own.
Therefore, in order to ensure Su Tianhao ascended to the head of the family without fail, Old Madam Su did not hesitate to poison Elder Master Su and pin the blame on him, aiming to put him in a hopeless situation.
If he got into trouble, his wife Su Ruo Xue would naturally not be spared.
Thus, if he couldn't overturn the false testimony and the charges were confirmed, Su Ruo Xue's dream of becoming the head of the Su Family would be as futile as building castles in the air.
Realizing all this, Ye Fan couldn't help marveling at how formidable Old Madam Su's tactics were.
To support Su Tianhao, she was prepared to poison her own husband and redirect the misfortune. A move indeed quite merciless.
Seeing that Ye Fan was so uncooperative, Wang Lang's face gradually darkened: "Ye Fan, if it weren't for Uncle Weiguo's face, I would have thrown you in prison long ago! Don't spurn the wine only to be forced to drink a forfeit!"
"It seems Zhou Shuo has given you quite the incentive!" Ye Fan said with an icy smile.
"You've discerned that?"
Wang Lang was somewhat surprised, then his face turned vicious as he said, "Not bad for Uncle Weiguo's son-in-law, exceedingly clever indeed. Since that's the case, let me tell you, Zhou Shuo and I were classmates, and he gave me two million Yuan to find every way to force you to confess!"
"Just as I suspected!" Ye Fan scoffed.
Wang Lang's expression became sinister as he said, "Ye Fan, Ye Fan, you might be clever, but unfortunately, you're too inept at dealing with things. Since you've rejected the offer and know all this, naturally I can't let you off easily. Guards, throw Ye Fan into Cell Number One!"
"Yes!"
When Wang Lang gave the order, two uniformed burly men immediately rushed in.
Ye Fan did not resist, as he wanted to see what kind of storm this would brew.
"Get in there!"
Pressed down by the two uniformed burly men, Ye Fan was quickly taken into a dark and damp cell.
"Han Meng, come out for a sec!"
After Ye Fan was locked in, Wang Lang shouted out.
Following Wang Lang's shout, a burly man with a back as broad as a tiger and a waist as strong as a bear stepped out of the cell. He looked at Wang Lang with a cold voice, "What's up?"
"Han Meng, this kid is yours now. By whatever means necessary, make him confess!" Wang Lang commanded in a deep voice.
Burly Han Meng glanced at Ye Fan, and seeing his thin frame, held up three fingers, "Alright, I want three packs of cigarettes."
"Three packs of cigarettes? No problem, as long as you achieve my goal, I'll give you three packs of Supreme 95!" Wang Lang said with a mocking smile.
Hearing that he would get three packs of Supreme 95 cigarettes, Han Meng said, "Great! In one hour, we make the exchange—one hand delivers the goods, and the other hand releases the person!"
"Deal! Don't disappoint me!" Wang Lang laughed with a hehe.
Thinking that he could deal with Ye Fan for just three packs of Supreme 95 cigarettes, Wang Lang felt this deal was simply too good to be true.
Han Meng nodded, "Don't worry, just wait for my good news!"
Having said that, Han Meng returned to the cell.
Wang Lang did not linger either; he left with a smile on his face, almost as if by handing Ye Fan over to Han Meng, it wouldn't take long for Ye Fan to be beaten to a confession.
Ling Lang did not know that this burly Han Meng was a bona fide Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster. Before his capture, Han Meng had long terrorized the borderlands, committing murder, arson, and looting without remorse.
Six months ago, Han Meng arrived at the Central Plains and his whereabouts were exposed. The Public Security Bureau deployed a large number of troops to capture him by force, eventually sentencing him to life imprisonment and incarcerating him in North Suburb Prison.
Currently, Han Meng was the boss of many inmates in North Suburb Prison. With his cultivation at the Half-step Martial Arts Grandmaster level, he instilled fear in many inmates.
Even Wang Lang usually did not dare to offend Han Meng easily. If Han Meng lost his temper, the whole North Suburb Prison could be thrown into utter chaos.
Wang Lang was clever; he knew that if someone as ruthless as Han Meng was used well, he could be a great asset to him.
Thus, Wang Lang had cooperated with Han Meng a long time ago. Whenever a suspect needed to be coerced into confessing, he would toss them to Han Meng, and Han Meng never let him down, always completing the task.
In Wang Lang's eyes, handing Ye Fan over to Han Meng this time, would not result in any accident.
"Brothers, we've got work to do!"
Back in the cell, Han Meng bellowed out loud.
A man with a thin face and sharp monkey-like features immediately came up to Han Meng and asked, "Boss, what's in it for us this time from Wang Lang?"
"Three packs of cigarettes!" Han Meng chuckled with a hehe.
"Holy shit! Three packs of cigarettes? That's generous!"
As Han Meng's words fell, the inmates in the cell were all invigorated.
Ordinary people had no idea that in North Suburb Prison, cigarettes were as good as money, a true currency.
Many inmates had tobacco addictions, and if you had cigarettes in hand, you could swap them for almost anything.
"Not only that, but three packs of Supreme 95!" said Han Meng with a smug look on his face.
"Three packs of Supreme 95? Boss, we're about to strike it rich!" the man with a sharp monkey-like face exclaimed excitedly.
"We're going to strike it rich, that's right, we're getting rich!"
Hearing that they would get three packs of Supreme 95 cigarettes from Wang Lang, the group of inmates was even more thrilled.
Previously, when Wang Lang had them do a job, they were almost always dismissed with a pack of cigarettes that cost ten yuan each.
They never expected that this time Wang Lang would not only give them three packs of cigarettes but also packs of Supreme 95 cigarettes that cost one hundred yuan each. How could the inmates not be excited?
However, Han Meng then put away the smile on his face and said, "Don't be so happy yet, the real work hasn't been done! Skin Monkey, this kid is yours to handle!"
"Don't worry boss, just watch me work!" the man nicknamed Skin Monkey said with a wicked smile.
The next moment, Skin Monkey looked at Ye Fan grimly and said, "Newbie, go on, lick the shit in the latrine clean for me!"
What! Lick the shit in the latrine clean?
Hearing this, Ye Fan turned his head to look and saw that the cell's latrine was piled high with excrement, emitting a strong foul odor, evidently not cleaned for a long time.
"Newbie, what are you hesitating for? Hurry up and lick these shits clean for me. Do you need me, your great uncle, to feed them to you personally?" Skin Monkey shouted loudly.
"Feed them to me personally?"
Upon hearing these words, Ye Fan's face was covered with a shadow as dark as the clouds, incredibly somber.