Chapter 636 - Carried Away (2/2)

A thick, white fog suddenly flowed out copiously from the vents, similar to the dry-ice machines used in stage shows, but in this case, vast volumes of the creeping mist quickly filled the prison cells. The sleeping prisoners stirred from their slumber and clutched at their throats. They choked and struggled violently as if they could not breathe, and soon, they were foaming from the mouths before their eyes rolled back and they dropped dead.

Poisonous gas?

Xiao Luo frowned and then laughed wryly as he muttered, “This Anpei… He is truly committed to taking me down. To think he’s willing to sacrifice all the inmates and prison wardens along with me. Oh, he’s vicious, alright!”

He then turned and headed out of the prison in long strides.

Although Xiao Luo had the Yi Jing Jin ability, the Tortoise Breathing Technique was more than sufficient, as it allowed him to go 20 minutes without breathing, and that was more than enough for him to leave this place unharmed.

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In an upscale hotel close to Dongjing Prison, a contingent of uniformed soldiers had gathered.

Anpei was on the balcony of the presidential suite at the very top of the hotel with a cup of coffee. The heavy rain prevented an unobstructed view of the prison, but it didn’t dishearten Anbei. He felt elated and was unable to wipe the glee from his face, as he said, “Toxic CoCl2 gas will cause people to convulse and then die in mere seconds. Xiao Han, I’ve sacrificed the entire Donging Prison to take you down, so be proud of yourself!”

“No one will leave that place alive. By now, it is already devoid of any life, and all life forms will die from the effect of the toxic CoCl2 gas,” Oshima Jun pitched in.

“Oshima, do you think this was worth it?” Anpei asked.

“I do!”

Oshima Jun replied and nodded stiffly. “As long as we can get rid of that enigmatic murderer, Xiao Han, no price is too steep.”

“That is reassuring. Notify your subordinates to clean up the place of any traces of the toxic gas after two hours. Also, bring Xiao Han’s body to me as soon as possible. I want to carve his heart and turn it into a trophy for my room to remind myself of this humiliation forever,” Anpei said.

“Yes, Sir!” Oshima Jun said, standing ramrod straight.

Anpei smiled as he gazed at the prison through the falling rain. He then laughed aloud, for he had finally gotten rid of this thorn in his side.

There was a slight smile on his face as he spoke,” Oshima, do you know what I’m thinking right now?”

Oshima Jun shook his head, “No, I don’t.”

“I suddenly feel the urge to dance. I want to perform our country’s traditional dance.”

“Go ahead, Prime Minister. This is indeed something worth celebrating and being happy about,” Oshima Jun said with a bow.

“Play me the dance music.”

Anpei was truly elated as he limbered his neck and four limbs for the dance with youthful exuberance. At that moment, he felt uninhibited.

“Yes, Sir!”

Oshima Jun was his confidante, and Anpei thought of the man as somebody he could trust deeply. It was natural that he obeyed Anbei without question.

The music he played was in the style of Ri Nation, a tune often played in many anti-Ri Nation films in Hua Nation. In those films, it was maikos with thick layers of makeup who were dancing, but here, Prime Minister Anpei was the one dancing.

Oshima Jun clapped, and immediately several maikos pushed open the door and entered the room. They danced with Anpei, clapping and celebrating this victory.

After all, his political enemy, Kuroda Kiyotaka, had been eliminated, as had the Thousand-faced Killer, Xiao Han. Now that he resolved these two significant problems, even the thunderstorm seemed a thing of beauty in Anpei’s eyes.