Chapter 835 - The Riotous Revelry of the Rogues (1/2)

Chapter 835: The Riotous Revelry of the Rogues

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Everyone had their own opportunities, and if one were to seize this chance, one might be able to reach the sky in a single bound. Yet, for Tang Xiu, he did not expect that his action of purchasing prisoners gave Chen Yan such a big chance.

Escaping from prison, yet encountering the path to become immortal.

Having learned the whole story, Tang Xiu could only lament inwardly for the rough fate Chen Yan had to go through in the first half of her life, though she found good fortune in the latter half of her life. Although he hadn’t read the file on Chen Yan, for her to be detained in labor camp 1319 showed that she was a criminal who possessed some strength and excellence.

‘It’s a coincidence indeed, so might as well let her stay.’

Tang Xiu cast a seal on her and spoke no more.

At present, Chen Yan felt like she was dreaming. She had escaped from the prison by a strange mixture of circumstances and became Tang Xiu’s subordinate. All of a sudden, she truly looked forward to her future life.

Port of Portorua.

A passenger ship quietly moored at the port. Even though the spotlights illuminated the surroundings like daylight, there was no sign of anyone in the entire port. Ye Shisan and Hei Wuya stood side by side on the bow of the liner, watching the road in the distance.

“They are coming.”

As the headlights of the cars shone in the distance, the two men with excellent eyesight had their expression stirred as they jumped and flew to the shore. After the vehicles stopped in front of them, they saw Tang Xiu get out from the SUV as they greeted him, “Boss!”

Tang Xiu nodded in response and asked, “Everything prepped?”

“It’s all arranged. All the crews and attendants are already in place in the liner and we can set sail at any time,” said Ye Shisan.

“No hurry. Jin Shi’s team hasn’t come back yet. We’ll set sail after they come back,” said Tang Xiu. “Also, organize the prisoners we brought out of the prison and arrange them to board and wait on the liner first.”

“Affirmative.”

Without much effort, 200 prisoners came down from the buses. Their eyes lit up after seeing the liner and they looked excited as they ran toward the ship. Escaping from prison was tantamount to going to heaven for these people to begin with, and this large luxury liner was something people really liked.

Tang Xiu himself didn’t share the joy of these jubilant convicts, nor did he care about them scattering about disorderly. He was perfectly aware that it was probably the last time they had a chance to wildly run about together. Once he found a deserted island and drilled them with inhuman training, these fellas would likely refuse to run as wild as now even if they wanted to.

After half an hour passed by, everyone was settled on the ship. Each prisoner brought out of the prison had their own cabin, as well as their share of a large amount of wine, meals, and fruits. There was also a hall that was originally a gambling establishment for the liner’s guests, and a lot of them had now gathered there to gamble. Nearly every one of them had a private small vault even if they had been sentenced in the prison, so they pulled their wealth out and directly used debt note as chips.

The whole interior of the liner was now filled with wild lawlessness, filling the air with a pestilential atmosphere, so much so that the crews and attendants of the liner had to avoid them with utmost care.

On the bow deck of the liner, Tang Xiu quietly waited for the trio of Spectre, Jin Shi, and Xue Sha. Time passed by and the clock now pointed to 4:30 AM as three lightning-like figures dashed from the distance, then stood in front of Tang Xiu after a few breaths.

“All done, Boss,” reported Jin Shi after cupping his fist.

“Is Augustino dead?” asked Tang Xiu.

“He has been shot dead by the cops of this country. Also, all the dozens of prison guards who escorted the convicts out have been killed in the fierce battle after they left us, so you can rest assured—we even joined in the killing. Even if some of them didn’t die there, nobody could save them either.”

Tang Xiu nodded and motioned for Mo Awu behind him and said, “Let’s leave! Strive to leave the waters of this country as fast as possible. Once we enter the high seas, find a deserted island to temporarily station at. Uncut jade is worthless; these convicts we brought out of prison kind of need some beatings.”

“How do you want to drill them, exactly?” asked Spectre.

“Except you, the rest must undergo inhuman training.” Tang Xiu glanced at him and lightly said. “Of the 200 convicts we brought out of prison, there may be 100 of them who can last after the training.”

The answer made Spectre shudder inside and he was rendered speechless.

****

Inside the liner.

Gillon Touma quietly sat on the bed, watching the coast outside through the window. He was convicted and sentenced to 180 years in prison for his heavy crimes. He originally thought that he would die in prison, but didn’t expect that he would have a chance to go on living outside.

He longed for freedom more than anyone else.

He had been rescued from prison, and even though Tang Xiu stressed that he had cast a seal on his body, he didn’t believe it in the slightest. He firmly believed in the ‘I control my fate not the God!’ creed. Being restrained was a situation he abhorred the most, so he had long thought of a plan to find a way to escape immediately after leaving the prison. Even if Tang Xiu had eyes and hands that covered the sky, the world was so big. He believed he could still enjoy his life free and unfettered as long as he concealed his identity and was low-key.

‘I gotta escape.’