Chapter 162 - Brother, You Have A Daughter? (2/2)

Nan Xun who thought that King Yan Luo would definitely doze off from boredom: …

Yan Luo took the time to spare him a glance and rubbed his head, “This expert isn’t so bad, his teachings can be used to educate the little girl at home.”

When Nan Xun heard this, his heart thumped, he asked with widened eyes, “Brother, you don’t look old but you already have a daughter?”

Yan Luo glanced at him and somehow explained patiently, “It was a younger sister who I picked up when I was fifteen. At that time, she was just a five year old girl, hah… now she’s already 18 years old in a blink of an eye.”

When he said this, his eyebrows became very soft, Nan Xun could see that he dearly loves his sister so much.

Nan Xun didn’t know what to think of, his eyes dimmed as he hung them down, covering his emotions.

Yan Luo talked about the little chubby girl, this time, he unconsciously talked much more than usual, “…She’s now at her rebellion phase, if I said A, she would insist to do B, she’s really making people feel annoyed, I guess me not being there for one year just suits her intention.”

“Brother.” Nan Xun interrupted him suddenly and smiled at him slightly, “Let’s continue the class.”

Yan Luo paused, he couldn’t help looking at the child a few more times.

Neither of them spoke again, and the small area that they occupied fell silent.

After finishing the education class and having dinner, Nan Xun returned to his cell and Yan Luo can’t help but frown.

Nan Xun was in a bad mood today and he didn’t want to take care of his boss’ mood.

Yes, Nan Xun had confirmed that Yan Luo was the villainous boss at this world.

Little Eight clearly said that Su Mobai wouldn’t have any contact with him whatsoever, so he was surprised when he found the big boss inside this same prison.

All questions can only be answered after Little Eight woke up.

Several people in the cell had just finished washing their faces and gargled their mouths from water room, Old Two can’t wait to climb to his bed.

“F*ck, the canteen’s food is getting more and more unpalatable, and this Laozi had not eaten full tonight.” Old Four complained.

Nan Xun suddenly thought of something, so he asked those few people in the room, “According to my brother, he’s the one who set the rules in the canteen right?”

As soon as Nan Xun asked this, everyone calmed down instantly.

Du Pan rubbed his nose, asking a rhetorical question, “Little Six ah, did King Yan Luo really recognized you as his brother?

Nan Xun said, “That’s true ah, why would I lie?”

Du Pan began to talk about King Yan Luo’s bad deeds behind his back, “At first, it was so messy in that big canteen that the prison guards couldn’t control it. The first day when King Yan Luo came, he fixed Dao Ba, the second day he came, he set the rules in the cafeteria, anyone had to line up to get food except for… himself.”

Nan Xun became excited when he heard this, “My brother said that he fought, Old Two, can you say how it happened?”

After hearing this, Old Five became excited too and couldn’t help but interjected, “You should ask me this ah, Old Two was scared, he didn’t dare to see at that time.”

Du Pan glared at him, “You’re the one who’s scared, who was the one who got scared until he couldn’t move because his legs were trembling at that time?”

Old Five directly ignored this question and continued to tell Nan Xun, “Although King Yan Luo already fixed Dao Ba at that time, not to mention that the scene was very bloody, but it was still a one-on-one fight ah. This big boss set a rule for people to line up to get their meals, it violated the interests of many people. At that time, there were dozens or twenty inmates who stood up and wanted to join forces against King Yan Luo, as a result, guess what?”

Nan Xun stared at him curiously, satisfying Old Five’s desire to tell a story. Old Five clicked his tongue twice, a faint fear flashed in his eyes, “King Yan Luo swept that unfair fight ruthlessly, you all won’t believe it, but those dozen to twenty people’s head was bashed open, the floor of the canteen at that time was painted with blood, flowing down like a river…”