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Hearing those two words, Duan Zhang was stunned for a while, even his face froze.
"A Qi Brother is laughing. Even though I, Duan Zhang, have some influence in this Prison, it’s not to that extent. Otherwise, I would have secured my own release," Duan Zhang said seriously as he looked at Lu Fei Fan, seemingly feeling that this request was too much.
Securing release naturally refers to bail. In simple terms, it means hiring a lawyer to pay for the suspect's release from prison. However, during the bail period, one cannot leave the Free Federation at will.
Of course, the prerequisite for bail is the need for a lawyer's guarantee and a hefty bail fee.
Lu Fei Fan did not respond to him and continued to smile while waiting.
"Fine." Duan Zhang agreed with a gloomy expression.
"Add another three hundred thousand!" Lu Fei Fan proposed another condition.
"You..." Duan Zhang hesitated, and in the end, his expression changed again.
"Alright, no problem. But if we lose... hmph."
Duan Zhang agreed, but his gaze towards Lu Fei Fan turned increasingly resentful.
"Let’s begin."
Lu Fei Fan ignored Duan Zhang's look; in fact, this condition was what he had considered first. However, he still wanted to test the other party's bottom line. It seemed that Duan Zhang's limits were about what he had inferred.
After the negotiation, Lu Fei Fan did not say much and began playing chess with One-armed.
Little did they know that the chessboard where the two in the Prison started their game was soon captured by a cleverly concealed camera. Its footage appeared on a Virtual Screen in one of the Prison Offices, and the layout of the chessboard was crystal clear.
In front of this Virtual Screen, which was over forty inches wide, there was a tea table adorned with a Purple Clay Tea Set and a specially crafted wooden Tea Tray. The Purple Clay Teacups on the Tea Tray emitted a delicate aroma of tea. Seated in front of the tea table were three individuals lined up: on the far left sat a Bald Fat Man whose weight resembled that of a Meatball piled onto a creaky sofa. His plump face was mostly obscured by oversized sunglasses. His neck and fingers were adorned with various necklaces and rings made of jade and gold, exuding an air of nouveau riche.
In the center stood the imposing Zhong Nian, dressed in a prison guard's uniform, his feet clad in a pair of military-style leather boots. He sported a sharp, cropped hairstyle, and his eyes were dark and unpredictable. From the insignia on his uniform's shoulder, it was clear that he held the rank of Captain, a title that belonged to only one person among all the guards and security personnel in this prison: the Warden.
Next to him was a tall, slender man wearing a traditional ethnic robe. Strangely, he had his head wrapped in a turban, and compared to the wealthy-looking fat man on the far left, he appeared much quieter.
Behind each of the three men stood a subordinate, each carrying a metal box.
"Since the chess game has begun, our betting should start as well. Hehehe," the Warden said, rubbing his hands together as he sat up to watch the screen with a smile.
"Director Wan really has quite the enthusiasm. To keep the betting going, you actually agreed to that young man's bail conditions. Aren't you afraid that the Warden will find out and it might affect your career?" The fat man on the left squinted his eyes and stroked his chin in mockery. He then waved for his subordinate to place the leather case on the coffee table and opened it to reveal it was filled with stacks of cash.
"People die for wealth, birds perish for food," Director Wan said as he bit down on his cigar. He gestured for his subordinate to bring over his own box for inspection by the other two men.
"It is an honor for me, Hamed, to participate in such a bet with Director Wan," said the man in the peculiar ethnic attire, nodding as he also signaled for money to be brought over for verification.
Director Wan waved for them to check the money and then casually crossed his legs on the coffee table, watching as the chess game on screen began to heat up.
"Don't you think this chess match makes for a more interesting bet? So, who are you all betting on?" he asked.
Hamed was the first to point at Lu Fei Fan on the screen and declared firmly, "I bet on him."
"And you?" Director Wan asked the fat man beside him. The fat man squinted as he twirled an emerald ring on his finger, seemingly in hesitation.
"How about I take the lead? I’ll bet on One-Armed Old Man winning while you two can bet on that young man. What do you say?" Director Wan suggested.
"Heh heh, since Director Wan has put it that way, how could I, Zhu Qianba, refuse?" The fat man replied with a grin.
Director Wan then turned his gaze back to Hamed.
"Everything as you wish." Hamed made a gesture with his arm across his chest, indicating that he sincerely believed in his intentions.
Seeing his authority respected, Wan Director smiled, puffing on his cigar while observing the chess game, engaging in lively discussions with the two men. They flattered him continuously, after all, in a few years, he was the most likely candidate to compete for the position of Warden of this prison. When that time came, their collaboration would hold infinite possibilities.
Back at the chessboard, Lu Fei Fan and One-armed began their true contest. In this game, One-armed unleashed all his strength, while Lu Fei Fan fought back with equal vigor.
The two played brilliantly, each move more exciting than the last. Even Duan Zhang, who was watching the match closely, felt a surge of anxiety. He hoped for Lu Fei Fan's victory; after all, if the old man lost, he would obtain what he desired. The higher-ups had promised him that as long as he organized this gambling match well, whatever the old man gave him would rightfully belong to him.
In contrast to Duan Zhang and those secretly monitoring them, Lu Fei Fan appeared much more focused. Although One-armed employed many of his best strategies with fierce attacks, Lu Fei Fan skillfully navigated through each perilous situation with perfect timing. This made One-armed nod repeatedly at Lu Fei Fan, seemingly reassessing him as if realizing his potential was limitless. It seemed he had underestimated him before.
The game flowed exceptionally well; neither side wanted to fall into a deadlock, leading to fierce clashes. The red and white pieces surged across the board like two raging torrents, each side suffering losses. However, as time passed, Lu Fei Fan's pieces gradually gained the upper hand. The old man began to shift from offense to defense, being pushed back step by step and ultimately losing large territories. In the end, Lu Fei Fan executed a brilliant Yellow Warbler Leaps Over the Butterfly move to break through One-armed's long-standing defense and then launched a relentless zombie-style attack that overwhelmed One-armed's remaining forces.
Once victory was determined, One-armed looked up at Lu Fei Fan and nodded in admiration. "Your chess skills are not inferior to those of a National Master."
Lu Fei Fan gazed at the board, surprised that his chess abilities could yield such brilliant moves. In his previous life, he would have considered himself at a professional level in Go.
"Could it be that my body has been enhanced by heroes, causing my thinking speed to increase?" Lu Fei Fan pondered inwardly.
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