The Chef Rules the Last Days

29: Chapter 27: Prison (3) Encounter 29: Chapter 27: Prison (3) Encounter Li Qian suddenly realized why the name sounded so familiar; the local tyrant in the prison often mentioned him.

“Old Shen Du, is it the Lu Chen from Jiang Residence in A City?” Hao Hu squeezed forward from a group of burly men, his blinded left eye deeply sunken with an ugly long scar crossing it, his expression agitated, “The Lu Chen who killed my brother and captured hundreds of our people?”

“Calm down, Tiger,” the man seated at the head of the table raised his cane and tapped the tabletop, his voice somber, “If it’s him, it’s not surprising that the goods were taken.”

“Logically, it shouldn’t be the case,” Li Qian adjusted his glasses and analyzed, “To date, there has been no appearance of a Dual Ability, and today they only carried a few bags when we brought them back.”

“Bring them over tonight,” Old Shen Du leaned against the back of his chair, seemingly tired, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

Li Qian tactfully retreated, and the crowd of burly men dispersed.

Before leaving, Mo Yan glanced at the watch on the table; his gaze paused on the paper, and he quickly grabbed it, a look of surprise on his face.

“What’s going on?” Ai Yang, noticing the pause, stepped forward for a look at the chart and his mouth fell open slightly, “Your junior from school?

Isn’t that—”

Mo Yan hooked his arm around Ai Yang’s shoulder and whispered in his ear, “Let’s talk when we get back.”

Ai Yang then called his companions, and the group left one after another.

Inside the room, only the man seated remained.

He slowly opened his eyes, set the cane aside, pulled open a drawer, took out a bag of white powder, poured some onto his hand, snorted it fiercely, and leaned back in his chair.

His gaze fell on his own left leg, which was empty and sagging under the trousers.

He gently stroked his left leg, head slightly bowed as if reminiscing about something, then his eyes turned fierce, and he murmured low, “Lu Chen.”

Outside the door, Mo Yan went straight to the prison dormitory.

Yue Ru stood up with a smile upon seeing the newcomers, “Welcome back, everyone.”

“You guys go on back,” he dismissed the others, then asked Yue Ru right away, “Has Su Mo arrived?”

Her smile froze, and she sat back down in her chair, her tone not so pleasant, “Yes.”

“Where is she staying?”

Seeing Mo Yan’s typically gentle face become so anxious, Yue Ru couldn’t help but wonder, “I’m telling you, Mo Yan, you already have Mengyao, why are you still concerned about that nobody!

How could you be like this!”

“Mengyao and I are not what you all think,” Mo Yan rubbed his forehead and sighed, for he had always maintained his distance and never admitted to anything.

Yue Ru wrote down a string of room numbers, slapped her hand on the desk, and said, “She’s already been taken in by someone.

Go check out the second floor yourself.”

After that, she turned her head away, no longer paying attention to him.

Why did this nobody always manage to win the favor of the great one?

And her, without any superpower and forced to sell her looks, she had to find this relatively easy position.

Hearing this, Mo Yan felt somewhat uncomfortable inside and turned to go upstairs.

Yue Ru stayed seated for a while but eventually got up and secretly followed him; she wanted to see what they would say to each other.

Su Mo gave one of the sleeping bags from the System Bag to Zhao Xiweng, tidied up the top bunk a bit, spread the sleeping bag on it, and hummed a tune, planning to visit Lu Chen next door.

“Xiweng, I’ll be out for a bit, if you need anything just call me,” she instructed Zhao Xiweng in the bunk below and then turned to open the door.

Stopping the tuneless song in her mouth, Su Mo stood still inside the room, not moving.

As Mo Yan was about to knock on the doors one by one, he paused and walked towards her.

His voice was as gentle and pleasant as ever.

“Su Mo”

Su Mo only heard him call out and immediately broke into a big smile, “Hello, senior.”

“Your hair…

You cut it short,” Mo Yan’s hand trembling slightly beside him, the girl in front of him was just as petite and adorable as he remembered.

She touched the hair by her ears, then stood on tiptoe and patted his shoulder, exclaiming, “You’ve changed a lot too, your eyes are red now.

You have a superpower, don’t you?”

Mo Yan thought of what Yue Ru had said just downstairs and couldn’t help asking, “Yeah, are you doing well?

I heard you…” He didn’t finish the sentence.

“Su Mo, who’s there outside?” Zhao Xiwen, who had been lying in bed listening for a while, called out.

“An old friend.

You rest well,” Su Mo answered and walked out to close the door behind her.

Zhao Xiwen sat up in bed for a while, then carefully got out of bed and quietly moved to the door, standing there silently.

Hearing a female voice inside, Mo Yan unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, feeling somewhat annoyed at Yue Ru’s loose talk.

Yue Ru was standing behind the wall at the staircase entrance; she had been peeping for a while before she crouched down and darted straight to the third floor.

“I’m doing quite well.

My friends take good care of me,” Su Mo smiled and leaned against the wall, looking up, “You listened to me that night, didn’t you, senior?”

“Hmm…

I was about to ask you how you knew…” Mo Yan was about to ask about it when the door next to them opened.

“Lu Chen,” Su Mo immediately turned her head to look, hurried over to him, and asked with a grin, “How come you’re out?”

The man’s face was slightly cold as his long fingers flicked her forehead.

She stepped back in pain, rubbing her head and looking up at him resentfully.

What’s with the cold face all of a sudden?

As soon as Su Mo shouted out, Mo Yan thought of that man who had even made Old Shen Du change his expression.

Was it him?

He couldn’t help but scrutinize the man before him more closely.

The man was a bit taller than him, and aside from his powerful aura, his appearance was also not to be overlooked.

“Hello, I’m Mo Yan, Su Mo’s college senior,” Mo Yan took the initiative and reached out to greet him.

“Lu Chen,” the man replied as his cool palm met Mo Yan’s hand.

When their hands touched, fire and ice collided, feeling the bone-chilling cold and immense strength in his hand, Mo Yan summoned his superpower to resist.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Chen let go, and Mo Yan struggled to keep his trembling hand steady, his Adam’s apple moving as he said, “We’ve just met, what’s this supposed to mean?”

Turning his wrist around, Lu Chen leaned against the door with his hands in his pockets, his face taut as he spoke coldly, “Nothing.

I just wanted to see what kind of person was worth her saving.”

Feeling the unexplained tension between the two men, Su Mo came out to smooth things over with a chuckle, “Actually, strictly speaking, it wasn’t me who saved you, it was him.”

She poked Lu Chen’s arm, not understanding why this man was suddenly so fierce.

“Momo!” A gentle female voice rang out in the corridor.

Su Mo stuck her head out to see the newcomer with golden waves in her hair and instantly felt a headache coming on.

She gritted her teeth and greeted her, “Hello, Mengyao senior.”

Chu Mengyao rushed over in a few steps, wedging herself between the three.

Her eyes widened slightly when she saw Lu Chen, her expression one of amazement, but she soon shifted her gaze away and took Su Mo’s hands softly, saying, “It’s so good that you’re alright.

It’s all my fault.

If I hadn’t twisted my ankle that day, Mo Yan wouldn’t have had to take me away first.”

Uh…

that means she’s showing off, right?

Su Mo’s lips twitched, and she silently stepped back, breaking free from her grip and sidling up beside Lu Chen, “It’s good that you’re fine, senior.”

“You do blame me after all,” Chu Mengyao’s hands stopped in midair, tears coming down as she spoke.

Seeing this, Mo Yan quickly came forward to comfort her, “She doesn’t blame you, don’t cry.”