Top-class Bodyguard

Chapter 1072 - 1048: Kyoto Buddha

On a main road in Yanjing City, a long procession of vehicles was moving forward, with Ren Feng quietly sitting in the center vehicle.

This was the vehicle holding high-risk prisoners, with a spacious rear compartment. Opposite Ren Feng, there were three officers wielding weapons, pointing their guns at him, closely watching his every move.

The middle-aged officer who had been sitting opposite him earlier was also there, looking at Ren Feng with caution in his eyes.

The interior of the compartment was silent; no one spoke a word. Ren Feng's hands were cuffed, his feet chained to the floor, treated in the most secure manner possible.

The middle-aged officer exhaled in relief; fortunately, the task could be completed.

"This is not the road to the police station."

Suddenly, Ren Feng spoke, opening his eyes, calmly looking at the middle-aged officer.

"What?"

The middle-aged officer froze for a moment, seemingly not fully understanding.

"This is not the road to the police station," Ren Feng calmly said, "The car is heading outside Yanjing."

The middle-aged man paused, the other three special police also looked confused. In the compartment with no windows, sealed with alloy, how could this man know the route?

"How do you know?" the middle-aged officer asked.

"That's not important. What's important is, this doesn't match what you said earlier."

Ren Feng said lightly, his hand moved slightly, and the guns in the hands of the three special officers were raised a bit, making a clicking sound.

"Don't move."

One special officer said sternly.

"I don't like having guns pointed at me," Ren Feng said lightly, "You should lower the guns."

The three special officers didn't move, instead raising the guns higher.

"If you don't lower the guns, I'll beat you until your own mothers don't recognize you."

Ren Feng's lips formed a slight smile, but it seemed cold.

"You're cuffed, you can't even move," one special officer said sternly.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Ren Feng seemed to be mocking. He raised his hands, looked at the handcuffs in between, and suddenly exerted force. The taut handcuffs made a crisp sound and shattered!

The eyes of the special officers widened, as if in disbelief, while Ren Feng grabbed the handcuffs on his other hand, lightly tugged them, and they snapped like scrap metal.

"These things are uncomfortable to wear."

The three special officers seemed stunned, and the middle-aged officer swallowed hard, full of fear.

"Don't move!"

One special officer shouted loudly.

Ren Feng seemed to ignore them, raised his left foot, and the chain on his foot broke instantly.

These things were like paper in the face of Ren Feng's strength.

"If you move again, I'll shoot."

Ren Feng didn't raise his head: "Why don't you advise them?"

The middle-aged officer reacted, "Oh, Yang Wu, lower your guns."

"But, Officer—"

Crack!

The crisp sound appeared, the chain on Ren Feng's right foot also shattered, he patted his clothes and stood up directly.

"Don't move!"

The three special officers stood up, their gun barrels pointing at Ren Feng at close range, but their bodies were shaking.

This guy, can he break chains with his bare hands? How is his strength so great?

Ren Feng reached out, brushed aside the barrels of the guns from the three men, and under the shocked gaze of the middle-aged officer, sat right beside him.

"Don't be nervous, I just want to chat."

"What... what do you want to talk about?"

"Where are we going?" Ren Feng gave a small smile, though to the middle-aged officer it signified extreme danger.

Gulp!

The middle-aged officer swallowed hard, looking uncertainly at Ren Feng: "How did you know we're not going to the police station?"

"You don't need to know that; you just need to answer my questions, understood?"

Ren Feng smiled lightly. In his perception, the convoy had already left Yanjing City and was heading to some countryside.

"We're headed to a special prison."

The middle-aged officer was a bit tense.

"Special prison? Isn't it supposed to be the police station first?"

Ren Feng's mouth curled into a slightly amused smile.

"I don't know about that. My orders were direct: take you to the prison without further interrogation."

"Oh." Ren Feng nodded, "And what's special about this prison?"

The middle-aged man was extremely tense, cold sweat forming on his forehead. The three special officers beside him dared not shoot, as Ren Feng placed a hand on the middle-aged officer's shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'm just trying to understand the situation. If there's trouble, it won't be on you. I'll find the person behind you," Ren Feng said, wiping the cold sweat off his head, "Just tell me everything you know."

The middle-aged officer took a deep breath: "Alright, but could you take your hand away first?"

Seeing Ren Feng lift his hand, the officer exhaled with relief and said, "It's like this, the full name of the prison is 'Yanjing Death Row Correctional Facility,' but we call it 'King Yan's Prison,' because once inside, no one ever leaves alive."

"Really?"

Ren Feng's face showed a playful look.

The middle-aged officer nodded seriously: "Yes, the prisoners here are basically madmen, extremely dangerous individuals. This prison is unlike others; even during incarceration, the death rate is very high."

Ren Feng still smiled: "So I was silently thrown into this prison?"

The middle-aged officer wiped his sweat, Ren Feng chuckled, "No worries, if this is King Yan's Prison, then I'm King Yan. Continue."

He nodded, "However, if you're talking about who is most terrifying in the prison, there's only one person."

"Who?"

"The Master."

"The Master?"

The middle-aged officer nodded, "We usually call him by his nickname, Kyoto Master. The Master controls this prison; he's the King Yan inside the prison. Whatever he says goes, if he wants someone dead, they must die. His power is terrifying; we don't dare provoke him, and even many powerful families in Yanjing avoid provoking the Master."

"Seems like whoever wants to throw me in is using the Master as a weapon."

Ren Feng smiled without any fear, looking at the three special officers standing beside him, "You have held the guns for quite a while, aren't your arms tired? Better lower them."

The three special officers froze, finally coming to their senses, and hurriedly lowered their guns.