Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

Cell No. 27, late at night!

Kun Ji knelt in the middle, with a sharpened steel bar in front of him. On the bed opposite him sat the gang leaders of cell number 27.

Kunji gritted his teeth, picked up the steel bar from the ground, took out a bottle of alcohol that he didn't know where he got it from, and carefully wiped it to disinfect it.

Looking at the faint rust marks on the steel bars, An Xiaohai felt a chill run down his spine. If things weren't handled properly and he caught tetanus, losing his life would really be a huge loss.

But things have already come to this point, there's no going back.

After dealing with the steel bars, Kunji gritted his teeth and rolled up his trouser legs.

"Kunji, your brother Hai has pleaded with me. For his sake, you don't need to stab my thigh, just my hand."

Gui Liu was giving them a huge favor. Stabbing the arm is much less dangerous than stabbing the thigh, which can easily lead to disability.

"Thanks, Brother Ghost, but I'll stick to leg braces. I make a living with my hands, so it doesn't matter if my legs are crippled!" Kun Ji grinned, looking somewhat creepy.

Gui Liu was stunned for a moment, staring at Kun Ji for a while before glancing at An Xiaohai. To be honest, Gui Liu was starting to regret it.

This Kwan Kee is a ruthless person! How come we never noticed before?

Kunji rolled up his trousers and, without much foreplay, grabbed the steel bar and stabbed it hard into his thigh. The steel bar pierced through his thigh and protruded a long way, leaving two holes in one cut!

Uh~

The intense pain caused Kunji to let out a suppressed groan, cold sweat instantly soaking his entire body. Without pausing for a moment, Kunji gritted his teeth and pulled the steel bar out of his thigh after a few breaths.

Blood spurted out, spraying all over Kunji and splattering everywhere around him.

The cell was eerily quiet, save for Kun Ji's increasingly heavy breathing. Although they were somewhat prepared, the bloody scene still sent shivers down everyone's spines.

"Second cut! Ah~"

Kunji mustered all his strength and stabbed him a second time. This time, he could no longer hold back and let out a piercing scream that sent chills down everyone's spine.

Just when everyone thought Kunji could no longer continue, Kunji roared, pulled out the steel bar from his leg, and without pausing, plunged the knife in for the third time!

After all, the injury was too severe, and Kunji was exhausted. The knife didn't go all the way through; the steel bar only penetrated halfway into his thigh.

Kunji let out a weak groan and slumped to the side. An Xiaohai reacted quickly and rushed forward to catch Kunji.

"Alright, that's enough, you've got guts! I give up!" Gui Liu raised his thumb and looked out the window at the same time.

Kunji's screams naturally alerted the prison guards, and by then, Mo Qinglian was already opening the iron gate to the cell.

"No, Brother Gui is so kind, Kunji doesn't want to owe you anything! Brother Hai, please help me!" Kunji pleaded with An Xiaohai. An Xiaohai grabbed the steel bar, but couldn't bring himself to do it.

A few days ago, when Kunji came over and said he wanted to work for him, An Xiaohai felt nothing. In An Xiaohai's view, this was just like being unhappy at a company and changing jobs; it wasn't a big deal.

Moreover, if Kunji could replace Gui Liu, the eldest brother, he could replace himself one day.

But at this moment, An Xiaohai's feelings were completely different.

When the steel bar pierced Kunji's thigh and blood spurted out, An Xiaohai felt a faint connection between himself and Kunji.

It's a strange feeling, and I can't put it into words.

"Boss, hurry up and do it, the prison guards will come in if we're any later..." Kun Ji urged, enduring the pain, seeing that An Xiaohai couldn't bring himself to do it.

At this moment, Mo Qinglian had already opened the cell door, but was stopped by the other prisoners in cell number 27. Mo Qinglian was confronting them and calling for backup. The prisoners wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

"Boss, let me do it!" Lai Donglin said, quickly grabbed the steel bar and pulled hard, finally piercing through the thigh.

Three cuts and six holes!

Kunji was too weak to scream anymore. An Xiaohai could only feel Kunji's entire body convulsing and trembling uncontrollably in his arms. Helpless, An Xiaohai could only hold him tightly with all his might, hoping to alleviate some of his pain.

"An Xiaohai! What are you doing?!" Mo Qinglian summoned backup, broke through the prisoners' blockade, and entered, pointing his baton at An Xiaohai and bombarding him with questions.

For some reason, a surge of anger suddenly rose uncontrollably in An Xiaohai's heart. He did not answer Mo Qinglian, but simply raised his head and glared back fiercely.

"An Xiaohai! I advise you not to do anything foolish! Let him go right now!" Mo Qinglian raised his baton.

An Xiaohai stared intently at Mo Qinglian; this scene was so familiar!

"You still dare to glare at me? Didn't you hear me telling you to let him go?!" Mo Qinglian's face was somewhat distorted. An Xiaohai's gaze made him feel an endless chill. At this moment, he was actually a little afraid, although he absolutely did not want to admit it.

"Xiao Mo, don't be impulsive. They don't look like they're fighting. Take a closer look, and don't act rashly!"

The older prison guard next to Mo Qinglian tugged at his clothes and said something. It's unclear whether the prison leadership knew about Mo Qinglian's impulsive nature, but they always paired him with mature and steady guards like this.

Mo Qinglian glanced around. Everything was arranged neatly, and it didn't look like a fight at all. Instead, it looked like prisoners were self-harming.

"I'll say it again, let go of him! Did you hear me?!" Even though he knew he had made a mistake, Mo Qinglian still wouldn't easily change his mind, as that would be too disrespectful.

"Can't you see how much pain he's in? Shouldn't he be taken to the infirmary first? Am I wrong to hold him?" An Xiaohai's voice was as cold as frost.

Although Mo Qinglian was always targeting him, An Xiaohai never took him to heart. However, Mo Qinglian's attitude today made An Xiaohai feel particularly disgusted.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and send two people to help the injured to the infirmary. We'll deal with the rest when we get back! All of you, get up and tidy up your quarters, be ready to answer questions at any time."

"Let's go, let's go, saving lives is the priority, let's get to the infirmary first."

Fearing that Mo Qinglian would lose face, the older prison guard simply gave the order himself and pulled Mo Qinglian out of the cell.

With Kunji's injuries being so severe, Liu Xuemei certainly couldn't handle them, so he was immediately sent to the city hospital.

The prison authorities' questioning naturally yielded nothing. After all the commotion until three or four in the morning, An Xiaohai finally lay down on the bed, utterly exhausted.

But I can't sleep.

"Ah Hai, don't think about it too much. Go to sleep. You have to get up early for work tomorrow morning," Guo Xiangshui whispered to him.

"Uncle Shui, I don't quite understand. Do we really have to do it this way?"

"Of course it has to be this way!" To An Xiaohai's surprise, Guo Xiangshui not only answered very quickly, but also in a resolute tone: "There must be rules in the underworld. Without rules, everything will fall into chaos."

We must all pay the price for our actions. Only by paying the price can we learn to respect and cherish what we have.

An Xiaohai was greatly surprised. He never expected Guo Xiangshui to say such a thing. These words sounded like he was just bragging, but they contained a very deep psychological logic: loss aversion.

Human nature is to hate loss; it's ingrained in our genes.

Gui Liu lost Kun Ji, his subordinate, which was a loss. Kun Ji's execution of the Three Cuts and Six Holes was precisely to make up for this loss.

Kunji's execution of the Three Knives and Six Holes was both the price of leaving Gui Liu and an investment in An Xiaohai. If one day he leaves An Xiaohai again, it would mean that this investment has failed, which would be another loss.

Driven by loss aversion, after this ordeal, Kunji will only become more loyal to An Xiaohai.

"The underworld is far more complex than I imagined..."

An Xiaohai kept his eyes open until dawn.