bookrandom Chapter 497 Fatty, are you really stupid or just pretending?
Chapter 497 Fatty, are you really stupid or just pretending?
Startled by the roar, Luo Han Guo trembled, his forced composure crumbling instantly. He stammered, "I...I don't know."
Scarface's eyes widened, and he took a step forward: "What? You dare say that again?"
Luo Han Guo was startled and hurriedly waved his hand. His mind was a mess, and he blurted out something incoherent:
"Huh? I know! One-way streets, fast lanes, sewers... and pedestrian crossings!" He became less and less confident as he spoke, and his voice grew softer and softer.
Scarface was so angry he laughed, pointed at his nose, and roared:
"Stop talking nonsense! Come here right now!"
At this moment, two prison guards strolled over, twirling their batons in their hands, and glanced indifferently at the standoff.
However, they clearly had no intention of interfering. Instead, they leaned against the wall with their arms crossed, looking quite relaxed and like they were watching a good show – they had seen this kind of drama of newcomers being "set rules" upon entering prison many times before.
Luo Han Guo swallowed hard, his throat was terribly dry, and his legs were trembling, but he dared not disobey. He could only shuffle step by step to the front of the prisoners, his head bowed low.
One of the tall, thin prisoners, with a sinister look in his eyes, patted him on the shoulder, his tone threatening:
"Stop pretending, I'm asking you about your gang! Which gang are you in?"
Luo Han Guo paused, looked up, and stared blankly.
"Gang? What gang? Is it a gang that sells things?"
Scarface was amused by his foolish appearance and patiently explained:
"It's your branch! A branch in the underworld, do you understand?"
Luo Han Guo smiled as if he had just realized something, nodded repeatedly, and said:
"Oh, I know! You mean pies! Lemon pie, apple pie, chocolate pie... I've had all of those!"
The prisoners were dumbfounded. They looked at each other, their faces full of astonishment—was this fat man really stupid or pretending?
Seeing their expressions, Luo Han Guo assumed he hadn't said enough, so he quickly added:
"There's also peach pie, blueberry pie, grape pie... My mom can also make pumpkin pie, it's so delicious!"
Scarface could no longer contain himself; his anger flared up instantly. He stepped forward, raised his hand, and slapped Luo Han Guo across the face. With a crisp "smack," Luo Han Guo's cheek instantly turned bright red.
"Go to hell, you idiot!" Scarface cursed. "I asked you who your boss is? The boss of the underworld!"
Luo Han Guo covered his burning cheek, tears welling in his eyes, and said with a wronged expression:
"Big brother? I don't have a big brother. My mom only gave birth to me. I'm an only child!"
Scarface was so angry he was practically fuming. He reached out and shoved him, and Luo Han Guo staggered back two steps, almost falling over.
"What the hell is this got to do with you! Stop spouting this nonsense!"
The big, healthy plant in the corner couldn't stand it any longer. After all, they had come in together, and they couldn't just watch the monk fruit get bullied to death.
He coughed and began to speak:
“We are from Chaozhou, and he said he was from Chaozhou too.”
Huatabing quickly chimed in, "But we don't know exactly where in Chaozhou it's from."
Luo Han Guo, as if grasping at a straw, hurriedly smiled obsequiously at the scarred man and said, "Yes, yes, I'm from Chaozhou, a native of Chaozhou!"
Scarface narrowed his eyes, reached out and poked Luo Han Guo's chest with considerable force, causing him to groan.
"Okay, you said you're from Chaozhou, so let me test you."
He paused, a malicious smile playing on his lips:
"Sing me a Chaozhou song! If you can't, you're an imposter, and I'll teach you a lesson!"