Sha Qing

Chapter 118: Blue Notice (2)

"Wars come and go, but my soldiers stay eternal..."

The countenance of the prison guards present, including Captain Eric, abruptly changed.

Due to Thanksgiving, they have fewer guards on shift. And with such a riot, it was obvious that the batons and pepper sprays of the fewer than usual correctional officers wouldn't be enough. Therefore, Eric used the communicator on his shoulder to call for support, while instructing other prison guards to quickly return to the duty room to sound the siren.

All the inmates seemed to be drenched in the smell of blood in the air and had fallen into some sort of manic state. The wild shouts of excitement, the shrill cries of pain, the sound of siren, and the emergency measure broadcast, interweaved to form huge waves that kept on sweeping through everything, making the whole prison area seem like it was hanging precariously above the hell.

In the midst of this killing carnival, Sha Qing moved lightly towards the diagonal rear and silently flashed into cell 1316.

Timothy was sitting leisurely on the edge of the bed reading a book, in a world of his own, detached from the bloody battlefield a few meters away. The battle had spread from the aisles to the inside of the cells, but no other prisoners dared to set foot in his territory. "Not joining the front line? You're part of the Bloods, aren't you?" He said in a mocking tone, without taking his eyes off the pages.

"The real fight is not there," Sha Qing pointed meaningfully at his heart, " It's here. Unfortunately, many people will never understand it in their lifetime.."

"It seems like you're good at dealing with both." Timothy said, as his fingertips slipped into the inner side of the book cover. He then pulled out a piece of paper from its lining and flicked it to Sha Qing, "Here's the address you asked for."

Sha Qing unfolded it, "Sixth facility?"

"Rafael Stoker is really not in this area. I guess you won't be able to get in touch with him."

"But he's still on this island, isn't he?"

Timothy snorted, "What are you trying to do, transfer there? That can be quite difficult- unless you have some type of mental disorder. That is the area where most inmates with psychological illness are placed."

Sha Qing lowered his eyes in thought, and immediately smiled, "A good suggestion, I'll consider it. Also, from the tone of your voice, you seem to be quite happy about the trouble I'm facing. Have you forgotten that we're now allies?"

Timothy stood up and approached him step by step until the other man's body was covered by his own shadow casted by the light.

"Listen, little thing. It's you who's asking for my protection. If it wasn't for Alessio, I would have squeezed your throat until you stop breathing, and find the blood plate myself so I can get the whole sum instead of just the four fifths we agreed upon. Maybe you think you can reign supreme among those amateur, low-life serial killers, but here, you're nothing!" He sneered happily, "Do you understand, serial killer hunter?"

Obviously, Timothy had checked his details and probably contacted Alessio as well, but Sha Qing wasn't worried at all since what he said about Alessio was ninety nine percent true; as for the remaining one percent, the "really close friends" part, he knew that Alessio secretly wanted it to be true-he had always had an eye for other people's personal emotions, and had consistently used it to his advantage. He was just wondering why Alessio hadn't mentioned the ring, an extremely important thing that symbolizes their family heritage, to his elder brother.