My Sexy CEO Wife

Chapter 464 - 461: The Dungeon

"Come, let me introduce you," the fortune-teller said, pointing to the man beside him, "This is my cousin, he works at the Eastern Spirit King's Estate."

"Hello," Gao Fei greeted politely.

The man sized up Gao Fei and asked, "Are you the one who wants to see Bai Daqing?"

Gao Fei nodded, "Yes."

"To tell you the truth, I really don't want to get involved," the man said coldly, "If it weren't for my cousin begging me, I definitely would have refused."

"I..." Gao Fei was about to speak but was interrupted by the man.

"Listen to me," the man waved his hand, "once you enter the prison with me, don't look around and don't speak loudly. Just do whatever I tell you to do."

"I understand," Gao Fei nodded.

"Let's go," the man turned and left.

Gao Fei and the fortune-teller quickly followed.

"Hey," the fortune-teller touched Gao Fei lightly and whispered, "I went through a lot of trouble to help you this time."

"Old sir, thank you for the trouble this time," said Gao Fei gratefully, "if there's anything in the future, just tell me. As long as I can do it, I definitely won't refuse."

"Those words are quite pleasant to hear," the fortune-teller nodded slightly.

The three of them hurried along, turning left and right, and after a few turns, stopped in front of a large prison.

The walls of the prison were built with huge stones, with molten iron poured into the crevices. Strong formations were set up around the prison, both for attack and defense. In addition, thousands of soldiers patrolled around the prison. With such meticulous security, not even the most formidable prisoner could escape.

"Wait here," the man stepped forward, murmured a few words to the prison guard, then stuffed some Spirit Stones to the guard. Afterward, the guard opened the prison gate. The man turned around and waved to Gao Fei and the fortune-teller, "Alright, come in."

Gao Fei and the fortune-teller hurriedly walked over.

"Follow behind me, don't look around, and don't talk," the man instructed, and then led Gao Fei and the fortune-teller into the prison.

"Clang!"

The sound of the prison gate closing came from behind.

As soon as he entered the prison, Gao Fei felt a chilling air that made him uncomfortable all over. Due to the lack of sunshine all year round, the prison was somewhat dark and damp, with a moldy smell. Walking along the corridor, they saw cell after cell with prisoners inside—disheveled, ragged, and looking pitiful.

They continued forward, and after a while, the man stopped.

"Why have we stopped?" Gao Fei asked, puzzled.

"We've arrived," the man said coldly, "Bai Daqing is imprisoned ahead."

"Ahead?" Gao Fei looked up and saw a large iron door ten meters away—tall and imposing, carved with a fierce tiger's head, eyes wide open, mouth agape, showing sharp teeth.

"Behind that iron door is the Level One prison cell, where Bai Daqing is locked up," the man said.

"Level One prison cell?" Gao Fei was startled, "Prison cells have levels?"

"Of course, they're divided into levels," the man said impatiently, "Ordinary prisoners are held in Second Level and Third Level cells, while prisoners with special identities are locked in Level One cells. Remember, once inside, behave yourself and don't cause any trouble." After the warnings, the man walked over and knocked on the iron door several times.

"Who's there?" a hoarse voice came from behind the door, sounding rather grating.

"It's me," the man said, "Liu Zhenhai."

Standing in the distance, Gao Fei nodded to himself. So the man's name was Liu Zhenhai. It was quite an imposing one.

"Clang!"

The heavy iron door slowly opened, and a gaunt old man stepped out, "Why have you come so late?"

"Got held up on the way…" Liu Zhenhai handed over a bulging Storage Bag, "Please do me a favor, and I'll treat you to a drink another day."

The old man skillfully pocketed the Storage Bag and then whispered, "I can only give you the time it takes an incense stick to burn. After that, you must leave." Upon saying this, the old man added, "This matter must be kept secret; absolutely no word of this can leak. Otherwise, we're both in for it."

"I know the stakes," Liu Zhenhai chuckled. "I won't blab."

"Alright, go on in," the old man stepped aside.

Liu Zhenhai gestured to Gao Fei, "Go on, just remember, you only have the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Focus on what's important, and once you're done, leave immediately. Don't dawdle."

"Alright, got it," Gao Fei quickly walked through the iron gate and disappeared into the darkness in a blink of an eye.

Liu Zhenhai and the fortune-telling old man waited outside, not following him in.

...

In the dark and damp cell.

A lantern cast a faint halo of light, barely illuminating the cell.

There was an old wooden bed by the wall, on which lay a man staring at the ceiling, lost in a daze. This man was the city lord of Chaotic Wind City, Bai Daqing.

Bai Daqing looked very disheveled at the moment, his hair filthy and tangled, his clothes caked with dust, his eyes unfocused, exuding a very weak aura.

"Cursed it…" Bai Daqing exhaled a deep, frustrated breath, "Sikong Yi! Even as a ghost, I won't let you off!"

"Tap, tap, tap..."

A set of faint footsteps could be heard from outside.

Bai Daqing lay motionless in bed, thinking it was the jailer coming to inspect.

"City Lord!" a familiar call startled Bai Daqing.

"Eh?" Bai Daqing's body jolted as he slowly turned his head, "You are… Gao Fei? Is it really you? How did you end up here?" Bai Daqing staggered to his feet, his face full of disbelief and astonishment.

"City Lord, what on earth happened? Why were you captured?" Gao Fei asked.

"Alas!" Bai Daqing heaved a heavy sigh, "It's all because of the son of the Eastern Spirit King... That little bastard came to Chaotic Wind City and harassed my daughter. I stepped in to stop him, and he had the audacity to splash out and curse at me. In a fit of rage, I hit him, and I swear, I only used a tenth of my strength, but the son of the Eastern Spirit King was so frail. Just one slap from me, and he lay on the ground, spitting blood, nearly dead... When the Eastern Spirit King heard of this, he was enraged and ordered my arrest. What infuriates me more, the Eastern Spirit King wouldn't even let me explain, ordering my execution straight away... My hatred!"

"Sir, what can I do to rescue you?" Gao Fei, short on time, opted for brevity.

"There's only one way."

"What way?"

"...Forget about it, there's no way you could accomplish it."

"Ay, are you trying to kill me with anxiety? What way is it, hurry up and tell me," Gao Fei pressed urgently.