The man with the bloated face covered his nose, crimson blood oozing between his fingers, and buzzed towards Xiaoshu, "How could you hit someone?"

Xiaoshu looped an arm around the fat man’s shoulder, brought his left hand up near his ear, and whispered, "You know about all those eye-gouging cases happening in the city lately, right?"

Hearing this, the fat man’s eyes widened and his whole body shook. He instantly knew he had crossed paths with the King of Hell; his previous arrogance vanished without a trace. He hunched his back, kept his head down, adopting the posture of a servant, and murmured softly, "Two elder brothers, I was a bit reckless while driving just now, didn't see you standing there. A great man shouldn't hold a grudge against a small one; just tell your little brother whatever you need help with."

"Truthfully," Xiaoshu rubbed his forehead, "I might have been a bit heavy-handed just now. I truly apologize. How about I drive you to the hospital? With your face all crooked and your vision blurry like that, you can't drive."

"Yes, yes, yes, what Big Brother says is exactly right." The fat man nodded, his voice still buzzed, while intermittently glancing back toward the prison area, his gaze laced with extreme, urgent tension.

"What are you looking at? What's happening over there?" Xiaoshu intentionally adopted an expression of complete ignorance and asked.

The fat man pulled out a napkin to hold over his nose; blood still dripped steadily onto the ground. So, he ducked his head closer to Xiaoshu's ear and whispered quietly, "We can’t stay here, we have to leave quickly!"

"Ah?" Xiaoshu feigned shock.

Seeing that he knew nothing, the fat man became anxious, afraid of wasting time needed for their escape. He spoke hurriedly, "There’s a riot in the prison, the whole facility is out of control! If we don't run now and those murderers catch us, we’ll truly be sent to hell to see King Yama. See those charred bodies on the field? If we don't run, we’ll end up like that!"

"Oh!" Xiaoshu seemed to wake up from a deep dream. "Then I'll drive, let's get out of here quickly."

So, the fat man opened the car door for Xiaoshu to slide into the driver's seat, while he took the front passenger seat. Xiaoyu, holding Xiaohei, sat in the back. The three of them in the Mercedes, Xiaoshu stomped the accelerator to the floor, whooshing out of the main gate. They sped directly toward the suburban hospital.

The journey was relatively smooth; after all, it was a Mercedes. On the wide, deserted eight-lane highway, accelerating to 200 kph was effortless. A journey that usually took several hours was completed in just half an hour.

Upon arrival, Xiaoshu parked the car at the hospital entrance, tossed the keys into the fat man’s hand, and pulled Xiaoyu along toward the city. Xiaoyu had originally come to see Huagu. Seeing Xiaoshu pulling him in the wrong direction, he hurriedly cried out, "Aren't we..." Before the words "going to the hospital" even left his mouth, Xiaoshu had an arm around his shoulder, covering his mouth, and quickly ushered him away from the hospital gates.

Not until the two of them, with the cat, were well out of sight of the entrance did Xiaoshu release his arm from Xiaoyu's shoulder. "We can't go in with him. That guy driving a Mercedes around a prison clearly has connections! If he figures out our objective, he’ll definitely call for backup. By then, we won't be able to see Huagu or your sister."

"En," Xiaoyu nodded in understanding. After a few seconds, he asked again, "Then how will we see Huagu?"

"That’s simple. Wait here a moment." With that, Xiaoshu trotted over to a small convenience store not far from the hospital. In five minutes, he returned carrying two hats, two mops, and two buckets.