CHAPTER 439: CHAPTER 440: IN PURGATORY PRISON

Su Changfeng returned to the room. He didn’t want to get involved in this matter. No matter what decision Tang Qiulu made, Su Changfeng would support her.

Su Changfeng sat by the bed, taking out a sensor from his wallet. It was very small and easy to lose, but this could never happen to Su Changfeng because he checked it many times a day.

Counting the days, the pangolin has been taken away for a long time and is likely already in the Purgatory Prison. However, the sensor hasn’t shown any response. Perhaps something unexpected happened to the pangolin, or Ye Qingtian is simply not in the Purgatory Prison.

Whenever Su Changfeng thought of this, he felt uneasy. He hoped Ye Qingtian was still alive. Su Changfeng had high expectations for this, but he was also afraid these expectations would vanish.

"Grandfather, you must live well. As long as you are alive, I will do everything to rescue you." Su Changfeng said resolutely, clutching the sensor tightly.

A dark room.

This pitch-black environment instilled fear in people, and no matter how strong-willed one was, it would give them the creeps.

In the corner, a figure curled up, hugging their knees, slightly trembling.

Ever since the pangolin regained consciousness, he had been in this environment, aware that he was now in the Purgatory Prison.

He estimated that the place he was in was like a confinement room. Perhaps everyone newly admitted to the Purgatory had to go through this phase.

The pangolin couldn’t determine how long he had been inside. The dark room prevented him from seeing light and feeling the passage of time.

Outside of the darkness, the only thing the pangolin could perceive was occasional vibrations that led him to speculate that the prison was underneath a region, as there was hardly any country or area where frequent vibrations occurred.

The intervals between the vibrations from the Purgatory Prison were relatively short, pointing to only one plausible explanation.

Is the Purgatory Prison truly at the Earth’s core?

If it really were as he suspected, it would be no surprise that the Purgatory Prison had gone unnoticed for so long, given it was not set on the Earth’s surface and thus couldn’t be discovered.

"Luckily, I used to often end up in confinement rooms. I’ve gotten used to such environments. If it were someone else, they might have committed suicide by now," the pangolin muttered to himself, trying to find comfort, but his slightly trembling body revealed his mental state was not very steadfast.

Being in a confinement room devoid of even a trace of light meant not even being able to see one’s hand before their eyes, which would be overwhelming for humans ordinarily accustomed to living in brightly lit environments.

"Given my current state, I could last three to five years here. Let’s see how long you can keep me locked up." The pangolin constantly reminded himself to keep spirits up, knowing that if he collapsed now, he wouldn’t have any chance of escaping.

Suddenly, the door of the confinement room opened, finally allowing light to disperse the darkness.

The glaring light made the pangolin unable to open his eyes, forcing him to bury his head between his legs.

Listening to the footsteps, the pangolin knew three people were approaching, probably ready to take him from the confinement room.

However, when the footsteps neared, he was unexpectedly beaten by the three individuals and left alone afterward in the confinement room.

Lying on the floor, entering the dark confinement room again, the pangolin felt despair. Did the Purgatory Prison prepare a package? Not only imprisoning people in such confinement rooms but also letting people be beaten?

"I’m damn resilient like a cockroach! No one should think they can defeat me!" The pangolin said through gritted teeth.

Suddenly, the confinement room shook, and this time the tremor was stronger than before.

"Don’t these guys worry about bringing this place down, trapping everyone here?" The intensity of the quake made the pangolin shiver, further confirming his belief that the Purgatory Prison was underground.

In the villa, Su Changfeng put away the sensor, just as Tang Qiulu conveniently returned to the room.

Seeing Tang Qiulu looking drained, with her shoulders drooping powerlessly, he could guess the outcome.

"Agreed?" Su Changfeng asked with a smile.

Tang Qiulu bit her lower lip. Although she disagreed, she couldn’t resist Sun Mei.

"Changfeng, would you blame me?" Tang Qiulu lowered her head, not daring to meet Su Changfeng’s eyes.

The group was bought by Su Changfeng, and he was the one who developed it to its current scale. Although on the surface, Tang Qiulu was the chairman of the Shen Family Group, the group’s current status was unrelated to her.

In others’ minds, Tang Qiulu was the group’s chairman, a situation visible to all. However, in Tang Qiulu’s mind, she felt that Su Changfeng owned the group, because without Su Changfeng, the group would have gone bankrupt.

"Why would I blame you? But are those people going to stay in the villa permanently?" Su Changfeng would not want the Sun family to live under the same roof, especially with Sun Gui’s personality; letting him stay in the villa would eventually lead to trouble.

Of course, Su Changfeng didn’t fear the Gu Family, and probably the Gu Family wouldn’t trouble him either, but Su Changfeng wouldn’t let Sun Gui act recklessly.

"Mom promised me she wouldn’t let the Sun Family stay in the villa permanently," Tang Qiulu said.

"That’s good. It’s almost time. I’ll take you to the group." Su Changfeng said.

Tang Qiulu deliberately glanced at Su Changfeng’s wallet. Recently, she kept noticing that Su Changfeng would be lost in thought, holding the wallet, so she guessed there was something particularly important to him inside.

"If there’s something bothering you or worrying you, you can tell me." Tang Qiulu didn’t directly ask Su Changfeng what was wrong. This was what made her considerate; she knew that if Su Changfeng wished to tell her, she would find out even if she didn’t inquire, but she wouldn’t force him to do what he didn’t want to.

"Nothing. Let’s go." Su Changfeng stood up, put away his wallet, and said.

Regarding Ye Qingtian’s situation, Su Changfeng wouldn’t tell Tang Qiulu unless he rescued Ye Qingtian. If Ye Qingtian was no longer alive, it would be a secret Su Changfeng buried.

While driving to the group, the Changsheng Martial Arts Hall had a particular occurrence too.

Wang Fu and his grandson Wang Changtian arrived again, and this time the person accompanying them was not the previous one but a sinister man approximately 30 years old.