The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO-Chapter 1745 - 1743: Narrow Paths for Enemies

Someone once said that the most perfect body a woman can have is one that forms an arch at the waist when lying flat.

The bigger the arch, the better the woman’s figure is said to be.

Previously, Wang Dadong had visually measured Sister Furong’s figure, and he was sure it could form an arch, a big arch at that!

Unfortunately, Wang Dadong was facing the wall at the moment and couldn’t see Sister Furong.

Should he turn around or not, Wang Dadong was a bit conflicted.

What’s there to be afraid of? She only said I couldn’t cross that line, not that I couldn’t look back. To avoid alarming Sister Furong, Wang Dadong didn’t dare to move his body and only slowly turned his head back. But after a certain angle, he couldn’t turn further.

Wang Dadong gritted his teeth and turned with force.

Snap, a light sound, and Wang Dadong nearly twisted his neck.

Hiss!

Wang Dadong took a sharp breath due to the pain.

But he finally witnessed the legendary arch.

Although Sister Furong was lying on her side, there was still a small arch formed at her waist.

Of course, only the sneaky Wang Dadong could see it, as Sister Furong was wearing prison clothes.

Gulp, Wang Dadong swallowed hard, because he saw underneath that Sister Furong wasn’t wearing a bra, her smooth, flawless back instantly revealed in front of him.

Indeed, where would a female prisoner get such luxury items?

Sister Furong’s body was slightly curled up, seemingly cold, and Wang Dadong could feel the bed shaking, as Sister Furong was shivering.

The quilt was used as a boundary line, could she not be cold?

He had Inner Strength protecting him, so he wouldn’t feel cold even if sleeping on an ice bed, but Sister Furong would.

Wang Dadong reached back, gently lifted the quilt, and covered it over Sister Furong, then slowly turned his head back.

The next morning, Sister Furong woke up, found the quilt covering her, and was about to get angry, but then she noticed Wang Dadong’s body still pressed closely against the wall, making her face slightly soften.

At this moment, the cell door was opened.

Soon after, the sound of a baton hitting the bed was heard.

"Get up, get up, all of you, get up!"

The female prisoners scrambled out of bed and quickly started getting dressed.

Wang Dadong rubbed his sleepy eyes, just about to get up when he felt a burning pain on his back from being hit with a baton. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Instantly furious, "Why did you hit me?"

"Why? I’ll hit whomever I want!" The prison guard, undeterred, hit him again.

This time, it struck directly on Wang Dadong’s forehead.

"Oh, you still dare glare at me!" The prison guard got more and more enthusiastic with the beating.

Wang Dadong was enraged, immediately wanting to beat up this despicable prison guard, but was held back by a hand.

"Don’t move." Sister Furong said in a low voice.

Smack!

The baton landed on Sister Furong’s shoulder with a heavy thud.

Sister Furong’s brows furrowed slightly, but she didn’t make a sound.

"Who the hell told you to speak?" The prison guard glared viciously at Sister Furong, then said, "Assembly in the yard in five minutes for morning exercises!"

"This is abuse of prisoners, you can report them!" Wang Dadong frowned.

"Shh! Keep it down, don’t let anyone hear you. What’s prisoner abuse? In this prison, death is a common occurrence." A female prisoner gestured for Wang Dadong to be quiet.

What Wang Dadong didn’t know was that this prison wasn’t even in Huaxia Country.

It was a very special prison.

Soon, Wang Dadong was taken to the yard, but he was already separated from the female prisoners. In Jiangdong First Prison, male and female prisoners were also kept apart. Only those male prisoners receiving special treatment would be placed in Cell 0.

Wang Dadong saw a familiar face.

Wu Fangqing! Although wearing sunglasses, she recognized Wang Dadong at a glance.

Damn, what a small world...

Wang Dadong felt a headache coming on.

"All the prisoners have been brought, Warden!" A prison guard saluted Wu Fangqing.

Seeing the guard salute Wu Fangqing, Wang Dadong finally understood why he received special treatment as soon as he entered the prison, being assigned to Cell 0—it turned out Wu Fangqing was the warden of this prison!

If Wu Fangqing was the warden and her boyfriend a lawyer, if Wang Dadong were an ordinary person, he might really rot in prison without any chance of getting out.

Wu Fangqing looked at Wang Dadong, a playful smile appearing on her face, "This morning’s exercise task is 20 laps. Anyone who can’t complete the task shouldn’t expect to eat breakfast."

laps, each 400 meters, totaling 8000 meters.

"What? So much? Wasn’t it just 10 laps before?"

The prisoners started complaining.

Little did they know Wang Dadong was still standing, as Wu Fangqing aimed to make them fall. Raising the baton in her hand, she coldly shouted, "Stop whining and start running immediately!"

With Wang Dadong’s physique, 20 laps or even 200 laps were no big deal. However, he didn’t dare to show off, for the easier he appeared, the more Wu Fangqing would torment him. Therefore, after only two laps, Wang Dadong sat down on the ground, panting like a cow, pretending he couldn’t run anymore.

Wu Fangqing didn’t pay attention to Wang Dadong, keeping her focus on the other prisoners as they ran.

Hmm, this woman didn’t come to bother me, Wang Dadong thought, puzzled.

But soon he understood why. The laps he didn’t run would be finished by the other prisoners. If they couldn’t complete them, none would get food.

Prison food was already extremely poor, not enough to fill them, and there were exhausting labor tasks. Missing even one meal was not a joke.

For the first five laps, everyone except Wang Dadong managed to keep up. After five laps, prisoners with slightly poorer physical fitness started struggling.

The eighth lap, the ninth, the tenth... the twelfth...

More and more prisoners collapsed, and by the fifteenth lap, only one prisoner was still running.

He was a very tall man, about two meters in height, with muscles like iron lumps on a dark-skinned body, resembling a moving fortress.

Despite running fifteen laps, his steps remained steady, even his breathing was stable.

Until the thirty-fifth lap, his steps began to falter.

Though strong, the man was still an ordinary person, achieving a level almost akin to a Dragon Group Warrior.

"Big Thunder, you want to finish the whole run on your own again? Today, it won’t be so easy." Wu Fangqing pushed her sunglasses, sneering.

Today, there wasn’t just one extra person, but the laps also doubled.

The only response to Wu Fangqing was the rhythmic sound of footsteps.

But as time passed, Big Thunder’s steps became increasingly heavy.