The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO-Chapter 1746 - 1744: Wu Fangqing’s Provocation

Finally, when it reached the fiftieth lap, Big Thunder’s every step was trembling, and his entire body was drenched in sweat, but he showed no intention of giving up.

"Very well, you still have ninety laps left." Wu Fangqing was well accustomed to Big Thunder’s stubbornness.

"No, including him, there are a total of one hundred and seven laps!" Big Thunder said, staggering with heavy steps and panting like a bull.

The "him" Big Thunder referred to was naturally Wang Dadong.

Wu Fangqing quite admired Big Thunder, so she often personally led the morning exercises for Big Thunder’s cell, and was well-versed in the number of people. But today Wang Dadong suddenly joined, and she forgot to count him.

However, Big Thunder included Wang Dadong, the newcomer.

By the sixtieth lap, his speed was basically akin to a snail’s pace.

Big Thunder’s limit was about seventy laps.

"Big Thunder, stop running, let’s skip meals if necessary."

Seeing this scene, many prisoners bit their lips silently. If it weren’t for Big Thunder taking care of them, they would be starving every day.

Yet Big Thunder persistently kept running.

Finally, at the sixty-ninth lap, Big Thunder stumbled and fell.

But he did not fall; instead, Wang Dadong held him up.

"Big Thunder, mere 157 laps, you can definitely finish them easily." Wang Dadong held Big Thunder’s hand tightly.

"Damn it, are you even human? Big Thunder will die from exhaustion!"

"Worse than a beast!" Many prisoners were displeased with Wang Dadong’s actions, cursing him for speaking such indifferent words when others were risking their lives for him.

If Wu Fangqing wasn’t present, they would have probably rushed in to hit Wang Dadong.

Big Thunder started running again, and his speed unexpectedly increased.

Seventy laps, eighty laps, one hundred laps... one hundred and fifty-seven laps!

Everyone was astonished, their mouths agape.

"Big Thunder, you’re amazing!"

"Big Thunder, we love you!"

The prisoners lifted Big Thunder and tossed him into the air.

"How did Big Thunder suddenly become so powerful?" Wu Fangqing was puzzled as she was quite familiar with Big Thunder’s strength.

"Mr. Warden, you said we’d get food if we completed the run, you won’t go back on your words, will you?" Wang Dadong teasingly looked at Wu Fangqing.

Wu Fangqing’s mouth slightly curved up, tapping her palm with the police baton, laughing, "This warden keeps her word, this time you got lucky."

In the cafeteria.

Big Thunder enjoyed the highest privilege; someone personally brought him a meal.

Wang Dadong picked up a meal too, ready to eat, but it was taken away by a skinny guy.

"You have the nerve to eat? If it weren’t for Big Thunder, you’d be running yourself to death. Today don’t eat breakfast, let Big Thunder have it."

Saying this, he was about to place Wang Dadong’s meal on Big Thunder’s table.

Big Thunder immediately halted the prisoner, took the tray from him, and personally handed it to Wang Dadong.

"Brother, don’t mind."

Others might be oblivious to the situation, but Big Thunder knew perfectly well. His limit was merely seventy laps, and when he was utterly exhausted, Wang Dadong lent him a hand, making him feel invigorated.

Finishing those 157 laps was essentially Wang Dadong’s accomplishment.

Wang Dadong smiled, "Big Thunder, you’re being too polite."

"Since you call me the boss, I’ll have your back here." Big Thunder said heartily.

"Thanks a lot, Big Thunder."

Just as the two were about to eat, suddenly Wang Dadong’s tray was knocked to the ground, and the food spilled all over.

"What’s the meaning of this?" Wang Dadong finally couldn’t hold back, stood up glaring angrily at Wu Fangqing.

"Oh, my bad, spilled your food." Wu Fangqing shrugged, her eyes full of provocation, as if saying ’I did it on purpose, what can you do about it?’

Big Thunder hurriedly held Wang Dadong back, signaling that he mustn’t offend this formidable character.

In this private prison, there was no one who wasn’t afraid of Wu Fangqing.

Wu Fangqing looked disdainfully at Wang Dadong, then clasping her hands behind her back, walked away. She wished Wang Dadong would act out, once he did, she could immediately accuse him of attacking the police, attempting to escape, etc., ensuring Wang Dadong spends his life in prison.

"Brother, what did you do to offend this Female Yaksha?" After Wu Fangqing left, Big Thunder looked at Wang Dadong sympathetically.

Wang Dadong feeling somewhat depressed said, "Would you believe me if I said I slept with her?"

Big Thunder was initially stunned, then laughed, "Of course not, if you slept with her, she would have probably killed you."

Wang Dadong didn’t say much, thinking that rather than being slowly tortured by Wu Fangqing like this, it would be better to have her shoot him and end it quickly.

After a day’s labor reform, Wang Dadong was sent back to Cell No. 0.

Before leaving, Big Thunder quietly had someone smuggle two cucumbers from the kitchen for Wang Dadong.

"What are you giving me these for?" Wang Dadong was somewhat perplexed.

"Brother, are you really ignorant or pretending?" Big Thunder looked at Wang Dadong like he was a monster.

With Big Thunder’s reminder, Wang Dadong understood instantly and stuffed the cucumbers into his pants.

Damn, with these two Divine Artifacts, even if Sister Furong doesn’t cover him, he wouldn’t be afraid.

Those group of female inmates were fierce like wolves.

Fortunately, Sister Furong was still looking out for him tonight, which made Wang Dadong quite pleased. Other female prisoners were unhappy, looking at Wang Dadong with resentment.

Although Wang Dadong’s physique wasn’t particularly burly, he was stronger than those who were previously sent here, definitely wouldn’t be easily toyed to death. But regrettably, no one dared to touch Sister Furong’s man.

However, after Wang Dadong contributed a cucumber, the female prisoners became excited again.

Sister Furong still sat at the bedside smoking.

Wang Dadong walked over, took out another cucumber and handed it over.

Sister Furong frowned, "What’s this, I don’t need it."

"Really don’t need it?" Wang Dadong waved the cucumber.

Sister Furong coldly turned her head away.

"Alright then." Wang Dadong shrugged indifferently, placed the cucumber under the pillow, and lay down properly against the wall.

"You don’t need to put a blanket in between, I assure you I won’t come over."

Accompanied by the sound of female prisoners playing with cucumbers, Wang Dadong entered a state of cultivation.

No matter where, cultivation is indispensable.

In the middle of the night, Wang Dadong awakened by a low sound.

The sound was faint, appearing repressed, yet seemingly tinged with a bit of joy.

The sound came from Sister Furong.

No need to think, Wang Dadong knew what Sister Furong was up to.

Sister Furong was already twenty-eight years old and wasn’t a virgin, being incarcerated for a long time, she surely had needs...