“Anything curious, after coming to the Independent State, you must have heard of your name, the leader of the Fearless Alliance of the Independent State. Who doesn’t know… you hide quite well… didn’t see it…” Sisha glanced at Yewanwan.
In response, Yewanwan didn’t say much more. Her reputation wasn’t that great.
“By the way, how long have you been detained in this place?” Yewanwan asked Sisha.
“About two months,” Sisha replied.
“Then… you should be quite familiar with the situation inside,” Yewanwan’s eyes lit up.
“It’s alright,” Sisha replied truthfully.
“Good, tell me about it. What’s going on here, and who are they holding captive?” Yewanwan sat down next to Sisha, eager to inquire. She knew nothing at the moment and needed someone to gather information.
“This is the last underground prison of your Independent State Martial Arts Union Guild, but this last level is not underground; it’s on an island,” Sisha explained.
Hearing this, Yewanwan contemplated. Who would have thought that the last underground prison level was not underground at all but on a damn island?
But, as it stands now, she made the right bet.
If the island discovered by Siyehan was not where the Martial Arts Union Guild imprisoned people, there might be significant complications. But at this stage, Ashura, the Fearless Alliance, and even the entire Nie family had set their sights on this island. She just needed to cooperate with the big shots on the island and work together from inside and outside. They could easily break out.
Naturally, before that, she might have to get acquainted with those big shots a bit more; otherwise, others might think she’s crazy.
“Why are you holding a hoe here?” After a moment, Yewanwan stared strangely at the hoe in Sisha’s hand.
“Digging a tunnel to escape,” Sisha said.
“Digging a tunnel…” Yewanwan stared at Sisha as if she were a fool. “If I remember correctly… this is an island, right? Are you planning to dig down ten thousand meters into the deep sea?”
Sisha: “I know it’s an island. So what? Can’t I relieve my frustration a little?”
Yewanwan: “Oh, okay, carry on. I won’t disturb you.”
…
The news of the capture of White Maple, the leader of the Fearless Alliance, had spread throughout the island prison in just half a day.
In this island prison, after a few days of effort, Yewanwan had successfully befriended many of the former big shots from the Independent State.
Since the recovery of most of her memories, the facial contours of many people had appeared in Yewanwan’s mind. Most of the big shots who had been captured on the island, she had seen before, and some she had even dealt with. So, setting them up… I mean, getting close to them, was relatively smooth.
One day.
In a dilapidated cell, Yewanwan sat with three people at a table. On the table were brand new playing cards, and around them stood the once-mighty big shots of the Independent State.
Seeing these big shots who were used to being so powerful now huddled together, thoroughly engrossed in playing Landlord (a card game), occasionally giving advice, the scene left Yewanwan somewhat bemused.
“Hehe, I have to say, White Maple, it’s been so many years, and you’ve changed quite a bit. I almost didn’t recognize you.”
A middle-aged man played a card and then chuckled softly.