The cafeteria was very large, similar to the school cafeteria, but there were also a lot of prisoners, and it was extremely crowded, with piles of people everywhere, and some of the three-seater benches were squeezed into five people.

Many prisoners were queuing up at the place where the food was served, and when Zhou Sen walked by, the prisoners immediately gave up their positions and let Zhou Sen stand at the front.

Zhou Sen glanced at the food on the prisoner's plate in front of him, a pot of rice, a spoonful of vegetarian vegetables, a fried chicken thigh, an egg, and a green apple.

The color of the meal looks good, and the portion is quite good, but the meat dish is just a chicken thigh.

The prisoners are also the prisoners, they are actually finishing in advance, and the prisoners are lining up just to receive it, and when it is Zhou Sen's turn to collect it, the corner of the prisoner's mouth flashed a cruel smile, and he pulled the fried chicken leg down.

"What do you mean?" Clay, who was standing behind Zhou Sen, roared.

"If you say it again, I'll cancel all the chicken legs in 11 barns. The prisoner looked at Clay with contempt.

"You ......" Clay blushed and the green tendons on his neck bulged.

"Say!" the prisoner tapped the spoon in his hand in defiance, and the spoon made a screeching sound on the iron basin.

"......" Clay glanced at Zhou Sen, lowered his head with his teeth tight, and did not speak again.

"Our boss has spoken, as long as Zhou Sen makes trouble, all the chicken legs in the 11 warehouses will be canceled. The prisoner said triumphantly.

"Who gave you the right?!" Zhou Sen finally spoke, he felt that the prisoners behind him were waiting for him to speak, if he didn't speak at this time, the future would not be easy, after all, people had already bullied him.

Suddenly, Zhou Sen thought of the old villain.

What would the old villain do if he was there?

No, if it was the prisoner Zhou Sen, what would he do?

Zhou Sen couldn't find an answer.

Now, the only thing Zhou Sen can do is to protect his rights and interests through the prison system, although the probability of success of this kind of rights protection is very low, but he also has to bite the bullet, after all, he can't be bullied on the head and keep silent.

"I, I, I......" The prisoner who was cooking was confused by Zhou Sen's questioning, he had thought about countless scripts, including Zhou Sen's rehearsal of flipping the table, but he didn't expect the other party to question like this, which broke all the rehearsals.

"Give me a reason to cancel my chicken legs, or I'll report it to the prison guards. Zhou Sen stared at the prisoner with a cold face, neither humble nor arrogant, but he was overjoyed in his heart, judging from the prisoner's reaction, the order in the prison was not out of control, at least, the rights stipulated in the system could still be guaranteed.

"Humph!"

The prisoner who was cooking glanced at the prison guard in the distance, let out a heavy cold snort in his nose, and then slammed the chicken leg that was pulled down into Zhou Sen's plate.

"Remember, I'll break both of your legs and put you in a wheelchair for the rest of your life whenever I get the chance. When Zhou Sen left, he imitated the tone of the bad guy in the movie, and felt compassion for the prisoner who was cooking.

Scene words, always have to be said.

Zhou Sen took the plate and left with his head held high.

“......”

Looking at the back of Zhou Sen leaving, the prisoner who was cooking inexplicably shuddered.

"Zhou Sen, here. Just when Zhou Sen was looking for a vacant seat, the sword master in the distance beckoned to him.

"Master Dao. ”

Zhou Sen walked over, and the prisoner beside the knife master hurriedly got up and gave up his position.

"Someone's targeting you. Dao Ye lowered his voice and said.

"What do you mean?"

"It's a bit unusual that two things happened in quick succession today, so you have to be careful. ”

"Hasn't it always been like this in prison?" Zhou Sen looked dazed.

"It's always been like this, but you're not included in it, because, in Mogan Prison, no one will take the initiative to provoke you, only you provoke others, and today, even a cook who cooks provokes you, this matter is not simple. ”

"That'...... Then what should I do?" Zhou Sen suddenly panicked.

"It's not a problem if you don't lose your strength, but the problem is that you've not only lost your strength now, but you've also lost your memory, and you don't even remember who your enemies are, so there's nothing you can do but be careful. Dao Ye sighed.

"What power do I have?" Zhou Sen couldn't help but ask curiously.

"You really don't remember at all?" said Dao Ye smiled bitterly.

"I don't remember. Zhou Sen shook his head and complained to himself, it was strange that he remembered.

"If your strength is not restricted, this prison is just paper to you, even if your strength is limited to basic strength, few of the prisoners of Mogan Prison here dare to provoke you. Dao Ye said.

"Papier-mâché ......" Zhou Sen once again expressed his doubts, because he really couldn't imagine that he could destroy this impregnable prison with human power.

"Yes, devastating and vulnerable. Dao Ye nodded affirmatively.

......

It was calm during the meal, and after eating, a group of prisoners went back to their cells.

After returning to the No. 11 warehouse, looking at the old villain's empty bed, Zhou Sen's heart was also empty. When there was an old villain, Zhou Sen didn't have to care about anything, everything in the warehouse was properly arranged by the old villain, and now that the old villain went to the hospital, he was a little at a loss.

Does the old villain die?

No!

Zhou Sen was sure that although the sharp weapon in the hands of the fierce young man stabbed the old villain in the chest, it was close to the shoulder blade, and it did not stab the heart, so it was not fatal, and he believed that the old villain would not die.

Zhou Sen also believes that a guy like the old villain will never give up his life for others, and when he sacrifices his life to block the knife, he must have weighed the danger.

"60752, come out!"

Just when Zhou Sen was thinking wildly, two prison guards walked to the door of No. 11 warehouse, and the iron door of the prison room "clanged" open.

"Boss, call you!" Clay reminded in a low voice.

"Call me ......" Zhou Sen was stunned.

"Yes, your number is 60752. ”

Zhou Sen reacted at this time, and hurriedly got out of bed and walked out. The two prison guards glanced at each other, and the two were very satisfied with Zhou Sen's cooperative attitude.

Under the escort of the two prison guards, Zhou Sen dragged his shackles past one cell after another, and the prisoners in the cells were lying on the iron railing and looking at Zhou Sen intently, Zhou Sen was inexplicably flustered.

Is it going to be sent to the gallows now?

Probably not!

It won't be so unlucky! Eight months later. Zhou Sen kept comforting himself, but his heart couldn't control the crazy beating.

After passing through a row of cells, I passed through a metal corridor, and then, in front of a metal door, on which was hung the words "Infirmary".

The guards knocked on the door, and then the metal door opened, and a female doctor in a white coat and a mask motioned for the three to enter.

After the three entered, the female doctor negotiated a few words with the two prison guards, probably meaning that the death row prisoner also needs privacy and dignity, and asked the prison guards to sit outside and wait, and the two prison guards whispered a few words, believing that Zhou Sen had never hurt women, and he was wearing shackles and handcuffs, so they agreed to sit outside and wait.

After communicating, the female doctor took Zhou Sen into the small room inside and closed the door.

At the moment when the door closed, an inner door opened, and a good-looking female prison guard wearing a police uniform rushed towards Zhou Sen like a tornado, and before Zhou Sen could react, the female prison guard had already hugged Zhou Sen tightly and sobbed.

"You have half an hour. The female doctor chuckled ambiguously, left the small door, and closed the door by the way.