At this time, Jiang Bai had already entered the No. 7 cell under the arrangement of the No. 3 warden.

What awaits Jiang Bai will be a "gluttonous feast".

The two guards pushed Jiang Bai into cell No. 7, locked the big iron door of cell No. 7 heavily, and through the square window of the iron gate, he shouted at the old god who was lying on the rattan chair on the ground drinking tea, and was surrounded by more than 20 prisoners: "Ghost face, a newcomer is here, do you know how to do it? ”

The ugly man who was called a ghost face by the guards put down the teapot in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at the guards, and the corners of his eyes showed a fierce and fierce light, "I know, I hope the people you sent in this time can let me play a little more." ”

"Hmph, ghost face, don't delay it for too long, otherwise the adults will be angry, the speed is sharp, don't dream a lot of days, what kind of moths do you make, I have an explanation with the adults, by the way, you can vent first, this child is very tender, solve it as soon as possible." The guard glanced at Jiang Bai with a strange sneer, his expression full of pity.

"Got it, it's so verbose every time, why don't you come in first and play with our brother?" Ghostface sneered.

"Don't, brother, I can't bear your enthusiasm, you better spend your energy on this son, I'll be free, I forgot to tell you, this son, the lord told you to focus on the drum, you speed, I won't disturb your good things." ”

After that, the guard slammed the window of the iron gate and closed it, leaving not even a gap, and went straight to the guard's room to drink.

Cell 7.

The ghost face smiled coldly, and looked at Jiang Bai's eyes full of weirdness.

He didn't know how such a white and innocent son could provoke the third eunuch to pay so much attention.

You must know that the people who are usually sent to cell No. 7 are all extremely vicious people, and many of them are outlaws, but this son doesn't look like a big traitor, but like a fledgling stunned person, and he looks quite white.

Although cell No. 7 is the place where the villains of prison No. 3 gather, the environment is also good, and there are entertainment facilities such as TVs and billiard tables in a space of more than 50 square meters.

From the inside, it doesn't look like he's in prison at all, but rather like an ordinary chess and card room.

Surrounded by Ghost Face are several bearded men, looking at the bulging muscles on their bodies, they know that none of them are easy to mess with, and Ghost Face, who can become their boss, seems to be lean, and he should also have some ability, otherwise he would not be able to sit in the position of the boss of Cell No. 7.

Jiang Bai looked around at cell No. 7 and was amazed in his heart.

This cell No. 7 looks pretty good, not as dirty and messy as the ordinary cells I've seen before, everyone sleeps in the big bunk together, and even the toilet is just a squatting pit.

Here, there are not only more than 60 LCD TVs, but also billiard tables, soft beds, 778 impurities, except for the ghost face, everyone else sleeps on the upper and lower bunk beds, but it is the same as the general men's room, there is indeed enough mess.

Seeing an empty bunk in the corner, Jiang Bai stepped forward and walked over.

As soon as he took a few steps, four or five big men with evil lights in their eyes blocked in front of him, blocking Jiang Bai's way.

"Son, why don't you come and meet our ghost brother? Who taught you to be so unruly? Don't you know the name of our ghost brother in cell No. 7?" The words were a pockmarked face with various ghost drawing talisman tattoos on his arm, and the expression on his face was extremely obscene.

"Don't mess with me, I don't want to mess with me. Jiang Bai said coldly.

As a graduate of the police academy who almost became the backbone of the city bureau, Jiang Bai naturally didn't have a good impression of these vicious prisoners, but he had just come to Cell No. 7 and didn't want to have too many conflicts with them.

"Yo he, this guy is quite rushed, brothers, people look down on our brother very much, how should you entertain him, why is he also a newcomer. Mazi looked at the few big men around him with a weird face, and laughed.

"Ma face, how else can you entertain, of course, it's a fried meat set with bamboo shoots. ”

"What kind of stir-fried meat set with bamboo shoots, I think the steamed bun feast is better. ”

"No, no, no, of course it's the stump that tastes good, I don't believe you smell it. ”

"it, don't be disgusting with us, okay? Get out of the way and put away your feet that haven't been washed for a month, or I'll really make you a stump foot." Mazi glared at the big man who exposed his stinky feet in disgust, and the stinky foot man had no choice but to put on his shoes in a curt.

The few big men around Mazi Face argued word by word, and the focus of the argument was how to "entertain" Jiang Bai, as if Jiang Bai had become the meat on their chopping board for them to slaughter.

The rest of the people in cell 7 all looked at the pockmarked face with gloating, their eyes seemed to be full of excitement, only the ghost face didn't raise his eyelids, as if what happened in cell 7 had nothing to do with him.

Before, the guards also deliberately told Ghost Face to "entertain" Jiang Bai well, but now Ghost Face didn't care about it at all.

The newcomer who is usually sent to cell No. 7 doesn't need to make a ghost face at all, his other brothers are enough to make the newcomer's life worse than death, in his opinion, he is just a stunned young newcomer, who is worthy of his shot.

This kind of scene is commonplace, so naturally it will not arouse his interest.

"Son, do you hear me, my brothers are very interested in you, why don't you play with our brothers, if you serve you well, maybe we will take good care of you in the future. ”

"Get out!" Jiang Bai was full of disgust for these people in his heart.

If Jiang Bai still couldn't hear the meaning of their words, then Jiang Bai would have been in vain for so many years, and if he still talked about cultivation, it would be better to hit his head and die.

"It's quite arrogant, brothers, since he is disobedient, give him a lesson, and teach him the rules of cell No. 7. ”

As soon as Mazi's voice fell, several impatient big men greeted Jiang Bai.

The next scene shocked everyone in cell No. 7, and even the ghost face who had been resting with his eyes closed narrowed his eyes and looked at Jiang Bai.

In front of Jiang Bai, there were four or five big men lying on the ground, wailing.

Isn't it the pockmarked people who were going to do it to Jiang Bai just now?

At this time, the pockmarked face and the others, there was still a trace of arrogance on their faces, but they stared at Jiang Bai in disbelief, and there was a trace of fear.

Just now, they were about to make a move on Jiang Bai, who knew that Jiang Bai just raised his hand slightly, and they felt as if their faces had been hit by something, and their chests ached hotly.

The pockmarked faces and others who were swollen into half of the pig's head face, clutching their aching chests, how could they still get up from the ground, they only felt that their sternums were about to break, and the feeling of suffocation almost suffocated them.