"Fuck you!" said the little Yama king, who was really angry, picked up a bench from the ground and smashed it on the young man's head.

This time, the teenager didn't stand up again.

"Throw him to the squatting toilet!" the little king threw away the bench, and the prisoners immediately rushed over, lifted the young man with all their hands, and threw him beside me.

Seeing that the young man's delicate face was covered with blood, I couldn't help but pout. It took almost twenty minutes for him to slowly open his eyes and wake up.

"Fuck, this bastard is amazing!" the boy muttered as he clutched the wound on his forehead. Soon, he found me beside him, and he was the same age as him.

Meeting peers in a place like a detention center is no less surprising than meeting fellow countrymen in a foreign country. He was a little excited, and said, "Eh, brother, why did you get in?"

In front of my peers, of course, I tell the truth. "Organize a large-scale brawl. ”

"Wow, that must be exciting!......." The boy suddenly became lost, as if thinking of some sad past.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"Hey, I'm different. No one wants to be friends with me, and when I want to fight, a group of people fight me, and I've never experienced what it's like to fight alongside my brother. ”

"Would you like to experience it?" I said to him mysteriously.

"Huh? He was a little confused.

"I believe you must hate them very much now, do you dare to take advantage of the lights to go out in the trumpet at night, and after they fall asleep, kill them?"

"Why don't you dare?!Just do it!" The young man said brightly, "My name is Song Yang, what about you?"

"Yang Bin. We smiled at each other and knew each other.

Thinking of the inhuman abuse of Little Yama, I hate it so much. But I can't beat anyone in this room, if I can use Song Yang's anti-heaven combat power, I can be sure that the little Yama King will remember this night.

Night quickly fell and the lights went out in the room. Everyone stretched out and went to bed. Only the two of us were still nestled around the urinal, secretly planning our next move.

"Little Yama sleeps on the top bunk closest to us. After a while, when they were all asleep, we went in the dark. I'll strangle him with a rope. In the meantime, you stopped the prisoners who came to my aid. I whispered.

"Okay, no problem, but when we were locked in, everything was confiscated, where did you get the rope?"

"Hehe, wouldn't you make one yourself if you didn't have one?" I took off my shirt and twisted it into a strand.

"Clever!" Song Yang gave me a thumbs up and continued, "Then when are we going to act?"

"Right now. I grabbed the ends of my clothes with both hands and quietly walked to the bed of little Hades.

"Let you bully me!" I quickly wrapped my clothes around his neck, crossed my hands, and began to drag his clothes hard.

"Uh-" Little Yama woke up suddenly, but he had been strangled by me, and he had lost the ability to resist.

"Hey, what do you kid want to do?!" The commotion on our side quickly alarmed the sleeping prisoners. They didn't even have time to put on their pants, so they ran towards me.

"Song Yang, it's up to you!" I said with difficulty. "Okay!" Song Yang went to that station, and was so frightened that the prisoners stopped, you look at me, I look at you, no one wants to go first.

"Little ..... King..... Eight..... Egg ....." Little Hades' face turned red, and it became very difficult to speak.

It's a pity that I haven't eaten for two days, and the little physical strength I have left is rapidly draining. Little Hades used all his strength and quickly broke free. Immediately turned over and gave it to me.

"Kill these two bastards for me, and I'll treat you to chicken drumsticks tomorrow!" Little Yama knew how to take advantage of people's hearts, and the temptation he made once again attracted the group of prisoners, and everyone rushed over again.

There was no light, no windows, only the two small holes in the iron door. In the darkness, it was hard to even look at people, let alone fight. After Song Yang and I were surrounded by them, we punched Wang Ba indiscriminately, and we were knocked to the ground by everyone. The overwhelming fists and kicks rained down on us, and we curled up into a ball with our heads covered and waited quietly.

Before I acted, I figured out the rules of correctional inspections. Patrol the hallways every half hour. The chaser had just come before the lights went out, which meant that the chaste had passed through the hallway again half an hour later.

Now we just have to wait for the discipline to be attracted by the movement here, and then rush over, and we will be saved.