"Boy, do you know the rules here?"

The Scar Prisoner asked again.

"You know, whoever has a hard fist is the boss!"

Yang Xiaoqian sat on the edge of the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, leisurely looking at the seven people including the scar prisoner standing in front of him.

The seven people including the Scar prisoner were stunned for a moment, and looked at each other again, but they didn't expect this kid to be so direct.

"Hmph! Count you as acquaintances! Come, come up, give Lao Tzu a health care!"

The man with the scar glared at Yang Xiaoqian fiercely, and then lay on a bed opposite him.

"I'm grass, you're too direct, aren't you? Who do you think of me? Why should I give you health care?"

Yang Xiaoqian was startled, stood up suddenly, glanced at the scar man's fart, and reprimanded with a look of resentment and justice.

", what kind of person! At a young age, my head is full of unhealthy, Lao Tzu is asking you to massage me, where do you want to go when you are paralyzed!"

When the scar man saw Yang Xiaoqian staring at his ass, he suddenly shrank and roared viciously.

Several other prisoners frowned and looked at Yang Xiaoqian with disgust, originally this kid was born like a Korean little fresh meat, and he had a good impression of him, but his thoughts were so unhealthy.

"Why are you still stunned? Why don't you come up quickly? Hurry up, come, come up and Lao Tzu! Oh no, no, come up and check Lao Tzu! Oh no, no, no, come up and that...... Oh, what's that...... Oh, I'm going to grass you, Lao Tzu was originally quite a simple person, you see you have polluted Lao Tzu's thoughts! Oh, by the way, that one came up to massage Lao Tzu! Hurry up!"

The man with the scar lay on the bed, turned his head and yelled at Yang Xiaoqian viciously.

"Boy, hurry up, give us the health care for our boss and then do it for us!"

"Hehe, no one is missing, this is the rule of our prison!"

"We are all people who have come here like this, and in the future, you will be responsible for each of us to do health care, cleaning, and foot washing, in short, all the work in our prison is yours!

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Several other prisoners grinned back to their beds and lay down, waiting for Yang Xiaoqian to finish it for their boss before they did it for them.

"Why?"

Yang Xiaoqian quit and said loudly.

"I'm grass, are you mentally paralyzed? Just because I'm the boss of the dormitory! Don't you understand?"

The scarred man yelled.

"Isn't it me in the dormitory?

Yang Xiaoqian squinted at the scarred man lying on the bed.

As soon as the words fell, the scar man and the other seven people suddenly fell silent, and they all turned their heads to look at Yang Xiaoqian, carefully identifying whether this kid was a fool or an arrogant madman.

The scar man and the other seven jumped out of bed together with a loud bang and surrounded Yang Xiaoqian.

"Boy, you said the dormitory boss is you?

The man with the scar was close to Yang Xiaoqian, staring at a pair of eyes the size of copper bells, curious to ask for an understanding.

"I'm grass, you paralyzed retarded, just rely on Lao Tzu's fist!"

Yang Xiaoqian rolled his eyes, and the spit sprayed on the scarred man's face.

The man with the scar was stunned, obviously he had lived for more than forty years, and he had never seen such an arrogant kid after being on the road for so long.

The other prisoners finally determined that the boy was an arrogant madman, and they all took a few steps back and looked at him gloatingly, for they immediately saw that he had been beaten into a bloody man by their boss!

Really!

Their boss reacted and blew up on the spot!

"I'll make you paralyzed, let you go crazy again!"

He roared like a thunderbolt, raised his fist the size of a bowl, and slammed into Yang Xiaoqian's face!

Yang Xiaoqian sneered, surging with fierce anger, countering violence with violence, and also punched out.

The two fists slammed into each other, and the scarred man's fists clattered and shattered in several places, and he took five or six steps back in a row, slamming into the bed opposite, screaming and clutching his broken fists, and swearing foul language.

"Grass, you dare to pretend to be the boss in front of Lao Tzu, and you owe repaired cheap bones!"

Yang Xiaoqian strode forward, hugged the head of the scarred man with both hands, and slammed into the iron bed fiercely.

"Whew...... Whew...... Spare your life, brother...... Your fist is hard...... The dorm boss is yours...... I took it...... Whoop...... Spare your life, spare your life, ......"

The man with the scar was like a chicken in the hands of an eagle with no room to resist, and he felt that his head was about to be knocked out of his brain at any moment, and he was so frightened that he cried out for mercy.

He begged Yang Xiaoqian to spare him, so he let him go.

The scarred man's entire head was stained red with blood, and he was lying on the ground spinning around, snorting and wheezing, and couldn't get up for a while.

"Paralyzed, you all come over and stand in a row!"

Yang Xiaoqian pointed to the other six prisoners who were so frightened that they scattered and fled, and shouted domineeringly.

The six prisoners didn't dare to disobey, and came to Yang Xiaoqian in fright, stood in a row, and looked at him with a frightened face, not knowing what he was going to do.

Just now they saw Yang Xiaoqian's violence with their own eyes, and they never dreamed that such a harmless little fresh meat would be so fierce, it seems that it was true that he came in because of murder just now!

"Grass you guys a bunch of cheap bones, let Lao Tzu do health care for you, Lao Tzu first take care of your face!"

Yang Xiaoqian slapped them in the face, slapped them a dozen times in a very rhythmic manner, and directly slapped them into six pig heads.

The six of them covered their faces with snot and tears on their faces, begging for mercy again and again, completely admitting and being completely afraid.

Yang Xiaoqian's ear was sensitive, and when he heard Zhang Yunfeng's footsteps, he walked into the No. 5 cell and walked towards the No. 1 room.

"The paralyzed prison guard came and asked you how you made this hanging picture, do you know what to say?"

Yang Xiaoqian glanced at the seven people domineeringly, and said in a threatening tone.

"I know, I know, we do it ourselves, we have itchy flesh and skin, we like to do it ourselves, and their prison guards can't control it!"

The scar man and others said one after another.

"You know each other!"

Yang Xiaoqian gave them a warning look, yawned, and lay on the bed like the man with the scar just now.

"A few of you, come over together and give Lao Tzu a health care!"

Yang Xiaoqian turned his head to look at the scarred man and the other prisoners, and said with a bright smile.

The scar man and the others twitched out of the corner of their eyes a few times, the rules are the rules, and people with hard fists are the boss, so they should listen to the boss, and they have to go to the boss's bed and start doing health care.

Some people massage the shoulder, some people massage the back, some people massage the arms, etc., the division of labor is clear, the technique is quite good, it seems that this number of wardens pay more attention to health, popular health care.

The door opened, and Zhang Yunfeng walked in.

"Ahh......h What are you doing? Let go of my cousin!"

After he left, he didn't worry about Yang Xiaoqian, and came back to see how he was getting along with his fellow inmates, but when he entered the door, he suddenly saw this scene, and thought that they were taking turns to do something to Yang Xiaoqian.

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