"New little brother, don't bully him, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Shi Jun glanced at the twenty-two fierce prisoners with a calm face, and said in English with a warning tone.

The prisoners didn't put his words in their ears at all, and their beastly eyes fell on Yang Xiaoqian, licking their chapped lips, eager to pounce on him and eat him.

These prisoners are terrorists who have committed heinous crimes and have been sentenced to life imprisonment, and they have already lost their lives, and a little prison guard will not take him seriously.

Shi Jun also knew that his ability was limited, all he could do was to help Yang Xiaoqian say something, sighed secretly, greeted a colleague, and carried out the white man who was sitting in a pool of blood and dying.

This prison has its own peculiarities, and unlike other prisons in the world, there are some laws that do not have to be followed.

There were originally twenty-five people in room five, three of whom died in the fight, and there were twenty-two people left, and the Caucasian man whose eyeballs were knocked out just now is estimated to not live long, and now there are twenty-one people.

There were still three empty top bunks in the room, Shi Jun picked one for him that looked fairly clean, helped him put a simple futon on it, then patted him on the shoulder, and whispered in Mandarin: "Brother, take care of yourself!"

He gave him one last sympathetic look, then turned to leave.

Although he didn't help much, Yang Xiaoqian still felt a warmth in his heart, he didn't feel anything about facing his compatriots all day long in China, and once he was outside, he still felt that the Chinese people were good.

Twenty-one fierce prisoners rushed up and surrounded Yang Xiaoqian, their shoulders shrugged, looking at him and smiling.

Only one of them, a short, yellow-skinned Japanese, was gay, and the others were normal heterosexuals, but they were all sentenced to life imprisonment and never met a woman again for the rest of their lives.

When they were rampant outside, they were all unhappy without women, and now they are imprisoned and can't even see the shadow of a woman, and that kind of pain is unimaginable to normal people outside.

Many people have forcibly changed their sexual orientation.

Yang Xiaoqian, a little fresh meat that is more beautiful than a beauty, is simply a crazy temptation for them, and even those who haven't changed their orientation have decided to give it a try.

There is no dormitory boss in cell 5 because everyone is the boss.

None of these terrorists are fuel-efficient lamps, their fists are very hard, and everyone wants to be the first to taste Yang Xiaoqian!

For this reason, twenty-one people made a big move and fought wildly.

Yang Xiaoqian jumped on the top bunk, urged the true qi to force the storage ring out of his stomach, summoned a bottle of '82 Lafite, a red wine glass and a box of cigars, and then put the storage ring in his pocket.

Although he is locked up in prison, his storage ring is a super shopping mall, and he has everything he wants.

He turned on the red wine, poured a glass, lit the cigar, drank the red wine, smoked the cigar, sat on the edge of the bed and swayed his legs, squinting leisurely at the bunch of fools, watching the excitement with relish.

These terrorists were outlaws, and they fought to their deaths, and soon a white man and a black man fell in a pool of blood, and the scene was bloody and cruel.

"Don't fight, if you continue to fight, you will lose both, and no one will be able to taste the taste of this little fresh meat!

The diminutive Japanese man spoke loudly in broken English.

The crowd also felt that his words made sense, and they all stopped fighting.

The Japanese are more than 1.6 meters tall, with a thin figure, a small tuft of beard under the nose, a red scar on the corner of his mouth, a cold expression, and a grim gaze.

He smashed an empty bed board with one palm, tore the wooden bed into twenty-one small pieces of wood of the same size and length with his bare hands, carved the numbers on them with an iron nail, and placed the pieces of wood on the ground with the numbers facing down, disrupting the order of the pieces of wood.

His eyes flashed, and he generously let the others smoke first.

All the eyes of the terrorists were on him just now, and no one saw him cheating.

Yang Xiaoqian's eyes were sharp, but he saw that he used the blinding method to carve an extra piece of wood and hide it in his sleeve.

Yang Xiaoqian secretly sneered, and said in his heart that he was a master of gambling!

There was no number one on the wood chips on the ground, the real number one was in his sleeve.

Everyone smoked the wood chips on the ground, and the last person in the Japanese country picked up the remaining piece of wood on the ground, and quickly changed the piece of the sleeve with the blinding method.

All twenty-one people showed wood chips, and sure enough, the Japanese were the first.

Everyone's faces sank, and they glared at him viciously, all suspecting him of cheating, but no one caught him.

Yang Xiaoqian was a little puzzled when he saw it, and he couldn't understand for a while how the devil solved the problem of duplication of two pieces of wood this day?

There is no number one on the twenty-one fast wood chips on the ground, there must be two numbers that are repeated, if he draws the duplicate wood chips, it will be fine, but if others draw them, they will be exposed.

It turned out that he had drawn the duplicate piece of wood and swapped out the piece of wood number from his sleeve.

"The Japanese devil is really cunning!"

Yang Xiaoqian doesn't know how to gamble, he didn't figure it out for a long time, and he didn't think about it anymore, and he said that no matter how powerful your gambling skills are, you have a bird to use, and you are not a dead person in the eyes of Lao Tzu!

"Take, take!"

The Japanese people politely bowed to everyone and bowed falsely, and then walked towards Yang Xiaoqian with a lewd ~ smile.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Xiaoqian, and they were all stunned.

Depend on!

Drink red wine and smoke a cigar!

Is this the rhythm to fuel the fun?

Everyone looked puzzled, and then spit with envy, and they all planned that he would grab a few cups and smoke a few sips later.

Even drugs are available in this chaotic prison, and it's not hard to get wine and cigars, and there are secret ways to get them.

It is usually the prison guards in both the Hack Tiger and the Wolf Killer who collude with certain prisoners to provide them with goods.

They guessed that Yang Xiaoqian's red wine and cigar should have been given to him by the Chinese prison guard, and he should have wanted to bribe to please his roommate and suffer less abuse, but this kid drank it and smoked it himself.

The Japanese people are a real homosexual, seeing Yang Xiaoqian's beautiful little fresh meat, their souls flew, came to Yang Xiaoqian's side, licked his lips, looked up at him sitting on the edge of the upper bunk bed, and said in Japanese language mixed with English lewdness: "Yo Xi, Zhi, that, pig, come down immediately, take off your clothes, and make Lao Tzu comfortable, Lao Tzu can't lose you!"

A sentence of Yang Xiaoqian's reverse scales that the pig is angry about!

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me ask you a question, what will happen if the prisoners fight each other and kill people in this quicksand castle prison?"

Yang Xiaoqian's eyes were full of murderous intent, he squinted and glanced at everyone, and asked gloomily.

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