At noon that day, in the prison cafeteria, Ye Mo was bored poking at the paste made by unknown things on the plate, and he was already bored with the "dishes" in the prison. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The food in the prison is by no means delicious, it can only be said that it keeps the prisoners from starving to death.

However, because the prisoners have not been exposed to meat for a long time and only eat such simple food, in order to consume enough energy, the human body will naturally make adjustments, so the prisoners will generally become very edible, and the amount of food provided by the prison is okay, but most of the prisoners will eat it quickly and feel that it is not enough.

On the one hand, Ye Mo is not used to this kind of food, and on the other hand, thanks to the physical attributes beyond ordinary people, Ye Mo's fatigue and hunger are also consumed relatively slowly, so he will not feel so hungry.

Ye Mo's behavior of "wasting food" quickly attracted the attention of others, and seeing that Ye Mo was a "thin" yellow person, some people soon couldn't bear it.

There are some long tables in the cafeteria, and a table of more than a dozen people is full, and there are a few big men at the table next to Ye Mo who talk to each other for a while, and then they suddenly stand up, and walk towards Ye Mo with their fists clenched ill-willedly, looking like a little villain who receives a bento in various movies.

Ye Mo didn't bother to look at them, but a group of people at Ye Mo's table paid attention to those people, and their expressions were a little gloating.

"Hey, little man, how about we talk?" The leader of the big men gathered around was a Caucasian man with messy hair and rotten yellow teeth, who grinned smugly and threatened.

"I don't want to talk, get out of here. Ye Mo didn't even seem bored to speak, he was really suffocated in this prison.

Don't ask why they can talk freely, Ye Mo actually speaks Chinese, but the magic between each other is that they can understand it, because this is a movie. Didn't you see that all the characters in the movie are in the same English, no matter what country they come from, and everyone in a Russian prison actually uses English......

Ye Mo's answer obviously ignited the anger of the white man, and he roared: "Damn, you little man dares to talk to me in such a tone!" He slammed his fist on Ye Mo's table, and said viciously: "You listen to me, you have to hand over the bread of every meal to me in the future, understand?"

Ye Mo looked at him propped up on the table, deliberately shaking his muscular arms, and didn't bother to answer, how many times has this episode happened in the past few days? Ye Mo can't remember, there are always idiots who can't learn enough to automatically send them to the door.

Ye Mo didn't talk nonsense with him, he turned around and punched, although the posture was a little awkward, but under the vigor, the white man was knocked back a few steps away, and he was caught by his accomplice so that he didn't fall.

The prisoners at Ye Mo's table were looking forward to this scene, and when they saw that someone had been taught a lesson, they all cheered loudly, and sure enough, every day there would be new fools joining the ranks of those who were beaten.

Most of these people were rescued by Ye Mo seeing that they were being bullied so badly, and they helped them a little bit, and out of self-preservation, they spontaneously circled around Ye Mo, but Ye Mo generally didn't want to see them, because don't look at them being bullied in prison, they actually don't know how bad the crimes they committed outside.

Seeing so many gloating, the white-toothed white man was so ashamed that his lungs were about to explode, and he screamed: "Let's go up together and teach that yellow-skinned boy a lesson!"

Ye Mo also knew that such a blow was inevitable, so he stood up, and when they rushed closer, he kicked at the fastest guy who was rushing, and immediately put down one, and then there was a crackling fight.

"Come on, beat him to death!"

"Kick his ass, kick his balls, you guys didn't eat!"

When they saw that there was a fight, the prisoners were excited, and a large group of prisoners spontaneously gathered around and shouted loudly and indiscriminately.

The commotion here quickly attracted the attention of the prison guards, and soon several prison guards rushed up in a series of whistles, but there were indeed a lot of onlookers, and it was difficult for the prison guards to control the situation for a while.

Just when the scene was in a hurry, the prison radio suddenly sounded a loud voice:

"Killers, thieves, your chance has come! The Prison Fighting Tournament is about to begin, and the villains who have faith in themselves should sign up for the qualifiers in this prison, and those who win the championship will be freed!"

This passage was repeatedly played on the radio, and all the prisoners in the cafeteria looked at the speakers, and instantly fell silent, and the last word "freedom" really hit the hearts of the prisoners, and I don't know how many people were ready to move in their hearts.

It's finally here, Ye Mo thought.

……

At this time, Ye Mo was already a qualifier for the Prison Fighting Competition in Chornay Prison.

The prison guards were not optimistic about him participating in the competition for such a small man, but some prison guards had seen the end of people constantly asking Ye Mo for trouble in the past few days, so soon, Ye Mo's registration was approved.

After becoming a fighter, at least one benefit, that is, the working hours are reduced a lot, and the prison authorities arrange that the fighters can have a certain amount of time to train every day to improve the fighting skills of the fighters. Ye Mo finally got rid of some boring and repetitive work.

Today is the first day of the fight, and the prison has designed a ring, the style of the ring is different from the normal boxing ring, the biggest difference is that the spectators are inmates who are isolated behind the iron bars, which can prevent the inmates from making a disturbance and ruining the fight.

In addition, the live matches will be filmed in real time, and the videos will be uploaded to some hidden gambling sites on the Internet, so that people who watch the videos can place bets through the Internet, and organizers such as Gege and others can get huge illegal income.

Ye Mo was not the first fighter to appear, he was in the player's rest area with the other fighters, waiting for the official start of this competition.

At this time, the host of the fight stepped into the ring, he picked up the microphone, and shouted passionately: "Now, ladies and gentlemen, killers, thieves, and fighting fans, get ready!

The prisoners and the audience at the scene could not wait, and as soon as the host's voice paused a little, the prisoners cheered loudly, some knocked on the railing, some whistled, and more clapped their palms and shouted.

The presenter is also obviously a master of creating atmosphere, and he follows the cheers of the audience, repeating "The game is here again!" It's on!" each shout raised a pitch, and with the audience's increasingly excited shouts, everyone present couldn't help but have their hearts beat faster and their blood boiled. Even the contestants couldn't keep their composure, and one by one they stood up and joined the shouts.

Although Ye Mo didn't shout, he stood up the same, his breathing gradually became heavier, looking forward to the start of the game in his heart, expecting his turn to play quickly.

According to the arrangement of the prison organizers, because there are more participants in the knockout tournament at the beginning, several games will be arranged in a row every day, and then the quality of the players will be high, so that the audience outside the stadium will have the opportunity to bet every day.

Soon, the fighters began to compete one after another, and there were constantly muscular hunks on the ring, and in the passionate cheers of the audience, in the splash of sweat and blood, a fighter would be carried off the ring in each round, and the winner would receive the cheers of the audience on the stage. But even the victors often have blood on their bodies, both their own and their opponents'.

This is the collision of sweat and sweat, this is the struggle of blood and blood, this is the primitive and barbaric desire to fight. Whether it was the audience present or the more people watching through the Internet, they were stimulated by this bloody and brutal battle again and again, and erupted into roaring shouts.

A few rounds later, Ye Mo played.

At this time, Ye Mo was only wearing a pair of shorts, his bare upper body showed a well-proportioned muscle, and his hands and feet were not tied or wrapped in protective strips of cloth like others, so he walked into the ring so refreshingly.

At this time, Ye Mo's opponent in the boxing ring was already standing there, a white man covered with tattoos, a bare head, and a bulging muscle, his height was at least one meter nine, more than ten centimeters taller than Ye Mo, and the whole person looked more than one size bigger than Ye Mo.

Ye Mo's appearance caused an uproar from the audience, most of which were questioning, because compared to his opponent, Ye Mo could be called thin, which made people suspect that he couldn't even withstand his opponent's punch.

However, there are also some voices applauding, they are all prisoners who know Ye Mo, and they know that although Ye Mo does not look very strong, he is really capable of fighting.

Ye Mo was not affected by the audience, but carefully observed his opponent, guessing in his heart the techniques that the opponent was good at and possible flaws. This was his first game, and it was also the first competition in which Ye Mo changed his attitude towards the enemy, and Ye Mo attached great importance to it in his heart.

I will fight hard to defeat every opponent, even at the cost of killing the other party, Ye Mo made up his mind.

Ye Mo's first opponent obviously despised Ye Mo, with such a thin body, he only needed a light punch to the opponent to fall to the ground. He looked at Ye Mo contemptuously, raised his hands high, and shouted wildly: "I'm going to kill this little yellow-skinned man, cheer!"

The audience was stimulated by his flamboyant attitude and cheered, and for a time the whole audience was full of neat slogans.

"Kill him!

Ye Mo was unmoved, all his thoughts at this time were in the range of a few square meters in the boxing ring, he stood on the boxing ring barefoot, stepped lightly and hard, felt the slightly soft cloth floor under his feet, and was familiar with everything in the boxing ring.

After a bell rings, the referee announces the start of the match.

Ye Mo slowly spread his legs apart and posed for the two-character pincer yang horse of Wing Chun, this posture caused a burst of laughter, they had never seen this kind of posture that seemed very awkward to them.

His opponent also snorted disdainfully, and walked directly towards Ye Mo, intending to wait for a close punch to end this match that seemed ridiculous to him.

However, no one expected that what they would see next would be such a scene.

Ye Mo's opponent was tall and long-legged, and he took the lead in attacking, and a powerful jab punch hit Ye Mo in the face, the power of this punch was so great that even Ye Mo felt a rushing airflow.

But no matter how much strength did not hit the opponent, it was in vain, Ye Mo perfectly dodged this punch with a slight side, his feet changed, and he approached the opponent in one step.

"I want to let go of the shackles in my heart and fight the opponent with all my might, he is my enemy of life and death!" Ye Mo thought so in his heart, his outstretched right hand instantly clenched into a fist, gathered all his strength and launched an inch, punching the opponent's chest and abdomen!

"Click!" At this moment, everyone present seemed to hear a series of crisp sounds of human bones shattering, Ye Mo's opponent was knocked straight out, and fell to the edge of the boxing ring, with a deep fist mark imprinted between his chest and abdomen, and the person was already unconscious before he landed!

Seeing this fist print, everyone will know that the ribs near the fist mark are estimated to have all been broken, and if you are a little unlucky, the broken ribs are inserted into the internal organs, and that is the end of death.

The audience was silent, everything happened so fast, no one thought that it would be such a result. It was as if the white man who was struck by the evil beast, and the yellow man who was emaciated, everyone thought that this would be a game with a huge disparity. Unexpectedly, the gap is indeed huge, but the result is completely opposite to everyone's perception!

"I did it, mercilessly, go all out!" Ye Mo's heart was no less shocked than others, this was the moment of his own change, and the bloody fight after that would allow him to completely let go of his body and mind and hone his Wing Chun boxing skills to a higher realm.

It wasn't until Ye Mo slowly put away his fists and stood up straight that the people present reacted, and the noise resounded throughout the arena at once, and for a while there were exclamations such as "How is it possible!" and "God!"

The referee also reacted, ran to the white player who fell to the ground, observed it, and thought that there was no need for a reading at all.

He took Ye Mo's hand and shouted, "Winner, Ye Mo!"

The audience was a little cold, and suddenly burst into huge cheers, all shouting: "Ye Mo, Ye Mo, Ye Mo!"

Ye Mo used his fists to let everyone know him, a powerful fighter from China.