Lynch subconsciously jumped up from the bed, and then walked to the iron door, which had a small iron window slightly larger than the bricks, and could see the outside.

Amid the usual cursing of the prison guards, the prisoners formed a formation in the corridor and gradually walked to the center of the hall to assemble.

Among them, there are many strong men wearing anklets and exploding muscles all over their bodies, and the anklets are constantly rubbing against the floor when they walk, making a heart-wrenching sound.

Don't think it's a kind of bondage, the guys who can be taken care of are all good at causing trouble in Watergate Prison, and few people dare to provoke them to their faces.

When everyone was almost assembled, the prisoners began to routinely report the number, from 001 to 219, which was quite a lengthy process.

Watergate Prison is divided into three wards, and Lynch's Ward A is the largest and most chaotic. Many prison guards would rather manage the mysterious C Ward than deal with these perverted black men all day long, most of them don't like to take a bath, and their bodies smell stinky, like a moldy oversized black bread.

When the prisoners counted the numbers, Lynch waited behind the iron gate, waiting for the guards to come and let him out, after all, he still had to eat dinner.

But no one came, and the guards seemed to have forgotten him, let alone come over, and they didn't even glance at him out of the corner of his eye.

It wasn't until the prisoners were almost gone that Lynch realized something, and he raised his fist and slammed it against the cold iron door.

"Hey, there's another one here, isn't it dinner time?" Lynch leaned his face against the bars in protest.

But the sparse sound of the prisoners walking quickly drowned out his shouting.

Occasionally, the prison guards who heard Lynch's voice also turned a deaf ear as if they had discussed it in advance, and the warden sent a message that the kid would be starved for three days, and after three days, he would be sent directly to the large room.

He made a bet to everyone that the bulls in heat in the tuba room would love the tender-skinned rookie, at least in the eyes of the Dogskin Bear, who was still very tempting.

"! Let Lao Tzu out, get over and pant! Lynch angrily raised his fist and slammed it on the cold iron door.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The slamming of the door sounded loud because there was no one in the hall anymore, or he was the only one left in the entire prison area.

"Damn! Raised by a bunch of bitches! Lynch gave his middle finger to the bars, retreated depressedly, and sat on the small wooden bed in a daze.

As a peak master in the late stage of the Lingxi Realm, he could certainly do it without eating or drinking for a period of time, relying only on the remaining energy in his body to maintain his metabolism.

But energy and food are completely different things, Lynch's usual meal is itself large, and he hasn't eaten for a day and a night, and his stomach is already rumbling.

This hunger pang is insurmountable, and for Lynch, it is not a simple physical problem, but a psychological irritability.

In order to solve this irritability, he began to choose to meditate and pranayama, enter a state of refining true qi, and use guò as a way to divert his attention and overcome many psychological obstacles.

About half an hour later, after running for two hours, he couldn't hold on a little anymore, tilted his head, and fell to the bed.

I haven't heard of the new prisoners not giving them food......

Could it be that someone did it on purpose? Want to starve me to death?

Damn, I didn't provoke those prison guards!

Memories flew through Lynch's mind like a slideshow, and he suddenly remembered that the warden hadn't followed him while he was being taken away by the guards.

Thinking about it this way, it must be Dong Liguo who has done something behind his back, his cunning old fox eyes are not inferior to the fat pig warden.

If there is no food to eat, Lynch can last for ten days and half a month, but once the energy accumulated in the body is used up, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Even if the True Qi is running, it needs a normal body to support it, otherwise the True Qi will be dissipated in the process of condensation.

No, no, you can't sit still!

With Lynch's years of experience, planning ahead is always better than a soldier. Killing trouble before it arises is the style of a master.

It looks like I'm going to be hungry tonight, and even if I think of a way, I'll have to wait until dawn tomorrow to implement it.

He lay upright, habitually touching his pocket, wanting to light a cigarette and smoke.

But when the palm of his hand reached into his pocket, he touched not cigarettes and lighters, but a few hard things.

Only then did Lynch remember that his personal belongings had been taken away by the prison guards during the medical examination, and he had not even been spared a few dollars in change.

"What's that?" Lynch muttered softly, took his hand out of his pocket, and was overjoyed.

It turned out to be a few beautifully packaged strips of dark chocolate!

This is a lifesaver for Lynch, this thing contains more calories than eating bran vegetables.

He quickly opened one of them, couldn't wait to stuff them into his mouth, and chewed them like fried beans.

After eating, Lynch remembered that these chocolates were secretly stuffed to him by the female prison guard named Chen Hong.

For ordinary people, a few bars of chocolate are worth nothing at all. But for the inmates in the prison, this thing is too precious.

Is that girl helping me like this just to think about me?

The corners of Lynch's mouth raised a hint of bitterness, if that was the case, he would rather go hungry, so what did he become, the legendary male sex worker?

Although the female prison guard named Chen Hong looked quite beautiful, there was no doubt that the girl must be a pervert, and he could feel a chill just thinking about it.

The rest of the chocolate Lynch didn't intend to eat, but carefully hid it under the mattress along with the wrapping paper.

He had heard that there were often rounds in the prison, and if the guards found out, they might all be confiscated.

It's a lifesaver, and he's going to wait until he can't bear to be hungry, so he chews on it to stall for time.

He was ready for a long fight, at least he wasn't confident that he could run out on brute force, which sounded like a joke.

The inmates who had returned from dinner were again bustling with their old days, talking about the color of the underwear of a female prison guard in the prison and the cup size of the female prison doctor in the infirmary.

Whenever it comes to excitement, some people put their hands into their crotches regardless of the disdain of others, and comfort themselves with intoxicated expressions.

In such an isolated place, no one will laugh at anyone's sexual orientation, let alone hide morality and right and wrong.

Most of them like to go straight, full of foul language, and occasionally get a bang. The poster of the milk girl, and even have to fight for it.

Sincere! Sincere! Sincere!

Half-asleep, Lynch seemed to be stirred by cold water, and when he looked up, there was an ugly man's face on the iron window.

"Hey, boy, do you want to buy something?" When the man saw Lynch looking at him, he immediately asked angrily.

His throat seemed to be a little inflamed, his head was a little unsound, and the back of his head was bulging out irregularly, looking like a dirty nest.

"Buying something? Is it possible to buy things in prison? Curious, Lynch stood on tiptoe and looked out.

"New rookie, retract your head!" Wogua Tou glared at him fiercely, as if threatening: "As long as you have money, you can buy anything." ”

"What's there?" Lynch retracted his head with amusement.

"Eat, use, smoke! Do you smoke? I have a whole pack of cigarettes and candy here, as well as marijuana and sea. Logos ...... Forget it, you don't have any money to look at your hanging appearance, you better wait for your friends outside to call you for money to find me, you can call me a universal businessman, or like everyone else, call me Wogua Tou, I mean my name is Wogua Tou, they all call me like that, for many years. ”

"Everybody calls you that?" Lynch then asked.

"The stinky pigs in the cage, and the damn prison guards......" The head of the melon complained like a resentful woman, and then frowned again: "Are you rich?" I don't want to waste my time on a poor guy like you, there's a lot of business up there for me to do. ”

"How much is a pack of cigarettes?"

"One hundred yuan, there are only five packs left, if you want to buy it, move quickly." As he spoke, he picked up a box from the cart.

It is the kind of inferior brand on the market that is almost out of print, and there is a choking burning smell when smoked, and Lynch remembers that at the best time, it was only sold for five dollars a box.

"Is there anything better?" He doesn't seem to care much about the price.

"A little better need to be booked, what brand do you want?" I can get it for you. Hearing Lynch say this, Wogua Head suddenly became less anxious, he felt that he had met a rich man who spent a lot of money, at least he quoted twenty times the price, this rookie did not look stunned and angry like other newcomers, and then scolded him for being an unscrupulous profiteer or a bitch.

"Ordinary Yuxi is fine, can you get it?" Lynch asked with a smile.

"Of course, that kind of high-end goods, stinky pigs can't afford to smoke at all, how many packs do you need?" Woguatou's eyes look full of greed, and he subconsciously replaces "you" with "you", which is very similar to the insatiable Venetian merchant Shylock in Shakespeare's immortal plays.

"Let's smoke one first." When Lynch said this, he sounded breezy.

"Okay." Wogua Tou agreed, took out a small telephone book from his pocket, and swiped it on it with a pencil, and the book was densely recorded with bills for transactions with prisoners.

It is conceivable how much money he made from this transaction, it was simply a robbery.