"I'll come." Wang Ningyuan stopped Zhou Chang, who was going to chase again.

As the words fell, his whole body rushed out like a rocket, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, he quickly overtook the group of people who had just run over.

"OMG, be careful, Pooley." The overtaken prisoners were surprised and shouted to remind the white youth in front.

"Whew!" "Ahh The movement here attracted the attention of many prisoners, and the bored prisoners shouted and shouted as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

"Look, that kid is chasing Pooly in flight." Some of the prisoners who knew the white youth were astonished.

"He can only eat dust, Purley's speed is famous in the prison area, and that yellow-skinned kid still wants to challenge him? Let's eat fart. Pooley's group of companions scoffed disdainfully.

Compared with Wang Ningyuan, who is still a newcomer, Puli, who can be regarded as half an old man, is obviously more optimistic.

"Puley. Come on, let them see what we Caucasian people are capable of. Many of the inmates cheered up Pulley, waving their arms in the air, venting their excess hormones.

There was an uproar on the field, and the prisoners in Wang Ningyuan's prison and Puli's companions accused each other of making noise.

"Oh, look, the yellow-skinned boy is very fast, too." When everyone was arguing and red-eyed and thick-necked, Wang Ningyuan was quickly approaching the white young man Puli.

Pooley was overjoyed to hear the arguments about himself coming from afar, enjoying the spotlight and in fact being an athlete before he was imprisoned, surrounded by flowers and applause.

"Guy who can't help himself, with your Asian physique, you still want to chase me?"

Despite the vigorous exercise, Pooly's breathing rhythm was well controlled, and he slowly turned his head to look behind him, wanting to take in the frustrated expression of the young Asian man.

He has done something like this many times, and the person who has an argument, whether it is a race or a fight, is not his opponent.

"What?" But this time, Pooley clearly miscalculated.

Pooley saw that the young Asian who had thought he had been left behind was approaching at a rapid pace, like a running cheetah, chasing its prey with great vigour.

Puli Dip Silver had been running for a long time, and at a glance he could see that Wang Ningyuan's speed was a little faster than him.

This stunned, Wang Ningyuan and his distance narrowed again, the surrounding cries shook the sky, Puli couldn't keep his composure, and the huge sense of threat made him start sprinting without reservation.

Wang Ningyuan ran very coolly, the ability he gained after rebirth was really incredible, and his spiritual power was gradually improving and strengthening his physique, but he still didn't expect to be able to run so fast and so refreshing.

The wind in his ears whirring, and the warm current in his abdomen vibrating, made him feel a feeling:

He's not racing against Pooley, he's racing against the wind.

"Puley is overtaken!" Puley's companions stopped in disbelief.

"That yellow man surpassed Purley in flight, oh, he was like a leopard."

From a distance, Wang Ningyuan is like a leopard, his limbs rise and fall during the run, revealing indescribable grace and strength, while Puli is like a prey being chased.

"This can't be?" The prisoners were thrilled, and many saw "Flying Pulley" bully others with his speed and physical strength.

This kind of thing, once is contempt, but every time it is like this, what you gain is recognition, after all, this is a prison, and strength is respected.

Many prisoners take pleasure in watching this and satisfy the darkness in their hearts.

"It can't be!" The green tendons on Purley's forehead were congested and crawled up, and he ran with his mouth open and desperately running.

The two of them started a tug-of-war, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that after comparing Pu Litong's red face and Wang Ningyuan's relaxed posture, which was better or worse.

"Ho ......" Puli ran beside Wang Ningyuan, his breath heavy.

"I won't lose to you." He almost gritted his teeth and said this to Wang Ningyuan.

Wang Ningyuan didn't answer, just glanced at the other party indifferently and began to speed up slowly.

"Fake."

Seeing that he was about to be thrown away again, although he wanted to chase it, his sore muscles really couldn't squeeze any strength, Puli roared angrily, and when he was neck and neck at the end, he suddenly dodged and crashed into Wang Ningyuan.

"Look for death." A trace of coldness flashed in Wang Ningyuan's eyes, and he greeted the other party without evasion.

"Bang!"

In the stunned eyes of everyone, I saw that the two people who were still running side by side just now collided violently, and then, like a ball, one of them flew out and rolled several times before stopping.

"Poole was knocked away, and the yellow man won." The prisoners were boiling.

Pooly, who has always been invincible in the race, lost in the battle for a basketball court today and was knocked out.

The running surname and Wang Ningyuan's strengthened physique were enough for Puli to not get up for a long time, and the fall was bad enough, and his friends hurriedly ran over to investigate.

In the end, the basketball court was still seized by the prisoners in Wang Ningyuan's prison, who screamed and jumped and vented, making provocative moves against Puli's side.

"Let's go!" Pooly's companions clamored and wanted to come over and do something, but they were stopped by a dejected Pooly.

"It was I who lost, and I used dishonorable means."

"Well done, king!" Many prisoners gave Wang Ningyuan a thumbs up, and after this incident, their sense of identity became stronger.

They quickly divided into groups and had a basketball match, Wang Ningyuan was not thinking about this, so he naturally refused to participate, and the prisoners did not dare to coax him, so they left him to fight.

Soon, the field was full of people flickering, and everyone was running or jumping, enjoying the rare freedom in prison.

Wang Ningyuan walked around the court, seemingly leisurely, looking like a walk, stopping at some competition venues from time to time to watch the tennis and basketball confrontations of the prisoners.

He seemed to have nothing to do, but when he got closer, he could see that his eyes were not in the field at all, but quietly surveying his surroundings, especially outside the net.

There were a large number of prison guards standing outside the fence, and they hardly cared about skirmishes in the field, and unless something major happened, the police at the guard tower in the distance would shoot in warning.

There was not much open space between the fence and the outermost net, and there were several buildings scattered around, and Wang Ningyuan knew that it was one of the prison's factories.

As long as you can leave the prison building, climb over this barrage, and get close to the outermost fence under the cover of the factory building, remember that the end seems to be tearing down the wire fence and building a solid fence.

Wang Ningyuan's gaze fell on somewhere in the distance, where there was a faint rumbling sound of machinery, and construction vehicles could be seen busy coming in and out.

"Huh?" When his eyes moved, Wang Ningyuan suddenly saw a woman in white waving on the road outside the fence.

"Ryoko?" His eyesight has improved so much that he can see who it is.

"Ryoko-san, why are you here?" Wang Ningyuan trotted over to the net and asked in surprise.

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