"I'm very moved, but I'm also a little angry with your stupidity!", Du Lin shrugged his shoulders and got out of the grass, Dufo held a cigarette in his mouth, and stroked his hair a little angry, and the friends who had just joined the hometown association looked at these "legendary" bigwigs curiously, and they were very excited.

Looking at the dark ruins after the fire, and a gust of wind that could still raise some sparks, Durin casually snatched the cigarette that had just been lit from Dover's mouth and took a deep breath. He looks calm on the surface, but the anger inside is like a thunderstorm in the sky at the end of the world, and he wants to vent something around him in a frenzy. Here are his plans for the future, there are his dreams for the future, but today, all this is gone.

He didn't know if the guy who wanted to kill him knew his skills and wanted to take it, or if he simply thought he was in the way and wanted to get rid of him. But it has nothing to do with anything here. Of course, he knew that the fire must have been lit by Ellis, and he told Ellis that if he felt that the farm could not be kept, he would destroy all the equipment and set the place on fire, and let those bastards go to a pile of molten iron to find technology.

But when he really saw all this happening in front of his eyes, why was he so distressed!

A long sigh, why?

Why is it so difficult for me to just want to be an ordinary businessman, why do I always have to be hurt by others when I don't want to hurt others? He thought carefully about the process of more than four months, and the scenes flashed in front of him like a movie. He couldn't help but laugh again, "Ellith is right, we were punched, but luckily we can withstand it. It's not my character to be silent when I suffer losses, everyone who has hurt us will have to pay for it, I swear!"

The next day, a strange thing happened, Durin, who did not know his life and death, actually appeared, and took the initiative to go to the district prison to ask for a sentence, and when the news came back to Turner again, it did not cause much impact as the previous news that Doolin was misreported to die. It's just that he's not dead, he can't turn over!

Almost everyone thought so, the farm was burned, the Oriental Star Trading House on Queen Street was smashed, and the deposits of the Imperial Central Bank were temporarily frozen due to problems such as "involvement in organized crime groups", and he could no longer turn over. Even if he can get out of prison alive, he can't turn over, if he is not smart and chooses to disappear, the day he is released from prison will be the day he returns to dust and dirt.

Why do you choose to go to jail after you get out?

Dover asked him this question, and Dührin explained it simply, the more people thought he was dead, the more they would look for evidence that he was really dead. But there is no doubt that they can't find any evidence that Durin is dead, which means that the man behind it will be eager to find him and kill him to put an end to the aftermath.

Durin didn't want to leave the city, not because he had earned his first pot of gold here, or because he fell in love with the city, but because he felt that he had fallen here, and that he should get back up here. Even if he was willing to bow to fate and leave here, where could he go? The whole of Canles was basically under the control of the old party, and the new party was not very fond of businessmen who made profits through less legal means, or they would leave Canles and go further afield?

Starting over in a place where no one knew him and was more prosperous...... Can he do it? He may not be able to, and in the expansion of the foreign bootlegging trade he has learned something about the "outside world". In the larger cities that are more prosperous and closer to the coastline, it is difficult for outsiders to survive. He didn't think he would have been able to do everything he had done in Turnaire City, maybe he would end up being a homeless man, or he might die in a business dispute.

Didn't they give Durin two options?

Get out of the city, or be buried in the city, Durin chose the third option, he was going to send those people to hell in the city.

At this time, the prison, which was originally full of crises, became a safe place. Because Durin believed that no one would be more willing to bribe the warden than him, an insignificant role in society.

Three thousand dollars, the only amount of money that Durin could take out now, he gave it all to the warden in one go, and made a deal with the warden. During the four months of his sentence, the warden protected his safety, so that the warden could not only get 3,000 yuan, but also the safety of the family. If the warden takes the money but does not do what he is supposed to do, then the prison will not only be a prison for the prisoners, but also a prison for the warden, and he will spend the rest of his life alone.

Four months was enough time for him to tell who was beating him behind his back.

After taking off his clothes and going through a simple disinfection, he put on a brand new prison uniform. In the process, someone tried to do something to Durin, but the guy accidentally "slipped", fell, lost a few front teeth and tore most of his ears, and those malicious eyes were reserved.

"I think it's up to me to do it!", Du Buddha pouted and blew on the ends of his hair. It was not the first time that Du Buddha had felt the longing gaze of those who had been serving longer sentences, and he had already come in.

Durin shrugged his shoulders, picked up a quilt from the administrator's window, and walked into the cell. The prison area is like a cage in the backyard of the Turnaire District Police Department, a larger cage, and the group walks along and introduces him to him.

At least 300 prisoners are held here all year round, not only for the prisoners of Turnell City, but also for prisoners from nearby places. It was once a military fortress used to resist invasions of Union forces from the direction of Turner. After the war, it was converted into a prison, and because of the war, gang activists liked to refer to it as "the front line", and those who were more positive called it Tennell Prison. In fact, the full name of this place is "Canleth Prison No. 1", because of its proximity to Turnair, it is gradually confused with Turner Regional Prison.

The prison area here is divided into ordinary prison and heavy prisoner area, with about 200 people being held in the front and only 30 or 50 people in the back. Serious prisoners basically have no hope of getting out in their lives, so they are also the most ferocious and murderous group in prison, and they are very united, and few people are willing to clash with them. The composition of the guys in the ordinary prison is very complex, and conflicts often erupt.

These people divide their spheres of influence according to race and geography, and no matter how they are divided, the prisoners of Guarte and Turner City are the smallest, which has to say that the rules of the game set by the mayor play a key role.

Walking past the pigeon-cage-like cells, there are constant whistles and lewd or provocative movements. One of the strong fellows even took off his pants, revealing his bird and sticking out of the barred door of the prison cell, and tossing it at Durin and Dover.

"Hey, boy over there, come to me at night, understand?", his smile was annoying, "I'll love you guys so much!"

The surrounding whistles rang out one after another, and they burst into laughter.

Durin stopped and looked at him, and the next moment he made a gesture that no one else could have imagined. He quickly took off his torture uniform, wrapped it in his hand, grabbed the guy's bird, and pulled it out hard, and the guy's smiling face suddenly showed a look of horror. He wailed and begged for mercy, even if the strongest person was taken by someone, he had to choose to compromise.

"Does your bird turn?", Durin flipped his wrist calmly, and the strong man let out a terrible scream, and the prison guards in the distance noticed the situation and ran over. Durin tugged hard again, then let go of his hand and stepped aside. As for the prison sentence, he doesn't want it!

"What are you doing? Let me see your hands up!", the guard banged on the iron door with his baton, Durin raised his hands and looked indifferent, while the dew bird in the cell knelt on the ground, holding his dying bird and screaming and crying bitterly. The prison guard just observed it at a glance and roughly understood what was going on, in fact, there were a lot of thorns in the prison, but no matter how "jumping" the thorn outside would turn into a little lamb when facing the prison guards.

Just when the prison guard was about to use the baton in his hand to teach Dulin the rules in prison, his eyes met Durin's gaze, and the baton he was about to wave fell on the iron door of the prison again, "Take your things and give them to me back to your room at once, if you haven't returned to the room during the roll call, I will apply for you to be punished!", he left a little embarrassed, the moment he and Dulin looked at each other, he faintly felt a message from the other party's gaze.

If he had done it, he could have been injured or even killed.

From the look in that guy's eyes, he didn't see any fear at all, only a thick murderous intent.

Durin snorted a few times, hugged the quilt and walked to the last room in Section A on the second floor of the general prison area, a room that could accommodate six people. Originally, the prisoners who were noisy and tried to use intimidation for amusement kept their mouths shut, and it was clear who was ruthless and who was not. Some people only have a year or two or even half a year to go out, and there is no need to make unwise choices at this time.

You know, every year some people die in prison, quietly!