Xiang Chen didn't understand what was the meaning of existence in such a place where human nature had been lost!

What he didn't know was that in Nanjing's safe city, there were two such prisons for serious prisoners, the seventh prison and the eighth prison.

The Seventh Prison is much more ordinary, and the reason why the Eighth Prison, especially its inner prison, has become such a miserable place where no one can stop it, is that the Eighth Prison is full of criminals who have committed the most heinous crimes, or some criminals who have offended the powerful.

This is also the reason why the high-level leaders of Safe City acquiesced, and even let the warden here do whatever he wanted, making this place a human purgatory.

In the dark, Xiang Chen couldn't tell the difference between day and night, so he had to judge the time according to the number of times the food was put in. He figured it was almost time to put it out again, and this time he was going to grab some food. After being imprisoned for three days, he only ate one steamed bun in total, even Xiang Chen's body was a little unbearable.

Bang!

The sound of the iron door opening and closing came, Xiang Chen's ears moved slightly, and he looked in the direction of the corridor, accompanied by a sound of even footsteps, and a figure walked into the Colosseum from the corridor.

As a martial artist, Xiang Chen has been adapting to this dim environment for more than two days, even if he is far away, he can see the appearance of the person who came at a glance.

"It's him!"

Xiang Chen recognized this newcomer as the long-haired man who had been escorted in with him before.

The long-haired man stopped at the entrance to the Colosseum, his long hair covering his face and making it difficult to see his expression.

At this moment, with the sound of falling objects from high altitudes, a huge package fell from the sky and fell in the middle of the Colosseum, the package slapped on the ground, and the paper wrapped on the outside shattered under the impact, and all kinds of food and water were scattered all over the ground.

One by one, the prisoners in the Colosseum opened their eyes, moved their bodies that had not moved for a day, slowly crawled out of their private rooms, and stood in front of their cells as if they had seen a living zombie.

The wild man, the dwarf, the profiteer, and his two thugs also came out of their respective cells, moving their bodies.

Everyone stared at the food in the center, as if waiting for some signal.

Tread, step, step, step.

In the silence, a sound of footsteps attracted everyone's attention, and Xiang Chen also looked up. I saw the long-haired man striding forward, and in the midst of everyone's stunned attention, he had already walked to the food pile, grabbed a chicken leg from the ground, and munched it as if no one was around.

In fact, the food in the inner prison is much richer than that in the outer prison, and this large bag of food does not contain luxurious foods such as meat and fruits, but these foods will be divided among the three giants, and the rest of the people can only eat some leftover steamed buns that are not nutritious.

At this time, the new prisoner was so wanton that he feasted in the center, and the people around him were dumbfounded, and many of them rolled their dry throats and made the movements of swallowing saliva.

"You put things down for Lao Tzu!"

With a roar, the tall savage had ejected like a cannonball, spinning in the air for three weeks, its body was extremely stretched, and an iron leg fell from the sky like a meteorite, collapsing like a long-haired man.

Xiang Chen couldn't bear to look at it, the strength of the wild man was extremely strong, and under this leg, the long-haired man was afraid that he would have to say goodbye to his chicken leg.

Boom!!!

There was a muffled sound, and a shock wave rippled, and the food all over the ground was blown apart.

The two people who fought each other were separated by a touch, and the long-haired man crossed his hands in front of him, holding a chicken leg in one hand, and slid out on the ground. The wild man flew back upside down under the reaction force, and landed smoothly in a beautiful spin in the air.

Many people around stared at the newcomer in disbelief.

He actually took the wild man's leg!

Soon, though, they didn't have time to pay attention to the newcomers, as the food had already scattered under the two of them.

When the first man rushed out with his leg raised, everyone went crazy, and no one shouted, because no one here wanted to waste their strength on useless things. Everyone was red-eyed and desperately scrambling for food.

"I'll see who dares to rob it!!" The profiteer shouted angrily, but no one paid any attention to him.

On weekdays, due to the obscenity established by the three giants with absolute crushing strength, only a very small number of hungry death row prisoners are really willing to snatch food from them. Most people still consciously wait for the three parties to finish before making a move. But at this point, everyone is crazy, food is scattered everywhere, what a chance!

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, the profiteer cast a color at one of the thugs, who immediately rushed into the crowd and joined the melee. He didn't dare to let the two thugs leave his side, otherwise he would be torn to pieces by the other two at once.

The savages and the dwarves didn't do anything, they just watched coldly, they were full of wine and food every day, and they were not short of this meal. Besides, it doesn't help for them to join in the looting at this time, and the first thing everyone does when they grab the food is to put it in their mouths.

At this time, the death row inmates are more red-eyed snatching the food that others have stuffed into their mouths but have not yet swallowed!

In the chaotic crowd, Xiang Chen also made a move. He didn't set his sights on the craziest meat to be scrambled, after all, he didn't lack oil and water, he just needed some basic food to satisfy his stomach.

Therefore, with his good strength, he successfully snatched two steamed buns and a bottle of mineral water, quickly stuffed them into his arms and retreated, knocking over five or six prisoners along the way, and Xiang Chen retreated to his cell.

On the other side, the wild man's gaze was firmly locked on the long-haired man through the chaotic crowd. The long-haired man felt his gaze, and did not snatch any other food, but gnawed the chicken leg in his hand three times and five by two, spit out the bones, and his hands naturally fell to his sides, standing quietly.

"Shaolin... Leg method! ”

The wild man half-crouched down, and after a bang, shattered the rocks on the ground, like an out-of-control truck, and crashed over many prisoners along the way.

Rushing to the front and back of the long-haired man, the savage kicked the ground with his left foot, with the hip joint as the axis, the gluteus maximus muscle of the right leg was tight, and the already thick right leg seemed to have grown again, and the iron leg more than a meter long smashed angrily at the long-haired man.

In the face of the attack of the savage, the long-haired man wanted to attack against attack, and subconsciously made a knife drawing action, but after his hand was held empty at his waist, he secretly said that it was not good, so he had to temporarily change his move, stand his palm as a hand knife, and slash at the ankle of the savage.

When this hasty knife slashed up, the long-haired man felt as if he had been slashed on a steel rod, and his palm ached.

The whipleg castration continued to sweep out, and even though the long-haired man tried his best to retreat, he was still swept across his chest, and the leg wind cut a gap in his chest.

The wild man took advantage of the advantage of one move, and took advantage of the momentum of sweeping his legs, took advantage of the situation to turn around, kicked out his left leg upside down, and hit the long-haired man's abdomen mercilessly.

The long-haired man suffered a heavy blow to the abdomen, and was about to retreat to unload the force, the wild man grinned, opened his big hand, grabbed forward, grabbed the long-haired man's hair, and a half-jump, the left and right legs were exchanged back and forth, and the right leg was bent and lifted with the hip joint as the axis, and a knee rush hit the long-haired man's abdomen again.

Two thumps, in the same position.

When the wild man let go of the hair in his hand, the long-haired man fell to his knees weakly, blood and bile spurting from his mouth, and even the chicken leg he had eaten before turned into vomit and vomited again.

The wild man arched his biceps and walked away laughing. He didn't kill the long-haired man, how could he be willing to kill such an interesting toy? If you kill all the people here, what's the point of leaving a few of them alone?

At this time, the food scramble is over. The prisoners had dispersed, leaving only a few bodies lying on the floor of the Colosseum. The wild man walked over, looked at the corpses, and shook his head regretfully, looking sorry. But there was no ambiguity in his hands, grabbing the corpses, throwing them out like garbage, and throwing them into the corridor in the distance.

Xiang Chen suddenly realized that the corpse at the door before came from this!

He didn't know if the triumvirate had reached an agreement with the prison hierarchy to clean up the garbage, or if they simply wanted to purify their living space.

The wild man walked back to his room, and on the way he suddenly noticed a black iron box next to the broken bag containing food, and the word "money" was written on the box.

"Fat money, your thing." The wild man shouted at the profiteer and threw the iron box casually.

The profiteer's thug stepped forward, took the box, and handed it to the profiteer. The profiteer opened it and there were packs of cigarettes inside, as well as a note and a photo.

Put away the cigarette, open the note and read it, the profiteer took out a lighter and lit it, then the firelight looked at the photo carefully, and burned all the photos and the note.

With a wave of his hand, the profiteer returned to the cell with the man, and his mouth seemed to be muttering.

Item...... Dust ......"