Old Zhou was obviously panicked, he reluctantly hugged the iron bucket and shrank in the corner, his thin lips opened, trying to justify, but he didn't expect to be greeted by a baton in the hand of a jailer.

Bang.

Old Zhou Tou fell to the ground with a bucket.

The rest of the soup in the bucket spilled out, and the iron bucket creaked and rolled out on one side, leaning against the wall before stopping.

Immediately after that, what reached Chen Fei's ears was the noise of a baton smashing on the iron door, and Lao Zhou's screams were louder and higher.

Chen Fei hid behind the iron door with anxiety, and watched nervously at everything that was happening outside through the gap in the hole above.

If Lao Zhoutou is arrested, he will definitely not be able to survive the torture of the jailers, and in order to survive, the transaction between them will also be exposed.

Yes!

After a violent wail, the noise stopped abruptly, and Chen Fei saw through the gap above the iron door that Lao Zhou's forehead was covered with blood, and he was dragged out of the corridor by the jailer like a dead fish with his legs upside down.

When passing by the door of Chen Fei's confinement room, Lao Zhou's throat squirmed violently a few times, and his cloudy eyes desperately looked in the direction of Chen Fei.

The two were separated by a dark iron door, but Old Zhou Tou concluded that Chen Fei was watching him from behind the door.

But the other party couldn't help him.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly, blaming himself for his greed and his carelessness.

Thinking of the tragic situation of being tortured by the jailers after being arrested, in order to survive, he would also confess Chen Fei's attempt to escape from prison without any scruples, just to make up for his mistakes and seek a glimmer of life.

These are the rules of survival in prison and have nothing to do with morality.

If people do not do it for themselves, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed.

These choices for survival did not affect the decision he made at this time.

He wanted to help Chen Fei.

Not for anything else, just for the friendly accent of a foreign country, for the fate of struggling with the same disease.

He probably won't be able to get out of this prison in his life, and he only hopes that this young fellow will get out alive, across the sea, and back to their common birthplace.

Thinking of this, Lao Zhou craned his neck and let out a rapid shout into the depths of the corridor.

"Run, I won't last long, there is a grass hut in the upper reaches of the Mushroom River, and there is a boat hidden behind it...... Beware of the hunter ......"

With a strong Cantonese accent, the warning voice suddenly appeared in the corridor, passed through the iron door, and reached Chen Fei's ears.

Chen Fei's heart trembled, and he had already heard the meaning of Lao Zhou's shout.

Chen Fei is a native of Guangdong Province, although he has been wandering in South Asia for many years, his native accent is difficult to change, and the accent mixed with Cantonese accent has long been noticed by Lao Zhoutou.

The jailer glanced back at Old Zhou Tou in surprise, as if he didn't expect him to have the strength to yell, and then mercilessly picked up his baton and smashed it on the latter's forehead.

After the basket was discovered, another jailer dragged a man out of the inner room.

The prisoner was covered in blood, his eyes were closed, his head was lying motionless on the ground, his face was blurred to make out the face, and he could vaguely recognize it as a young man.

The commotion in the hallway continued for a long time before it subsided.

Chen Fei hid in the confinement room and did not dare to act rashly, if he aroused suspicion at this time, as long as he opened the iron door, he could find three holes exposed in the wall.

He could only gamble on his luck.

While gambling on his luck, the shackle gap that had been corroded by him with salt water for more than a month had loosened a lot, and after some trying, Chen Fei's hands and feet were freed separately.

If a jailer came in at this point, he wouldn't mind giving it a go.

Luckily, luck was on his side.

Until dinner time, no jailer rushed into Chen Fei's room, and instead of Lao Zhou, it was another prisoner who was about to be released from prison.

Chen Fei silently took the soup that covered the bottom of the bowl, drank it in three or two sips, and began to make final preparations.

Lao Zhou's weak body will definitely not survive tonight, and his last chance to escape from prison is only a few hours left.

Chen Fei worked overtime to dig the last hole in the wall, and finally finished it when the last bright color was swallowed up by the night.

He lay on the wall like a gecko, pinched the ventilation window frame with one hand, and with a slight pull, the window frame was removed, and then he carefully rested on the plank bed below.

There was a burst of fresh air from the vent, Chen Fei took a greedy breath, and a feeling of pleasure mixed with excitement instantly surged all over his body, like a fish that was about to suffocate in a fish pond before a shower jumped out of the water, and his whole body was indescribably relaxed.

It's a feeling of freedom!

"Ding! I have learned that Zhou Zunfeng's wish is +1. ”

"Since entering the Butterfly Island International Prison, he has been planning his escape almost all the time, he longs for freedom, for a new life, for breathing the air of freedom outside, and for this, he would rather risk losing his life."

"There are people who don't belong here in the first place, and they deserve a wider sky."

Chen Fei was happy in his heart, the general direction of prison escape was indeed not wrong, now that he has learned Zhou Zunfeng's wishes, the only thing left is to go forward bravely to the end.

Chen Fei quickly threw these thoughts out of his mind, and he slipped into the vent with his hands and feet.

The old vent was just big enough for an adult to walk through, crawling all the way up the confinement chamber and quickly reaching its end.

There is also a rusty window frame in front, and outside the window frame, is the outer wall of the prison in the confinement room.

Chen Fei lay motionless on his stomach, judging the time by the faint light and sporadic lights.

It should have been around 8 p.m., it was just getting dark, and there was still an hour before the jailer's changing of the guard.

Chen Fei could only pray that Old Zhou Tou would hold on a little longer until he left the confinement prison.

Only by escaping into the tropical jungle can he have a chance of success.

Time slipped by little by little while waiting, and Chen Fei lay quietly in the darkness of the roof, quietly waiting for the arrival of the changing of the guard.

Several jailers with spears and batons on their backs appeared from a short distance and soon entered the duty room at the entrance of the corridor of the confinement room.

It's time for the changing of the guard.

This is the opportunity he was waiting for.

He quickly woke up from his slumber, moved his limbs, grabbed the outermost window frame of the vent, and tugged hard.

Immediately after that, the window frame loosened.

Chen Fei took a deep breath and slammed it again, the rusty window frame was held in his hand, and a vigilant head stretched out from the vent on the roof.

Chen Fei quickly looked around.

Except for the occasional cough coming from the duty room at the entrance of the courtyard wall, there was silence all around, and the square outside the corridor was also shrouded in faint lights.

Chen Fei carefully dragged the window frame into the vent, looked at the ground nearly 3 meters high, jumped without hesitation, and fell directly to the ground.