"Huh?" is indeed a little complacent, and Zhao Li, who feels that he can have a certain amount of weight in prison, was directly beaten by the old prison warden.

Wouldn't that work too? Didn't the bully say that as long as these people who beat him are convinced, they will agree with your existence and will not bully you? Did he lie?

No, the tone of the overlord at the time, and the attitude of the guys he saw in the barracks, shouldn't be wrong? So what does the old warden mean by that?

Facing Zhao Li's somewhat confused face, the old prison warden took another sip of red wine slowly, and motioned to Zhao Li to drink the juice: "The juice should be squeezed out while it is fresh, otherwise it will lose its original taste." ”

With the juice in his mouth, Zhao Li didn't seem to be able to taste anything, waiting for the old prison warden to solve his doubts.

"Do you think that if you are convinced, everyone will agree with you?" A casual question made Zhao Li dumbfounded.

"Can't Sanders do that? Do you have to compete with everyone? Zhao Li couldn't figure it out, listening to the prison warden's tone, it was indeed feasible to fight, but the problem was that it seemed that one person couldn't do it.

"If you want to win, you have to win the leader, what are you doing if you beat Sanders?" The old warden held the wine glass and asked Zhao Li: "You don't think that Sanders can be the leader in it, right?" ”

Zhao Li really didn't think about this problem, what happened yesterday was half because Zhao Li was venting his anger, and half was angry that he was nothing, as for who the opponent was, he didn't choose much.

"Sanders, a former senior instructor of the special forces in the African zone and an expert in firearms and explosives, is not very good at physical skills. He was imprisoned because he did whatever it took to bury more than 50 hostages and more than 100 terrorists in the course of carrying out his mission, triggering attacks by public opinion. The old warden slowly recounted Sanders' resume.

"In my more than 50 years of prison management career, especially in this prison, Sanders' fighting skills are only the third-lowest at best, do you think it is superior to defeat him?" The old prison warden still spoke in that slow tone, but Zhao Li's pride completely hit the bottom.

"Third from the bottom?" Zhao Li couldn't believe it, such a character was only the third from the bottom? So how strong do other people have to be to be on top? I can't help but wonder: "What do the penultimate and penultimate looks like?" ”

"The penultimate one will not do anything, only folk fitness exercises." The old warden glanced at Zhao Li, as if he knew that he would ask: "As for the penultimate one, it is a cripple who has no legs." You've seen both of them, what, want to challenge both of them? ”

Sanders, whose strength is so terrifying, can only rank third from the bottom, which makes Zhao Li unacceptable no matter what. Especially after he had just traded a scar to a victory. The more this is the case, the more unbelievable it becomes. Zhao Li, who had crippled legs, knew that the one who didn't know anything was the female prisoner?

"Also, you're pretty good when you use weapons, but what's your last fight? Is it child's play? Playing at home? The old warden's voice suddenly became louder: "If I wasn't there, do you think you can live to the final victory?" Sanders can easily pinch you to death with one hand! If you weren't just a rookie, you would have been sent to report to Lord Yama a long time ago, and you would still be complacent here. ”

Zhao Li fully believes in this, and in the last game, Zhao Li still won in perseverance, not skill. Everyone understands that Sanders has shown mercy to his subordinates, but in the end, because his physical strength was consumed, he was caught by Zhao Li. Even so, Zhao Li's performance can be regarded as remarkable, except for a bit of a scoundrel who cheats with basic fitness techniques.

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Li was still a little proud when he thought about it alone, but now that he was broken by the old prison warden, the illusory pride in his heart was immediately punctured, and he responded dejectedly.

"However, looking at your perseverance, can you still see it, have you ever practiced being beaten?" The old warden asked Zhao Li a question at this moment, just like chatting casually.

"No, sir!" Zhao Li had completely lost the pride he had just now at this moment, and he seemed a little sluggish. Coupled with the bruise color of the face, it is very funny.

"Why, I can't stand it with a few words, I don't have confidence?" Suddenly, the old warden's tone was loud, not angry: "Sergeant, stand upright, look at me!" Are you still not a fighter? ”

Zhao Li subconsciously jumped up according to the order, and the red juice was sprinkled on the ground: "It's sir, I'm me!" ”

"Good!" The old warden's tone softened again: "However, you don't have to be depressed, you have been practicing combat techniques for less than a year, and it is already remarkable to be able to draw with Sanders." I'm so proud of you! ”

First suppressed and then raised, Zhao Li didn't know what the old prison warden had in mind, so he could only respond: "Yes, sir!" Then he stared at the old warden, not knowing what to say.

"In my decades of military life, especially in the last few decades of prison life, I have found a lot of good things in these exchange of murderous guys." Seeing that Zhao Li was soon able to control his emotions, the old warden also nodded secretly: "There is a set of things, which is very suitable for the routines you learned, are you interested?" ”

Zhao Li didn't understand, and the old warden emphasized again: "I have some martial arts in my hands that are especially suitable for you to use, left by a guy who has died before, and it is very close to your routine, are you interested in learning?" ”

And this kind of good thing? Zhao Li suddenly didn't know if he was in hell or heaven. Is there anything you don't want to do with this kind of thing? Zhao Li hurriedly nodded.

"Very good, but let me remind you, it was obtained from a criminal, and it is likely that the method of cultivation is different from the standard combat exercises in the army, so you have to be mentally prepared." After saying this, the old warden immediately laughed at himself: "Hey, what are you doing with this?" The exercises of the special forces are also not standard exercises, people are old, and it seems that there are too many words, alas! ”

Zhao Li is now sure that he has just entered heaven, how did he let himself encounter such a good thing? I was excited and didn't know what to say, so I had the heart to say thank you, but I didn't know how, I felt a little embarrassed when I saw the old warden and thought of the dream I beat him up.

"Look, before you're sure you can cultivate, clean up the juice on the ground for me!" The old warden knew what he was thinking when he looked at him, and reprimanded him fiercely.

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