In every dark prison, there are legends about the four-legged beasts, and it is said that most of them haunt the bathing room, and their movements are difficult to find. Because of the lack of comfort from female compatriots, this legend is common in men's prisons, even the Dali Temple is no exception. The perennial repression has nowhere to release, which makes this group of male animals restless, and naturally starts the idea of the people around them. Dali Temple is a veritable international prison, where all kinds of people and cultures gather here. White people in the Western world favor Asian men for the simple reason that yellow men are petite and delicate, which makes the big guys feel very conquering and predatory.

Compared with those who are white and strong, Zhan Tao is delicate, when he was newly imprisoned, he was targeted by many people, or threw soap in the bathroom, or a few people surrounded the utility room to premeditate violence, and even put drugs in the cup...... All in all, the routines are endless, but fortunately, Zhantao is not closed, and he has heard a lot of jokes on the Internet, saved valuable experience, and has faced the current situation. Fortunately, there were several times when they were safe and sound, but afterwards, they didn't give them good fruits to eat, and they were taught to be obedient and obedient.

Among the weaker groups, it was concluded through analysis and statistics that the bathroom was the place with the highest probability of being exploded, and as a result, a group of people developed the habit of dry cleaning. The perennial body is not stained with water, and they can smell the sour and rancid smell from afar, so undesirable that no one will patronize it, and this group of dry cleaning parties has tasted the sweetness, and it has become even worse, but it has only bittered their cellmates, and their noses have been tortured day and night. Zhan Tao is unlucky, there are also such a number of people among the inmates, there is no need to Zhan Tao himself, others beat and scolded, and scolded him, so that he could not be persuaded to say anything, but people just don't wash.

Today, Zhan Tao calculated the time, and planned to meet Nafik for a while, and by the way, he ended the matter of the dry cleaning party and adjusted the internal environment, which was conducive to physical and mental health. Now that he is the boss, what he said also has some weight, Zhan Tao interviewed him face-to-face, and said that he would definitely keep him safe, so naturally there is no reason to refuse. If you don't take a bath, the old itching on your body is terrible, and the dry cleaning party is not unwilling to wash, but you can't wash it, and you don't dare to wash it.

After the ideological norms meeting in the evening, more than ten minutes later, the sound of dripping water sounded in the bathroom, and during the rinse, if you listen more attentively, you can also find some indescribable gasps. Zhan Tao despised these people who destroyed their own kind from the bottom of his heart, he hung a dry towel around his neck, held a basin of iron in his right hand, and walked on his right side with the dry cleaning party, trembling as if walking on thin ice. Zhan Tao didn't squint, and walked straight to the empty cubicle, seeing that the dry cleaning party was still in a daze, he couldn't help but laugh, "Lowry, I can't protect you if you don't come in." ”

It's been a long time since the dry cleaning party heard someone call itself by his name, and since the body odor, he has been disliked everywhere, and he really didn't react when he was called so abruptly. Lori realized this problem and hurried into the cubicle, standing behind Zhantao and not daring to say anything, for fear of being discovered by those who had "patronized" him.

"Take off your clothes, keep your pants, and when I go out later, you can wash them well." Zhan Tao advised, turned on the faucet, and listened silently to the movement outside. Fike, as a big man, usually bathes very early, and there is an unwritten rule in the bathroom, the hard fist washes first, followed by the small boss, and when the hot water supply is over, those who do not enter the bottom are qualified to come and rinse.

Fick asked the minions to wait outside the bathroom, he didn't need to have a special hobby, women? Walking into the bathroom, the water vapor obscured his vision, and Fike paused as he stepped barefoot on the wet floor. No, there are more people today. This has nothing to do with memory, he knows that his status in the temple is stronger than his others, and he bathed before him in the past, but now there are more people, who is not long-eyed and doesn't understand the rules?

The temple supervisor is a place of abrasiveness, not only did he not straighten his temperament, but he became more and more sharp, and Fick was irritable, like a dry fire, and a little spark could make him burn. Maybe the days are too boring, always racking their brains to have some fun. Fick didn't want to startle the snake, so he suppressed his restlessness and looked at the past all the way, secretly taking in the situation in the cubicle. Confirmed, the question is the third-to-last room on the left, who is that person?

Fick slowed his pace and lifted the iron basin high with only half a metre left, and in a second or two, he would go head-to-head with the man. His iron basin will smash the man's head, which he has done many times, and it can be said that he has tried and tested, and has never failed. He never plays a war of attrition with his opponents, that would be too stupid, he will be injured, and only a quick battle is safe and commendable.

Zhan Tao didn't give Fick a chance to sneak attack, he jumped out in front of him, and also held an iron basin in his hand, which looked bigger than Fike's. Fick was silent for a few seconds before asking, "You're very fresh, newcomer?"

"Yes. "Spread the pottery head.

"Who's covering?" Fick was cautious, intending to interrogate the details first.

Zhan Tao raised his eyebrows, "No one covers, take care of yourself." ”

Fick shook his head and sighed, "I just don't know the rules." ”

The brothers outside listened to the movement and rushed in, and the rest of the big men continued to bathe, and they had seen a lot of such things, so they naturally didn't care. [Dali Temple] prisoners are not allowed to get tattoos, and they are not allowed to wear ear and nose rings, but these people do not need these to act as a façade, because their figure is enough to explain a lot of problems. 【Dali Temple】The task of labor reform is very heavy, the diet structure is very vegetarian, after such exercise, everyone is a muscular man, and the mermaid line vest line is not uncommon here.

"There is a difference between courage and recklessness. Fike looked at Zhan Tao, his eyes full of pity, "It's a pity that you can't be used by me, because you don't have a future." ”

Knowing what Boss Fick meant, his minions seemed very excited, killing someone was tantamount to opening a sword, which was a ritual of great significance for many people who had not stained their hands with blood.

Zhan Tao was too lazy to talk nonsense, he did it first, and threw the iron basin into the pile, only to hear the sound of "bang", an extremely accurate headshot, and the person fell down and never got up. This ruthless hand frightened some people, but it was obviously not enough, Zhan Tao clasped the wet towel in his hand and used it as a throwing stick. This thing doesn't look lethal, but when it hits the flesh, it really hurts. The bathroom is filled with mist, and a person is holding a towel and wearing a pair of pants, confronting a group of fierce muscular men, the picture style is slightly weird and unaesthetic.

The big guys poked their heads out and looked out lazily, guessing that it was going to be a good show, and that it was worth their attention. Zhan Tao suddenly felt a little nervous, and sweat broke out on his forehead, because he found that the spiritual power in his body could not be mobilized, as if it had dried up and evaporated.