"You guys, come with me."

The prison guard in front of him casually swiped and began to assign cells.

Ethan and Atwater, both within swing of the guard's arm, followed the pot-bellied guard into a passage next to the circular hallway, which contained four or five rooms.

Before Ethan could react, he was pushed into a small room by the prison guard.

Atwater shrugged at him and continued on his way.

The room, very cramped.

The bunk beds embedded in the wall are unobstructed, and the bed is a combination of a toilet and a sink, with toothbrushes, tissues and soap on top.

In prison, there is a sponge cushion on the bed, which is already very humane.

"Hey."

Noticing the person who had arranged to come in, the white boy sitting on the top bunk breathed a sigh of relief, he jumped out of bed and reached out to stop Ethan: "Listen, let's make it clear first." ”

"First of all, I'm the model prisoner here."

"The toilet should be kept clean at all times, you know what I mean?"

"When using it, you have to pay attention to etiquette, I don't want some embarrassing things to happen."

"Finally."

He looked Ethan up and down, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth: "If there is anything you can solve by yourself, don't call the prison guards casually." ”

"Bear with me, don't cry."

"People like you will soon be able to find someone to cover, and I believe that life will be good in the future."

"Don't take it personally, after a long time, maybe you'll enjoy it."

The white boy quickly judged that the guy in front of him should be a weak chicken, without any tattoos on his body, and without the temperament of a Taoist element, but like a college student.

This kind of person will sooner or later become the Bichi of those big guys.

Therefore, he didn't plan to rob this guy's personal belongings, he planned to make a good impression.

While he was educating Xinding, the prison guard just now returned from behind.

This kind of thing can't stop him in the slightest.

It is a natural thing for the old man to give the new Ding rules, and it can be regarded as saving them a lot of trouble in their work, and the prison guards are happy to see this kind of thing come true.

Nearby, there was even a thrashing sound.

But it's normal, as long as it allows them to commute to work safely, that's better than anything else.

"Are you finished?"

Ethan held the futon with one hand and patted his orange prisoner suit, and the old god watched the guy on the ground.

In his twenties, he is not tall, about 1.7 meters.

The body is quite strong, with a round inch head and a few tattoos on the neck.

"That's it."

The white boy furrowed his eyebrows: "But what do you mean by that, rookie?" ”

"Don't take it personally, I don't mean anything." Ethan stretched his mouth up, "Pack up your things, I'm going to sleep on them." ”

The bed below is only one meter away from the toilet.

It's too much, where can I sleep.

On top, it's slightly better.

"Do you think I'm too talkative?" The white boy clenched his fist and immediately turned his face:

"Now, put your stuff down."

"Put your head in your hands, let me check it again."

This is where the weak eat the strong, as long as you show a little cowardice, you will be eaten to death.

The white kid didn't expect that the other party would be so arrogant as soon as he came in.

The words just now made him angry.

"Huh."

Ethan's arm stretched out violently, and his slender five fingers pinched the white boy like iron tongs.

"Bang."

The next moment, the kid was slammed into the wall.

As Ethan's arm pushed up, his body went all the way up, his face flushed red, and his muscles rose.

He tried to pull Ethan's palm, but was forced to squeeze it again.

For a moment, I was out of breath.

"Yo."

A cheerful shout came from outside the door: "Lyle, I heard that you have a beautiful boy here." ”

As he spoke, three strong white men appeared at the door.

When they saw the white boy being pressed against the wall, they were stunned for a moment, what was going on, wasn't it the other way around?

"Boom."

Ethan let go, and the white boy named Lyle collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

Everyone is empty-handed, who is afraid of whom.

Three-on-one, the advantage is mine.

"Fake."

This simple math problem was quickly figured out by a few strong white men, and they did not hesitate any longer, and rushed in angrily, throwing their fists at Ethan.

The whistling fist was easily dodged by Ethan.

Raise the palm of your hand and pinch it into a hook shape.

With a swoop, the arm was heavily chiseled against the ribs of the bald strong man who rushed to the front, and the moment the fingertips fell, I could feel the skin and flesh vibrating.

"uh~~~"

As soon as the strong man let out a cry of pain, Ethan held his head down again.

Wrist force, bang.

The big bald head slammed into the bed hard, and suddenly his eyes were full of stars.

"Boom."

The fist was thrown out like lightning, and the punch hit the jaw of the man on the left, and one foot kicked straight to the right with a thousand strokes.

The cloth shoes issued by the prison were forcefully imprinted on the chest of the last man.

"Bang."

Finally, the man's arms shook wildly, and he took a few steps back and fell to his knees.

His mouth was open and he wanted to inhale.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, and he fell to the side weakly.

Outside the door, orange shadows flickered.

Atwater heard the movement and walked over quickly, and when he saw the three people lying on the ground, he quietly gave Ethan a thumbs up, and then stepped over the person and walked outside.

Fights in private actually happen quite often.

As long as the movement is not too loud, the prison guards will generally act as if they have not seen anything.

There are so many people in a prison, and if you hit them twice, you will be dragged to the confinement room, but I am afraid that there will not be enough rooms.

"How?"

Ethan smiled at the white boy and said, "I'm polite enough to you." ”

Looking at the few people struggling on the ground, Leila nodded frantically.

You're welcome, it's so polite.

"Now, tell me about my rules." Ethan kicked the bald man away and said to the white boy, "As long as I'm in the room, you're not allowed to go to the bathroom, once, once." ”

"When you sleep, you are not allowed to snore."

"Hit once, beat once."

"It's nothing, don't bother me, bother once, kick once."

Seeing the three people struggling to get up, the white boy nodded with difficulty, where did this come from, a monster that put down Yam and a few people in less than ten seconds.

Yam and the others are also the number one people in this prison.

In front of this person, it is like a toy.

No matter what the request is, I can only say it now, and as for what to do in the future, let's think about it slowly.

"Clean up."

Ethan pointed to the futon that he had just thrown into the lower bunk and said casually, "By the way, help me lay it out and tidy it up." ”

"Thank you."

He patted the aggrieved white boy and walked out of the cell.

(End of chapter)