Chapter 148: I'm Different From You Trash (Part 2)

On the second night, the obese middle-aged man gradually woke up, moaning and trying to get up, but the pain was excruciatingly painful all over his body, especially the beating and kicking of the previous jailer, which affected the steel nails under his shoulder blades. Can't get up.

He roared angrily: "Are you all dead, come and help Laozi!"

Those people huddled behind, looked at each other, looked at Du Di'an, and did not dare to make a move, including the sturdy young man who had reminded him earlier, also huddled in the corner, mumbling.

The fat middle-aged man roared a few times, and when he saw that no one responded to him, the panic and sadness in his heart made him even more angry, but he already understood that he had been abandoned. The expression, it is also difficult to calm other people.

Moreover, unlike Lao Jin and Hei Scar, he has a high prestige in the prison. Even among the leaders of the various cells, he is one of the best and can support each other. Even if one of them is seriously injured, no one dares to bully him.

Lonely, helpless, hopeless, dark.

He seemed to experience the feeling of being thrown into prison for the first time. At that time, he was violated while crying, and was flattered while forced to laugh. He didn't get a chance until his boss's deadline was up and he was sentenced to death.

Now, he fell again.

Du Di'an looked at him silently and didn't say anything. After a while, dinner was delivered. This time, he was lucky and threw in four pieces of bread.

Doody picked it up safely.

The fat middle-aged man heard the sound and suddenly crawled up, but instead of rushing to snatch it, he kowtowed in the direction of Du Di'an and begged: "Please, spare me, you will be my boss in the future, I admit defeat, Other people here often compete, and I will be your thug in the future, you can do whatever you want with me, please don't hate me..."

Du Dian frowned slightly. He didn't expect his reversal to be so big. He thought he would fight back in despair. After a moment of silence, he said to the others, "Do you think I should forgive him?"

Those people were sitting on the straw mat, looking at the brown bread in Du Di'an's hand, and when they heard the question, one of them whispered tentatively: "Boss, if you don't forgive him, each of our prisons is allocated a Work, if he is abolished, and there are fewer people to work, it will be very disadvantageous."

Du Dian nodded slightly, and after the two jailers left, he said, "Abolish one of his arms and third leg."

Several people were taken aback.

The fat middle-aged man's face changed, and his fingers on the ground couldn't help but clenched tightly, but then loosened it again, pleadingly: "Brother, they're right, we have work every week, if you abolish mine Arm, I will be a waste, and when the work is divided equally among everyone, you will also suffer."

Du Di looked at him quietly and said, "Do you think I need to work by myself?"

The fat middle-aged man was startled.

The faces of the other people changed, knowing what Du Dian meant, but they didn't expect to change to a boss, and their days were still the same, and they couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Du Dian looked at a few people and said, "Is no one doing it?"

Several people looked at each other, angry in their hearts, and kept silent in tacit understanding.

Du Di'an took out two pieces of brown bread from his arms and said, "Whoever is obedient, this belongs to whoever."

This trick was used by the jailer in the past two days, and he is now learning and using it now.

Several people were stunned and hesitated, and finally one person stepped forward and said, "I'm here, but I'm afraid I won't be able to beat him."

Du Di'an said to the fat middle-aged man: "Have you heard, I believe that if you are smart, you will not resist, otherwise more than one hand will be broken. If my guess is correct, the rules here are very simple, just two. Articles, no murder, and guaranteed workload, so small torture should be nothing."

Hearing him say "little torture" lightly, the fat middle-aged man trembled, angry and scared, because he knew that Du Di'an was absolutely right.

As long as it doesn't kill people and doesn't affect the workload, the dog-eat-dog thing is what jailers like to hear.

Du Di'an took out the other two pieces of brown bread, bit it lightly, and said, "The performance can begin."

Hearing his words, several others looked at the brown bread he was chewing, gritted their teeth, and went forward to surround the obese middle-aged man.

The people in the other cells also noticed the situation here, but it was rare that they didn't laugh loudly. Everyone felt a faint chill. They had seen vicious criminals, and they had seen murderous demons without blinking their eyes, but they had never seen them before. People who have adapted so quickly, because Du Dian is not pure revenge, and he can't even hear the slightest hatred and killing intent from his orders, but a kind of calm.

It is this kind of calm that makes people feel a very dangerous atmosphere.

Screams and angry roars rang out in the prison, the sound waves slammed on the steel pillars of the cage, and then smashed into pieces mercilessly.

Du Di'an was chewing and slowly eating the brown bread that tasted like expired food, quietly watching the scene in front of him, when he finished eating, the atrocities in front of him were over, leaving only the fat middle-aged man lying dying in a pool of blood. In the middle, the crotch was blood red, and the left hand was broken.

The performance was over, and several people looked over and looked at the brown bread in Du Dian's hand.

Du Di'an kept his word and didn't say much. He threw out the brown bread and fell into the blood of the fat middle-aged man.

Several people hurriedly picked them up, quickly divided them, and ate them indiscriminately.

Days go by.

Although Du Dian didn't make another move, the people here are not stupid. From his initial struggle, it can be seen that he is not an ordinary person, but a warrior with super strength.

After all, some things do not rely on anger, and they can burst into super power. They have seen too many people struggling with anger and despair, but they are still pressed down on their unyielding heads and lie on the ground for them to enjoy.

Pure anger, in the face of absolute power, has no effect at all, it will only appear more pathetic and sad.

In the past few days, Du Dian has occasionally spoken to Black Scar, and also knows that this prison is located at the bottom of the lake. There are three floors in the prison. They are on the first floor, which means that they are the weakest criminals in this prison.

To prove the weakness and strength of a criminal, in addition to relying on his own strength, there are also crimes committed outside.

Like Du Di'an who entered here with the crime of "stealing", he naturally belongs to the weakest category.

In the past few days, Du Dian also learned about the crimes that the fat middle-aged man and several other people had committed. This fat middle-aged man, like his appearance, was a wealthy businessman and was imprisoned for *** a certain noble lady. . However, it was his status as a wealthy businessman that gave him the opportunity to buy "God's Blessing" in the black market, so his power was so much higher than that of ordinary people, equivalent to a junior scavenger.

And Du Di'an also knew for the first time that items called "sacred" such as "God's Blessing" could also be purchased in the black market. (To be continued)). If you like this work, you are welcome to vote at the starting point (), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read. )