Chapter 56 Don't Mess with Me

Standing behind the iron gate like Chris, waiting for the sound of a beep, the cell door opened, and Yang Yi followed Chris to stand outside the door.

In the prison, every action has to be followed by the rules, and things like eating are of course no exception.

There were two people standing outside each cell, and one at the door of a few of them. After the prison guards made a general inspection, the prisoners formed an irregular long line and began to walk out one after another.

Eat together, take a bath in line, sleep on time, and have an hour of relaxation time every day, and then prisoners who behave well can also be responsible for doing some work, such as washing clothes and distributing food.

It's normal to say these things, but for Yang Yi, a newcomer, every opportunity to get in touch with others means danger to him, but it also determines whether he can find Zhang Yong.

Yang Yi would not yell Zhang Yong's name while eating, not to mention whether Zhang Yong was called this name here, but if he dared to yell, he would definitely be beaten.

So shouting is not enough, you have to use your own eyes to search and find Zhang Yong, and then find an opportunity to strike up a conversation, there is no other way.

Chris reminded Yang Yi not to look around, but to find Zhang Yong, he had to look around, so Yang Yi had to observe as naturally as possible and with smaller movements.

Already in the collective cafeteria, the prisoners lined up in a long line, taking turns to pass by the place where the food was taken. Basically all the petty criminals were here, and it was a good time to observe.

After receiving the food, the prisoners sat down at the dining table in an orderly manner and began to eat. There is no compulsory sitting there, but there is a tacit understanding between the prisoners. There are rules.

While Yang Yi followed the team slowly forward, he was observing the prisoners who had already sat down to eat.

Zhang Yong is also a Chinese, so it is actually much more convenient to find him. First, most of the prisons are black, then Latino, then white, and there are very few people of yellow race. Yang Yi looked at it in the cafeteria. For a while, he didn't even find a single person of yellow race, but this also meant that as long as he saw Asians, especially East Asian yellow people, he would basically be able to find Zhang Yong.

Yang Yi thought so himself.

It was soon Yang Yi's turn to pick up the food. He picked up a plastic dinner plate, a small and soft spoon, a soft fork that would never be used as a weapon, and then stood at the food counter. stall.

A spoonful of sticky and black things slammed onto Yang Yi's plate with a snap. The unidentified object looked like beans, there were also two slices of bread, and a cup of drink that was obviously over-colored.

What surprised Yang Yi was that there was still a piece of meat, it was white, it should be chicken, although it didn't look tasty, there was still a piece of meat after all.

However, when Yang Yi was holding the dinner plate and followed Chris to find a table where he could sit, he soon found a black man with the dinner plate standing on the side of the line.

But when the prisoners who had already taken the food passed by the black man, someone would put the piece of meat on his plate on the black black's plate every now and then.

Yang Yi immediately understood that this is the prison bully.

There is no buffet in the prison, and the life in the prison will not be very comfortable. The food here can make Yang Yi half full, and for those big guys or fat people with pot bellies, the food on the plate is just enough to fit their teeth. sewn.

Since they couldn't get enough to eat, whether it tasted good or not was secondary. Filling their stomachs was the top priority. In this case, it became normal for prison bullies to snatch food from other prisoners.

Seeing those prisoners silently handing over their best food one by one without any complaints, and the prison guards turning a blind eye to all this, Yang Yi knew that this was the unspoken rule in the prison.

Yang Yi was about to walk up to the black man who collected the sliced ​​meat, he was thinking, should he hand over the sliced ​​meat?

Yang Yi was not hungry for the first meal just after he entered the prison, and he didn't have the slightest appetite for the food on the plate. Whether he could eat it was still a problem, but he couldn't just hand over his food like this.

Because there is no resistance for the first time, it will be difficult to have the courage to resist in the future. This is one. Yang Yi must exercise regularly in the future. He needs sufficient food. This is the second. Resist and stop supplying food when there is demand in the future, then it will definitely lead to more intense reactions, this is the third.

Therefore, Yang Yi would never give his own flesh to others.

Chris was right in front of Yang Yi, he paused for a while in front of the black man who was holding a plate, and handed over the chicken on the plate, Yang Yi could tell that when he handed over the piece of meat, Chris was He was extremely reluctant, but he didn't resist, and he didn't even show his dissatisfaction.

Yang Yi followed behind Chris and wanted to pass by calmly, but the black man with the plate was not begging, he was using his power to plunder other people's food, this is a big difference.

"Hey you, stop."

Yang Yi looked at the black man beside him. The black man opened his mouth and showed his white teeth. After a demonstrative sneer, he said in a low voice, "Are you blind? Be smart, put your flesh Put it on this plate and fuck off, or you're dead, sissy!"

Yang Yi glanced at the black man. He didn't say too strong words to provoke a conflict, nor did he choose to remain silent. He just said coldly: "Stay away from me, you don't mess with me, I won't mess with you."

After finishing speaking, Yang Yi continued to walk forward with the plate, but the black man just stared at Yang Yi viciously, but didn't say anything.

It is of course impossible for the matter to end like this. The prison tyrant must take measures to maintain his authority, but sooner or later he has to face it, and Yang Yi is ready.

Chris sat at a table, and he was the only one. Yang Yi naturally walked to his only acquaintance, and whispered: "Can I sit here?"

Chris didn't look up, just said lightly: "Yes."

Yang Yi sat opposite to Chris, and after seeing the piece of chicken on Yang Yi's plate, Chris raised his head slightly, he seemed a little surprised, and said in a low voice: "This is really not a wise choice. "

Yang Yi laughed softly: "Thank you, but I'm not afraid."

Chris frowned and said, "Is there a gang protecting you?"

"Uh, no."

Chris exhaled lightly, then shook his head, and said in a low voice: "If you don't want to be sent to the infirmary with a few serious wounds on your face, then you'd better find a way to solve this trouble."

Yang Yi whispered: "How to solve it?"

Chris looked at Yang Yi, and then he said calmly: "There will be a solution soon, just wait."