Whoo Whoo Whoo!!!
With a piercing alarm blast, excited cheers imdiately echoed throughout the underground prison!
"Ti for air! Ti for air!"
"Tonight's yard ti is one hour! When it's over, everyone better head back to their cells, straight and orderly, or else, you all know the consequences!!!"
At that mont, one by one, the guards opened the iron gates of the cells and shouted into them before turning away and leaving.
Upon hearing their words, all the prisoners burst into another round of fervent cheers!
"Fuck! An hour! That's damn aweso!"
"Ha ha... They must've seen so fresh at coming in! Want us to have a few more kicks!"
"Shit! I'm going to be the first one on him after the two bosses are done with that guy! I've been holding it in for a long ti!"
"Fuck off! I'm first up, not you! When was it ever your turn!"
...
At this mont, hardened criminals scurried out of their cells one after another, spewing disgusting words that made one nauseous.
On both the upper and lower floors, around a hundred of these felons rushed toward Ye Feng's cell, all shaking the iron bars crazily like starving wolves eyeing Ye Feng, seemingly eager to gobble him up.
"New guy! Cut the crap and co out, we're gonna teach you the rules today!"
"Fuck your mom, co on out, don't make
co in and drag you out, or your pretty face might get hurt, and our boss wouldn't like that!"
"..."
These felons nearly packed the corridor outside Ye Feng's cell, shouting at him nacingly, yet strangely, not one dared to barge in.
Watching this scene, a colder light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes.
"Hey, brother, take care of yourself! A lot of these guys are on death row, and they'll definitely have their way with you! That's the rule here, almost every newcor gets a turn!"
The bespectacled man, his face full of fear, huddled in the corner, still kindly warning Ye Feng.
Ye Feng gave the man a deep look and then slowly walked out of his cell.
"Whoa! This kid's got so balls. Which one before didn't drag their feet? This is the first ti we've got soone this straightforward!"
Many of the felons were surprised, but as Ye Feng, handcuffed and shackled, walked out of the cell, they automatically parted, creating a path leading straight to the prison hall below.
All along the way, felons crowded both sides of the corridor, so with greedy eyes scanning Ye Feng's body, others with eyes full of violence and malice, and even more with a mocking and playful look, as if watching a good show.
Ye Feng quietly passed by these prisoners, sensing that most of them bore a hint of Evil Qi, a mark of killers.
One could say, almost everyone here was a villain capable of all kinds of evils.
In the prison hall one floor below, two groups of inmates stood facing each other, each group with the look of twenty to thirty strong, muscular n covered in dense tattoos, looking intimidating.
Leading both groups at the forefront were two huge n standing still.
One of them was a fat man, weighing at least over 400 pounds with a bloated face, looking like Zhu Bajie's brother, Zhu Qijie!
The other man had a face full of stubble, and as he stared intently at Ye Feng, he rubbed his thick beard with a hand as broad as a fan, a lecherous smile on his face.
"Gaga... Fat Dragon, the kid is out. How shall we split him up? Follow the old rules, one round each?"
The burly man with a stubbled face finally shifted his gaze from Ye Feng and then sinisterly asked the fat man.
And the fat man nad Fatty Dragon, at this mont, was sizing up Ye Feng with his thieving eyes, especially upon seeing Ye Feng's delicate skin and handso face, his face broke into an even more lecherous grin:
"Ta Shan, give
so face this ti, what do you say I take this kid for myself?"
"What?" Ta Shan's eyes bulged, giving Fatty Dragon an unfriendly look:
"Fatty Dragon, what the fuck, you actually want to hog him all to yourself! Why the hell should I let you have him when he's such a pretty and tender delicacy?"
Upon hearing these words, Fatty Dragon's face instantly darkened, and then his face showed a fierce and vicious expression:
"Fuck! Ta Shan, I'm gonna be shot in just a few days, you fucker can't possibly want to compete with , can you! Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now, you bitch!"
Fatty Dragon's nacing look did cause Ta Shan so fear. He knew Fatty Dragon's nature; he was a killing demon, who had drifted from place to place committing over twenty cris, with dozens of deaths on his hands. If he really fought with him and pushed him into a corner, things might just blow up!
However, he was still unwilling to give up Ye Feng, such a delicate and pretty piece of forbidden fruit:
"How about this, I'll have a go at this pretty boy first, then he can spend the night with you! After that, for a few days, we'll take turns with him. How's that?"
Ta Shan could only back down a step, but Fatty Dragon, even after hearing this, was still sowhat reluctant:
"No way! Let
have him for three nights!"
"Two nights!" Ta Shan bargained.
"Deal!" Fatty Dragon realized that it was impossible to get Ta Shan to compromise any further and imdiately decided on the spot!
And at this mont, Ye Feng was like rchandise, his fate decided in the conversation between these two bigshots!
Watching this unfold, the corners of Ye Feng's mouth turned even colder, with a murderous glint in his eyes.
Just then, the convicts around them started to clamor again:
"Brother Shan! Brother Dragon! We brothers want to have a go too, what do we do?"
"Yeah! If not, let the kid do a striptease to spice things up for the brothers!"
"Great! It's been a long ti since we've had a fresh pretty boy dance for us!"
…
The convicts around them, one after another, were overjoyed, all their attention fixed on the leading figures, Fatty Dragon and Ta Shan!
Seeing this scene, both of them likewise revealed a sinister smile, and turning to Ye Feng, they said:
"Hey! New pretty boy, did you hear our brothers? Get stripping! After the striptease, we'll teach you the rules!"
As soon as the bosses finally spoke, the convicts around them imdiately burst into enthusiastic cheers, raising their hands and hooting with joy!
"Strip!!!"
"Strip!!!"
"Strip!!!"
…
At this mont, within the prison hall, a series of deafening shouts echoed, but just as these cheers stopped, an icily bone-chilling voice rang out:
"Could you tell
what cris you've all committed?"
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