The two prison guards were about thirties, both white.

The two of them are on duty to guard the prisoner together today.

In fact, it was said that they were guarding prisoners, but the two of them didn't care much about the hundreds of people present, because the entire prison was full of cameras, and at the same time, countless people pointed their guns at the hundreds of prisoners.

The two of them stood here just a form.

Of course, if something bad happened on the scene, they would need to stand up as soon as possible.

From morning to evening, these hundreds of prisoners were very well-behaved.

Didn't cause any trouble for the two prison guards.

Even those who are more aggressive on weekdays stay quiet today.

It's time to eat now.

Two prison guards stood at the entrance of the cafeteria.

There is only one door in the entire cafeteria.

There are special special police on duty outside the door.

“When should I do it?”

An Sizhao seemed a little nervous. After all, although he was unparalleled in the world in disguise, he was just an ordinary person in the final analysis. He was not a great figure like Zhao Gang-rye who could become a super Saiyan when he fought.

"Let's wait, remember what I said to you?" Zhao Gang-ling asked while eating.

"Remember, it's just angering them, right?" An Sizhao said.

"Just remember, Marco is here."

Zhao Gang-ling said, glanced at the side, An Sizhao nodded and continued to lower his head to eat his own food.

"Beauty."

Marco brought a total of five people today to surround Zhao Gangling and An Sizhao.

Zhao Gang was eating calmly.

"I asked you to run away yesterday. Do you think you still ran away today? Actually, I like you like this. Only after struggling can you feel pleasure." Marco said, reaching out and gently touching Zhao Gang's hand.

"If you touch me again, I don't mind your head stuffing into his farts."

Zhao Gangyan glanced at the strong and blond man beside Marco and said coldly.

"What did you say!"

The strong blonde man stared at Zhao Gangliang with wide eyes.

"Yo? Do you still know how to fight back?"

The expression on Marco's face was even more joyful, "When I put my words into your fart, I'll see if you can fight back too."

"I'm your mother!"

Zhao Gangliang suddenly slapped the table, picked up the dining plate and smashed it into Marco's face.

This time it hit very suddenly. Neither Marco nor the people around him expected that Zhao Gangliang would dare to take action.

With a bang, Marco was hit on the front of the dining plate.

Of course, for a master, the attack power of the plate is very limited, and it is even difficult to make them feel pain. However, the remaining food on the plate seems to have made Marco wear all over with endless mockery.

Drizzle of vegetable juice.

"Fuck them!"

Zhao Gang roared angrily and kicked Marco, who was about to get angry.

Marco didn't expect that Zhao Gang-rye would dare to come for the second time, and was kicked directly and fell to the ground.

At this time, everyone around them came to their senses. One went to help Marco, and the other person howled and rushed towards Zhao Gangliang.

In an instant, several people mingled together.

Because the hands and feet are all cobbled by things, the impact of this fight is very limited. Many people cannot use their fist skills. They can only rely on their strength and some very subtle techniques.

This also makes it difficult for people on both sides to be injured.

It seems like the fight is very exciting, but in fact it is just like a street fight.

At this time, two prison guards at the door who were talking about where to go to have a drink tonight found something wrong here.

The two prison guards rushed over with their whistles.

"Bastard, stop, what are you doing!"

A fatter prison guard picked up the baton in his hand and smashed it on Zhao Gang-rye's body as he spoke.

Zhao Gangling fell to the ground with a roar, and the prison guard hit Zhao Gangling's body with a few sticks.

Another prison guard also used a baton to break up the people in the melee.

"Bastard, this is the cafeteria. Do you want to die?"

After the fat prison guard beat Zhao Gangli a few times, he looked at Marco and said, "Malco, don't make trouble for me, you want to make trouble, don't be while I'm on duty!"

"I know, police officer." Marco smiled, sat on the chair, looked at Zhao Gangliang, and said, "Police Officer, these two little guys are mine."

“No one said they were not yours.”

The fat prison guard curled his lips.

At this moment, one of Marco's subordinates held something and stuffed it into the hands of the fat prison guard.

The fat prison guard looked down at the US dollar in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Please pay attention next time. I'll go smoking a cigarette with Jack later and finish it as soon as possible."

"OK."

Marco nodded.

"Grass! You are in the same group!"

An Sizhao suddenly screamed.

The fat prison guard glanced at An Sizhao and said, "What did you say?"

"You are from the same group, I saw you collect money!! I want to report to the warden!!" An Sizhao shouted loudly.

Everyone around looked at the fat prison guard.

The fat prison guard walked to An Sizhao with a gloomy face and said, "You say it again."

"The same goes for the same thing, I saw it too!"

At this time, Zhao Gangliang suddenly shouted, "I saw you taking their money too!!"

"You two are looking for death!"

The fat prison guard stood in front of An Sizhao, holding a baton, and said to An Sizhao, "Give you a last chance, kneel down and say you didn't see anything."

"I just saw it!"

An Sizhao shouted loudly, "You have collected the money."

Bang.

The fat prison guard's baton suddenly spread to An Sizhao's stomach, and then there were several more sticks. An Sizhao was knocked to the ground, his face pale, and he looked at Zhao Gangling with grievances in his eyes.

"I want to sue you!"

Zhao Gang-ling shouted.

"Jack, it seems that someone wants to die."

The fat prison guard looked at another prison guard and turned his head.

The prison guard walked to Zhao Gangliang, reached out and grabbed Zhao Gangliang's hand, and pulled Zhao Gangliang out of the canteen. The fat prison guard also grabbed An Sizhao who had already fallen to the ground and walked out of the canteen.

"Poor child, I'm going to be beaten to death now."

Marco looked at Zhao Gangliang and the others helplessly and shook his head.

Zhao Gang-ling and An Sizhao were taken out of the cafeteria and walked towards the toilet next to it.

After all four of them walked into the toilet, the fat prison guard locked the door, then picked up a remote control-like thing on his waist, and pressed the video probe in the toilet.

The probe was turned off.

"You two are ready to pray."

The fat prison guard took off his police uniform, barely wore his upper body, holding a baton in his hand, looked at Zhao Gang-ling and An Sizhao, and said, "I will beat you two of you."
Chapter completed!