When talking about Fan Xiao, Douzi's face was full of hatred. Ning Chi hugged Douzi from the side, "Don't worry, I will promise you what I promised you at the beginning. You should do what you should do first, don't worry about those things!"

After all, it was Fan Xiao who ruined Douzi's face. Douzi didn't know at first, but now he knows everything. When it comes to Fan Xiao, it is normal to hate him. Seeing Ning Xiao say this, Douzi doesn't say anything anymore.

Ning Chi's eyes were calm, sitting in the car, staring in front of him, a storm began to gradually begin... Back in the prison, Wang Ying's roar attracted the ridicule of countless people behind him. No matter how big the official or the high status was outside, it was a bullshit when he arrived here, and the prison guards ignored Wang Ying at all.

Wang Ying was really tired when he shouted, and slowly stopped shouting. He collapsed on the ground. There were many people next to him watching the fun. Wang Ying didn't say a word. Soon, a figure walked to Wang Ying and patted Wang Ying on the shoulder. "Young man, go to worship the bridle, and go to bed early, and get up early to work tomorrow. Don't stop sleeping. It's quarreling to others. Also, your bed is there, you can be quiet. If it is useful, there will be no more criminals in it. If you do something wrong, you have to recognize it."

The so-called bridle in this person's mouth is the most powerful person in this account, and he is also a prisoner, and he has any number.

Wang Ying looked up and saw a middle-aged man. He was thirty or forty years old. He was thin and thin. He was also the closest bunk to Wang Ying. Wang Ying was confused now, but he still couldn't accept that he was locked up here. He was pushed by this man and walked towards his bed numbly. This cell was standard for twenty people. Now the cell was not full, just like a dozen people, with two empty beds. Wang Ying himself walked to the innermost point. As a result, he had just walked without two steps, and another voice was heard.

"The innermost bed is not for you, you have to go to the one over there." At this time, a bald man sat up and pointed to another bunk. The bunk was just close to the toilet. There was a toilet in the corner of the cell. There was a half-person-high cement pier next to the toilet, and there was an empty bunk next to the toilet.

Wang Ying glanced at the man, ignored him, and was in a bad mood. Then he sat directly on the innermost bed. The bald man glanced at Wang Ying, frowned from the side, and then nodded at the person next to him.

Soon, in the other place, several people stood up, one by one, one by one. There were good people who could come here, all of them were illegal and disorderly. When they arrived at Wang Ying, one of them had a grim face. He sat down next to Wang Ying and handed Wang Ying a cigarette from his pocket, looking kind, "Brother, how did you come in?"

Wang Ying didn't think much about it, took the cigarette, lit it himself, took a few sips, and didn't want to talk to this person. This man with a grim face looked much bigger than Wang Ying in his thirties and forties. Seeing Wang Ying not speaking, he smiled and said, "Have you brought money in?" He also reached out and gestured for money.

Wang Ying frowned and pointed, "How can I bring money in like this?" Wang Ying is a newcomer, so he naturally doesn't understand the rules of prison.

"Oh, didn't bring any money?" The man laughed, and then looked at Wang Ying's face with a mouth, which slapped the cigarette at the corner of Wang Ying's mouth. "Little bastard, don't have money and want to sleep in this position? Get out of here!"

When he reached out, Wang Ying suddenly looked up. His personality had never suffered a loss in his life. To be honest, although he had survived many times, overall, he had been going well for so many years. At such a young age, he had experienced so many things. Standing at such a height, he was confused now and could not think at all. He was in an inexplicable state. To be honest, he looked down on a man who looked like a rusty man. Wang Ying had not fought back for the first time, but just glanced at the man.

But Wang Ying's eyes must be full of unhappiness. It was this look that completely angered the man, "Little Chick!" The man shouted and cursed, and went up to Wang Ying's neck with two mouths. With force, he directly consumed Wang Ying's body from the bed. When Wang Ying was just exhausted, he was extremely angry. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and punched the man.

In this way, the few people around who had not taken action were anxious, "Dare to fight back!" A person came up from around Wang Ying's lower abdomen and kicked him. At the same time, five or six people jumped down around him and surrounded Wang Ying. In an instant, Wang Ying was surrounded by fists everywhere, attacking him like a storm.

To be honest, Wang Ying is right to be cruel and ruthless, but he is indeed too far from people like Fan Xiao. The most important thing is that when he first went to prison, this psychological gap and the imbalance in his heart. This ordinary person cannot adjust well in a short period of time, especially before, it was considered to be very bright. Now he fell into the abyss, was locked up with these people, and was bullied by such people. If it were Wang Ying when he was normal, he would definitely calm down and think about what to do. But even if it was normal, he calmed down. Whether he could accept this humiliation, adjust his mentality, and not make himself arrogant is all a problem, let alone now, he can't beat him up, and his friends in society rely entirely on his smart mind and his loyalty, and he is lucky.

Now there is nothing left. Now he is not as good as Sun Qizhan. After all, Sun Qizhan and others come together, and Sun Qizhan is really cruel. After all, he grew up from such a family since he was a child, but Wang Ying is still different. When he really fights, he can't even beat Sun Qizhan, let alone Wang Ying has been behind the scenes for so long and rarely takes action. If he fights one by one, Wang Ying can fight, but the group of people behind him come up, Wang Ying is really helpless. He has no strength to fight back. He was pulled from the bed to the ground and beaten violently. There is no weapon in the cell. He was pressed to the ground by this group of people and beaten wildly. In an instant, the pain storms swept across his body. Then he was numb. Wang Ying was lying on the ground. At this time, he didn't know who it was, and came over and pressed Wang Ying's head and hit the ground several times.

These few moves made Wang Ying laugh, and blood flowed down his forehead. Wang Ying was dizzy, and someone yelled beside him. Obviously, he was very angry about such a newcomer who dared to do this when he came here.

From head to toe, the strong bridle did not speak, but just looked at the man who took the lead in beating Wang Ying. Seeing Wang Ying's face full of blood, motionless, the people around him stopped. Wang Ying was really almost fainting at this time. He never dreamed that he would fall to this point. The man kicked Wang Ying twice at Wang Ying. "Are you dead?" He had a sarcastic smile on his lips, and then dragged Wang Ying and walked to the toilet. When he reached the toilet, he pressed Wang Ying's head and pressed it into the toilet, and then stepped on it from the side.

Flushing, the water in the toilet kept flushing out. The toilet was still the same kind of squatting toilet. The cell facilities were simple, with more than a dozen people, only three pits, and a urine pool. It was surrounded by cement and lime, which was very scented. The water in the toilet toilet kept flushing Wang Ying's head. There was a lot of water, which even made him feel a little breathless. He began to struggle again. Several people around him flushed up and held Wang Ying tightly. Wang Ying was washed away for a long time. At this moment, he was already ravaged and had no strength to struggle. Only then did the people next to him stop.

The man who took the lead smiled and looked at Wang Ying, who was destroyed and looked like no one. There was a hint of mockery on the corner of his mouth, and then he unbuttoned his belt. This behavior made Wang Ying stunned and shocked. He didn't know what the man was going to do, but now he didn't even have the strength to move and his whole body was sore.

"Shanzai, it's OK." The words of Weitou made Shanzai, who had already untied her belt, stop moving. His face was full of vulgarity. Looking at Wang Ying's face full of interest, he was still a little unwilling to accept it now.

"I educated him, but I don't understand the new rules at all. It's really rare to see him looking like a little bitch."

"Give him a chance. It's okay if you don't understand the rules just now. Just don't just don't understand the rules." He leaned against the edge of the bridle, picked up a cigarette, and lit it for himself. Then he reached out to the people next to him, "Okay, go to bed!"

His words were better than anything else. The people in the prison cell looked at each other and then returned to their beds. The mountain boy next to him was still looking at Wang Ying with unfulfilled intentions. Wang Ying felt a little nervous when he saw it.

Everyone around him left. Wang Ying was lying beside the toilet, his head was still in the toilet, and his face was wet. He had never suffered such grievances in his life. Now thinking about everything he had just experienced, it was still like a dream. He lay here for a long time, but couldn't accept this reality. No matter how dazzling the light outside was, there was nothing here. Wang Ying really couldn't calm down his heart. After all, it was the first time he had experienced such a thing in his life. In an instant, his eyes turned red. He bit his lips and didn't cry. He lay here for a long time. Suddenly, someone next to him patted his back.

Wang Ying didn't look back at the beginning. After being patted for a while, blood was flowing out from his face, flowing down the corner of his eyes, and it was red in front of him. Wang Ying then subconsciously turned his head and looked at the man next to him. This man was the middle-aged man in his thirties just now, and he was the first to talk to him at the door.

When Wang Ying saw someone, he instinctively controlled his tears. The man watched Wang Ying still lying here, then he sat next to him, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it himself.
Chapter completed!