"Well, that's the end of the game." The former guard shrugged his shoulders and threw two pieces of cheap black bread into the cage. He looked at Dean: "Eat, little guy."
Dean was relieved and was about to pick it up.
The obese middle-aged man suddenly roared, and rushed towards the source of the voice. He fumbled around on the ground, and picked up two pieces of bread, and stuffed them into his mouth.
"Shut up, you scoundrel!" the jailer roared angrily.
The obese middle-aged man didn't care and desperately stuffed it into his mouth.
"Fat pig, you are courting death!" One of the jailers was infuriated. He took out the key and opened the cage. He took out the stick from the cart and ruthlessly whipped the fat middle-aged man's back and head. He didn't care where the fatal spots were, and continued to whip the fat middle-aged man's face.
Fatty screamed a few times in pain. He threw away the crumbled black bread and desperately shrank back.
"Let you eat, let you eat!" The two jailers angrily whipped the fat middle-aged man with their sticks and raised their feet to kick his face and chest. The other people were silent as they saw them beating Fatty. They retreated and didn't dare to come close. The guards were the highest existence in the prison. They could control their life and death.
Under the continuous whipping of the two jailers, the fat middle-aged man screamed in pain: "I won't dare, I won't dare, please spare my life, my Lord …"
The two jailers didn't care. After a series of punches and kicks, they saw the obese middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood. Only then did they stop. They spat on his face and turned to leave the cell.
Dean looked at the crumbled bread on the ground. He wanted to talk to the two, but after hesitating, he didn't say anything. He silently picked up the crumbled bread on the ground and ate it little by little.
He hadn't eaten for six or seven days in the prison. He was hungry and exhausted. At this moment he could even bite the bark of a tree.
The two prison guards pushed the cart and continued to distribute food to the people in the other cells behind them. After they left, the two of them pushed the empty cart and left. They laughed as they walked and talked about the food they planned to order when they went to the canteen.
The people in the surrounding cells heard the words' roasted chicken ',' steak ',' foie gras' and so on.
Everything seemed to be calm again.
The people in each cell ate the bread they had snatched as fast as they could, and then began to chat with each other listlessly.
They talked about women, the scenery outside, and their past glory.
Dean silently ate the bread. He felt that the burning hunger in his stomach had slightly subsided. His body had recovered some strength. Although the two pieces of bread were not enough to fill his stomach, but he had been hungry for so many days. Eating too much at once would hurt his stomach. Two pieces of bread was just enough for him to digest.
Dudian half closed his eyes to rest and restore his physical strength.
The others carefully looked at Dean, then looked at the fat middle-aged man who was moaning from time to time in a pool of blood. They didn't dare to approach. Dean wasn't the only one who was pierced by the steel nails. Every criminal who was sent to prison would enjoy the same treatment.
The only difference was that they were used to it. The steel nails had grown in their flesh. As long as they avoided strenuous activities, they wouldn't feel the sting of the steel nails. This was another reason why it was difficult for them to besiege Dean.
"Little guy, what did you do before? Tell us." At this time, a voice came from another cell.
The people in the other cells immediately echoed: "Yes, yes, join our happy little family. You haven't introduced yourself yet."
Dean slowly opened his eyes and indifferently glanced at the people: "I'm not like you garbage. I didn't commit a crime."
Hearing his words, laughter came from the other cages.
"Little guy, you don't want to say that you were wronged, do you?"
"Haha, everyone who comes in is like you. But in the end, they will be very happy to integrate into this small family."
"I'll ask who is not wronged. Come and raise your hand."
As soon as these words came out, the other cages immediately responded.
Dean slightly frowned but didn't say anything. He closed his eyes.
Several people cautiously approached him. Dean opened his eyes and stared at them. One of them smiled: "I didn't mean to offend you. There are some crumbs here." He tentatively reached out to pick up a crumb from the ground. He slowly put it into his mouth as he saw that Dean didn't respond.
Dean realized that he was wasting the crumbs. But he didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and quietly rested.
In the evening, the two guards pushed the cart again. One of them said in a loud voice: "Today I'll give you more benefits. There is a steak. Who wants it?"
The quiet cells were in an uproar as they heard his words.
"Me!"
"I want it!"
"Give it to me, elder!"
The guard was very satisfied as he saw such a warm response. He raised his hand and said: "There is only one steak. There are so many people who want it. Do you know how to do it according to the old rules?"
The response from the cells died down as they heard the guard's words.
Dean leaned against the cage and silently looked at them.
He saw that one person in two of the cages said: "I want it."
The two jailers glanced at them and said with some dissatisfaction, "Looks like you're both full. Just the two of you?" They saw that there was no response from the other cells. They coldly said: "Then you can fight for it."
They opened the locks of the two cages.
Two people stepped out of the cages. One of them was the 'Scar' youth who had previously said that he wanted Dean.
"Scar, don't fight with me!" A blonde youth came out of the other cell.
Scar sneered: "It depends on your own ability!" He took the lead to attack.
Dean silently watched. After a few minutes, the winner was Scar. His face was red and swollen. He gasped and said: "Elder, I won."
"I know." The guard handed out the steak.
Scar reached out his hand to take it. The steak fell to the ground. There were several rows of bite marks on the steak. It was obvious that it was a leftover piece.
The guard spat and said in a disgusted tone: "Do you think that I don't know that you want to eat steak? Do you think that I don't know that you are deliberately acting?"
Scar's face slightly changed: "I can't wait for elder to drag him out and peel off a layer of skin."
The jailer sneered and said, "As you wish."
Scar's eyelids twitched but his expression remained unchanged.
The blonde youth who was beaten to the ground roared at Scar: "Damn beast! I curse you to die a horrible death!"
The jailer waited for Scar to pick up the steak and then locked him in the cage. Then he continued to push the cart and distributed bread to the other cages. When all the bread was empty, the jailer left with the cart along with the blonde youth.
When the door above the corridor was locked, the heavy atmosphere in the cells on both sides of the corridor was immediately relieved.
"These two damned beasts!"
"Unlucky old Jin."
Indignation and sighs came from the cages.
Dean picked up the four pieces of bread that were thrown at the door of the cage. He looked back at the hungry eyes of several people in the dark: "Who wants to come and grab it?"
Several people saw Dean pick up the bread in a coherent movement. How would they dare to snatch food from him? They quickly shook their heads.
One of them said in a flattering tone: "You are our boss in the future. If you have any command, just say it. We will follow you."
Dean had sensed the rules of survival in the prison. He didn't say anything as he slowly ate the bread. After eating two pieces, he stuffed the remaining two pieces into his arms and prepared to eat them later in the night.
Several people looked at him with envy but didn't dare to come forward to grab it. They could only continue to flatter Dean.
Dean was indifferent. He understood that no amount of rhetoric was more important than his own strength.
At this time, Dean noticed that the youth called 'Scar' in the next cage didn't eat the steak but hid it in his arms. A trace of desire flashed in his eyes.
Scar noticed Dean's gaze and smiled: "Little guy, everyone here calls me Scar. What's your name?"
"Dean." Dudian replied. He didn't have any bad feelings towards this person for saving him, but he also didn't have a good impression of him.
Scar nodded and smiled: "Were you a hunter or a knight of the magistrate? Were you a knight of light? "
Dean wrinkled his brows but didn't answer.
Scar seemed to be aware that there were some secrets involved. He smiled but didn't say anything.
Dean asked: "Why aren't you eating?"
Scar knew what Dean was referring to. He sighed: "Jin has suffered a lot this time. This is for him."
Dean knew that 'Jin' was the blonde youth who was dragged out. His eyes flashed: "Are you acting?"
Scar looked at him and thought for a moment. He nodded slightly and said: "Yes, these bastards will occasionally give us some good things. But every time they want to see us kill each other. So we decided to act it out. We don't have to risk our lives every time. After all, the injuries we get are not worth it compared to the things we get."
"Originally, this time it was mine. But these two bastards have harmed Jin. So I will give him compensation."
Dean looked at the other cells: "Do the others agree?"
Scar nodded: "If no one fights for it then these two bastards will embezzle the food for all of us. So we have to act."
Dean was silent as he heard his words.
More than an hour later, the blonde youth was dragged back by two guards. His body was covered with blood. He was thrown into his cell and didn't move for a long time.
After the two guards left, Scar shouted "Old Jin" twice. Seeing Jin's reaction, he threw the steak to him: "I left it for you. Eat it. You have suffered a lot today."
The blonde youth got up with the help of the guards. He turned around and said: "It's nothing. One day I will pierce the * sshole of these bastards." Scar sighed and shook his head.
In the blink of an eye, it was midnight. Dean ate the remaining two pieces of bread and closed his eyes to continue to rest.
Not long after he fell asleep, he suddenly felt an extremely soft sound approaching him. He immediately opened his eyes and saw a skinny young man among the group of people tiptoeing towards him.
The thin youth was shocked as he saw Dean open his eyes. He didn't think that such a small movement would alarm Dean. He quickly waved his hand and apologized.
Dean didn't say anything and closed his eyes again.
The people who were sleeping in the other cells were awakened by this person. They looked up and understood what was going on. They fell back to sleep.
The next day.
Dean felt that the pain in his body had reduced a lot. His wounds had long been scarred. The steel nails on his shoulder blade were still aching. It seemed to be inflamed and the wound was slightly ulcerated.
However, there were no knives or first aid items around. He could only smear his saliva on the wound.
There were two meals a day, noon and evening.
At noon, three pieces of bread were thrown. Dean didn't monopolize them. He ate two and threw the remaining one to the guards. After all, a cornered dog will jump over a wall. He just wanted to heal as soon as possible and didn't want to tear his wounds again.
Although it was just a piece of bread, the guards didn't fight for it. Instead, they divided a small piece equally.
Dean understood that although no one was trustworthy, but at least they had built a tacit understanding with each other. Only such a tacit understanding could allow them to survive.
Just like Scar and Jin.
Just like the others in the prison.
The result of breaking the tacit understanding was inevitable that someone would die, like the fat middle-aged man.
Under Dean's eye gouging and the jailer's beatings, the obese middle-aged man's momentum was gone. His body was seriously injured, and there was no nursing care or treatment. Injuries meant that his status would rapidly decline unless he was like Dean. Even if he was injured, he could still suppress others.
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