Chapter 148
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The next night, Fatty gradually woke up. He groaned and wanted to climb up, but his whole body was in pain. Especially the jailer's kicks and kicks had affected the steel nails under his shoulder blades. At the moment, his hands were soft and powerless. He couldn't get up for a while.
He roared angrily: "Are you all dead? Come and help me!"
The few people shrank back and looked at each other. They looked at Dean but didn't dare to make a move. Even the sturdy youth who reminded him shrank back in the corner and didn't say a word.
The fat middle-aged man roared a few times. Seeing that no one responded to him, the fear and sorrow in his heart made him even angrier. But he already understood that he had been abandoned. An injured blind tiger, even if he revealed a fierce expression, would not be able to control the others.
Moreover, he wasn't like Jin and Scar, who had a high prestige in the prison. Even among the cell leaders, he was one of the best. Even if one of them was seriously injured, no one would dare to bully him.
Loneliness, helplessness, despair, darkness …
It was as if he had experienced the first time he was thrown into prison. At that time, he cried and was violated. He forced a smile and flattered others. It was not until his term as the boss was up and he was sentenced to death that he got the chance to be promoted.
Now, he fell again.
Dean silently looked at him and didn't say anything. After a moment, the dinner was delivered. This time he was luckier as four pieces of bread were thrown in.
Dean picked them all up.
Fatty heard the sound and suddenly crawled up. But he didn't rush to snatch the bread. Instead, he kowtowed in the direction of Dean and begged: "I beg you, spare me. You are my boss. I admit defeat. I will be your thug in the future. I will do whatever you want me to do. Please don't hate me …"
Dean slightly frowned. He didn't expect that the reversal would be so big. He thought that Fatty would fight back in despair. After a moment of silence, he looked at the others: "Do you think I should forgive him?"
The people who were sitting on the straw mats looked at the black bread in Dean's hand. One of them tentatively whispered: "Boss, why don't you forgive him? We are assigned a job in each prison. If we abolish him then there will be one less person to do the work. It will be a loss."
Dean nodded slightly. After the two guards left, he said: "Break one of his arms and the third leg."
The others were stunned.
The fat middle-aged man's face changed. He couldn't help but clench his fists on the ground, but then he loosened them and begged, "Big Brother, they are right. We have to work every week. If my arm is broken, I will become a cripple. The work will be divided equally among everyone. You will also suffer."
Dean quietly looked at him: "Do you think I need to work by myself?"
The obese middle-aged man was startled.
The faces of the others changed. They knew the meaning of Dean's words. They didn't expect that their days would still be like this after the change of boss. They couldn't help but feel sad and indignant.
Dean looked at them: "Is no one going to make a move?"
The few of them looked at each other. There was anger in their hearts, but they maintained a tacit understanding and kept quiet.
Dean took out two pieces of black bread from his arms: "Whoever is obedient, this belongs to him."
The guard had used this trick in the past two days. Now he was using it.
The few of them hesitated. Finally, one of them stepped forward and said: "I'll do it. But I'm afraid I can't beat him."
Dudian looked at the obese middle-aged man: "Did you hear me? I believe that if you are smart then you won't resist. Otherwise you will lose more than one hand. If my speculation is correct then the rules here are very simple. There are only two rules. You are not allowed to kill and ensure the workload. So a little torture shouldn't be a problem."
The obese middle-aged man's body trembled as he heard the words' a little torture '. He was angry but also afraid. He knew that Dean was completely right.
As long as there was no killing and it didn't affect the workload, the guards would be happy to see a dog-eat-dog situation.
Dean took out two pieces of black bread and gently bit it. He said while eating: "The show can begin."
The others looked at the black bread he was chewing. They gritted their teeth and went forward to surround the obese middle-aged man.
The people in the other cells naturally noticed the situation here. But there was no laughter. Everyone felt a faint chill. They had seen vicious criminals and murderous devils. But they had never seen a person who could adapt so quickly. Dean wasn't purely retaliating. There was no trace of hatred or killing intent in his words. Instead, there was a kind of calmness.
It was this calmness that made people feel an extremely dangerous atmosphere.
Blood-curdling screams and furious roars resounded in the prison. The sound waves surged against the steel pillars of the cage, and then they were ruthlessly smashed into pieces.
Dean was chewing the black bread that tasted like expired food, quietly watching the scene in front of him. When he finished eating, the atrocity in front of him was also over, leaving only the fat middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood, his crotch was blood red, and his left hand was broken.
The performance was over. Several people looked at the black bread in Dean's hand.
Dean was very trustworthy. He didn't say much. He threw the black bread into the blood of the obese middle-aged man.
The few of them hurriedly picked it up, divided it up quickly, and ate it randomly.
Days passed.
Although Dean didn't make a move again, but the people here were not fools. From his initial struggle, they could see that he was not an ordinary person, but a warrior with super strength.
After all, there were some things that couldn't be done by anger. They had seen too many people who struggled in anger and despair. But in the end, their unyielding heads were pressed down and laid on the ground for them to enjoy.
Pure anger was completely useless in the face of absolute power, and it would only make one feel even more sorrowful and sad.
In the past few days, Dudian had occasionally talked to Scar. He knew that the prison was located at the bottom of the lake. There were three floors in the prison. They were on the first floor, which meant that they were the weakest criminals in the prison.
To prove that a criminal was weak and strong, in addition to relying on their own strength, they also had committed crimes outside.
Dean was charged with theft, so he naturally belonged to the weakest category.
In the past few days, Dean also learned about the crimes committed by the obese middle-aged man and several others. The obese middle-aged man was like his appearance. He used to be a wealthy businessman. He was imprisoned for molesting a noble lady. However, it was precisely because of his identity as a wealthy businessman that he had the opportunity to purchase "God's Blessing" from the black market. That was why his strength was so much higher than ordinary people, equivalent to a junior scavenger.
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