Morocco Piccolo would be sent to prison tomorrow, just like him.
Just the thought of going to jail gave him a headache.
Go to jail … stay in jail …
Chen Zhao was getting more and more anxious.
Morocco curled up in the corner. He felt that Chen Zhao's gaze was a bit scary.
Even the air in the detention room became oppressive.
Morocco curled up like that for the whole night.
Chen Zhao didn't sleep for the entire night. He just sat on the bed.
The next day, Chen Zhao and Morocco were sent to the escort vehicle.
To a prison in the suburbs.
Chen Zhao's hands and feet were shackled.
According to the prison rules of the United States, when transferring prisoners, murderers were required to wear leg cuffs.
So, Chen Zhao was honored to put on the shackles.
Morocco glanced at Chen Zhao, who was in the same car as him.
He secretly prayed that he wouldn't be in the same cell as Chen Zhao again.
Otherwise, he would be in big trouble.
After arriving at the prison, Chen Zhao was finally unshackled. He changed into an orange prison uniform.
Then he was sent to his cell.
Coincidentally, when Morocco saw Chen Zhao walk into the prison, he looked like he was about to cry.
"Hi, Morocco, we meet again."
"Hehe … what a coincidence." Moroco felt like crying.
Thankfully, he wasn't as irritable as he was in the detention center.
At least when Morocco didn't provoke him, Chen Zhao couldn't be bothered to vent his anger on him.
"How long is the sentence for intentional homicide in Morocco?"
Moroco's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't be a homicidal maniac, right?
"It depends on the plot."
"It's shooting someone in the head in the middle of the street."
"At least ten years."
Hearing Morocco's answer, Chen Zhao started thinking about how to escape.
How troublesome …
At this moment, the ringing of a bell came from outside the cell.
"What's that sound?"
When Moroco heard this, he relaxed and explained, "It's lunchtime."
At this moment, the electronic door opened with a click.
Chen Zhao and Morocco walked out of the cell.
The prison canteen was a hodgepodge.
There were all kinds of people.
Of course, Chen Zhao was also one of the various types of people.
Chen Zhao carried a plate. The prisoner in charge of carrying the food looked up at him.
Newbie? The prisoner casually gave Chen Zhao some food.
Chen Zhao didn't like this attitude, even if he didn't care about the amount of food.
Forget it, I'm already in prison, it's better to keep a low profile.
Chen Zhao found Morocco's seat. Seeing Chen Zhao sit down, Morocco immediately put a drumstick on his plate to Chen Zhao.
"No, you eat," Chen Zhao said calmly.
But just then, a big guy walked over and grabbed the drumstick from Chen Zhao's plate, eating it right away.
"It's not your fault."
The big guy looked down at Chen Zhao. "Newbie, you don't seem to understand what this place is."
Bullying newcomers was a prison rule.
Whether it was in China or abroad, the rules were the same.
(Han Bao, as a veteran of the prison industry, was very knowledgeable about prisons and had a lot of feelings for them. After all, Han Bao had been in prison for 15 years … Of course, it wasn't because he committed a crime.)
"This is a prison, a place for bastards."
"Haha … You also know that it's a place for assholes, so you should know that I'm an asshole." The big guy patted Chen Zhao's head lightly.
Pa —
Chen Zhao had already smashed the plate into the big guy's face.
All the prisoners looked at Chen Zhao.
However, no one was surprised by this. In this place, there would be a fight almost every day.
Even the prison guards weren't surprised.
So, they didn't care about the fights.
Of course, if someone hit too hard, they'd be locked up.
The big guy climbed up and wiped the food off his face. His expression was ferocious.
"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
With that, the big guy pounced at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao reached out and grabbed the guy's chest, slamming him heavily onto the ground.
Bang —
The entire cafeteria could hear the sound of the big guy's intimate contact with the ground.
"I forgot to tell you," Chen Zhao said with a faint smile. "I'm also very knowledgeable about killing. Maybe we can discuss it."
The big guy reached out to scratch Chen Zhao, but his limbs couldn't reach Chen Zhao.
Suddenly, someone hit the back of Chen Zhao's head hard.
Chen Zhao turned around and saw a black man hitting him.
Chen Zhao pushed forward and the black man fell three or four meters away, landing heavily on the ground.
But another person came up to attack Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao lifted his hand and threw it again, smashing it onto the big guy's body.
Another one seeking his own death, and another one …
Chen Zhao used one move after another, piling them all on the big guy's body.
After knocking down six people in a row, no one else continued to attack Chen Zhao.
Just then, the prison guard on the second floor knocked on the metal bars with his baton.
"Stop, you bastards. Don't look for trouble."
The prison guards also liked to watch fights, but they would stop it before it got out of hand.
Chen Zhao took the lunches of the six prisoners he'd knocked down. Under everyone's gaze, he ate all six lunches.
Morocco stared at Chen Zhao with wide eyes.
Not only could this guy fight, but he could also eat.
In prison, there were usually three types of prisoners.
The other type was that those who had gangs outside would form their own cliques after entering prison.
Other prisoners were basically unwilling to provoke these cliques, and they wouldn't actively provoke other prisoners either.
Another type was those who were better at fighting. They would gather a group of people and wouldn't provoke the cliques. Instead, they would provoke newcomers and those who were easier to bully.
The third type was those who were easy to bully. There were also people like Chen Zhao who looked like they were easy to bully.
Of course, after this battle, there shouldn't be anyone who would think that way anymore.
Although a prisoner like the big guy had been taught a lesson by Chen Zhao, this was too common in prison.
However, this kind of thing was too common in prison, and it was always bullying.
There wasn't any life-or-death feud. After this, they might not become friends, but they wouldn't become enemies either.
Just like in the movies, after being beaten up, you would stab someone with a knife. This would never happen in real life.
Prisoners weren't stupid either. They wouldn't seek death.
In prison, there weren't many prisoners who would want to take their opponent down with them just because they'd been beaten up.
Chen Zhao suddenly slapped his head. He could've been released for medical treatment.
He should've been beaten up by these b * stards and then released for medical treatment.
Morocco, who was sitting opposite Chen Zhao, was shocked. He didn't know why Chen Zhao had such a sudden reaction.
Chen Zhao looked at the big guy and the others with a bitter expression.
Seeing Chen Zhao's gaze, the big guy and the others couldn't help but shiver.
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