Chen Zhao was depressed.
After the fight, he'd wanted to continue provoking Big Guy and his gang.
But they were all terrified.
This doesn't seem to be the same as what I know.
Chen Zhao wanted to get beaten up.
But in this prison, no one was willing to fight him anymore.
As a result, Chen Zhao didn't have a good appetite during dinner. He ate unhappily.
"Boss Chen, are you full?" Morocco asked. "Do you need me to get you some food?"
"No need." Chen Zhao was very unhappy. He kept staring at Big Guy and his gang.
Big Guy and his gang kept their heads down, not daring to meet Chen Zhao's eyes.
"Boss Chen, there's a boxing match tonight."
"What kind of match?" Chen Zhao asked, confused.
"It's organized by the prison guards. The contestants are all serious criminals."
Chen Zhao wasn't a serious criminal. He was just a suspect now.
Before he was convicted, he wasn't a real guest here.
Generally, the felons in the prison lived separately from the ordinary prisoners. They would only go together when they had to eat or when they were out for a walk.
"Nothing will happen?"
"Of course. Every year, a few people die on the stage," Morocco said. "But so what?"
Yeah, so what? Even in a country with relatively complete laws like America, there were still many dark people.
"But the prison guards can't force you to participate in this match, right?"
"The prison guards have their ways. Which serious criminal doesn't want their sentence reduced? Every time they reduce their sentence, the prison has to issue an evaluation form. The prison guards have the absolute right to decide. "
"Are you familiar with this prison?"
"I've been here at least six times," Morocco said. "The longest time was two and a half years."
After dinner, Chen Zhao and Morocco returned to their cells.
Around ten at night, there was the sound of a baton knocking on the cell door.
A prison guard poked his head in. "Are you asleep?"
Neither Chen Zhao nor Morocco was asleep. "No," Morocco replied.
At this moment, the cell door was opened.
Knock, knock.
The guard knocked on the door again, then left.
"What does he mean?"
"He's asking if we're going or not. If we're going, go to the cafeteria. If not, close the door."
There were so many rules in this prison.
However, he still wanted to see the world, so he went to the cafeteria with Morocco.
At this time, the tables and chairs in the canteen had been pushed to the corner. Forty to fifty prisoners were standing on the tables and chairs beside them.
A dozen prison guards were standing in front of the bars on the second floor.
A short convict was walking among the other prisoners, collecting gambling money.
This short prisoner was probably the prison guard's lackey.
Help the prison guards open the gambling house and collect the gambling money.
Chen Zhao was quite surprised that these criminals actually had cash.
Moreover, it was like a regular boxing match. There was even a host holding a microphone, introducing the first two contestants to the audience and gamblers.
Chen Zhao heard that people didn't use their fists in underground fights.
However, the fighters in this prison boxing match were wearing masks.
The rate of death and disability without gloves was too high. If the prison guards organized a boxing match, they probably wouldn't earn more than ten thousand dollars.
However, if one person died, the various procedures and arrangements would be very troublesome, and the gains would not make up for the losses.
Therefore, the boxing match was still carried out in a more formal way, and there were also referees.
Of course, rather than calling it a boxing match, it would be more accurate to call it a freestyle fight.
Most of the rules were also freestyle fights. Apart from not stabbing the eyes or attacking the lower body, all attacks were allowed.
Chen Zhao had thought that he would be able to see a bloody fight, but he was still somewhat disappointed.
The fight to the death like in movies and TV dramas did not appear.
Of course, it might also be because there weren't many benefits.
"Boss Chen, do you want to buy some to play?" the short convict asked Chen Zhao.
"I don't have money." Chen Zhao had everything in his spatial ring except cash.
"Boss Chen, I do."
"Where did you get the money?"
Chen Zhao saw Morocco take out a stack of money. It was at least a thousand dollars.
Chen Zhao had heard from Morocco that he had robbed a convenience store for a few hundred dollars and even injured an employee.
How could he have more than a thousand dollars now?
Chen Zhao found it unbelievable.
"I'm here to help someone bring goods."
Chen Zhao was stunned. This guy was helping someone bring drugs into prison?
However, Chen Zhao couldn't be bothered with Morocco.
Morocco wasn't anyone to him.
They weren't even friends.
"How did you bring it in?" Chen Zhao asked curiously.
"Butt."
"…"
Morocco bet a hundred dollars for Chen Zhao and also bought a hundred dollars for himself.
"How much can you earn each time you bring goods?"
"Ten thousand dollars."
Chen Zhao was speechless. He had to bring at least fifty thousand dollars worth of goods to get ten thousand dollars in shipping fees, right?
Chen Zhao wasn't in this business, but he still knew about the prices of these black industries.
After all, Chen Zhao would occasionally buy goods from them.
Morocco had to stuff at least two thousand pills in his butt.
The match began. The two fighters in the ring were both death row convicts.
When Chen Zhao heard their information, he wanted to kill the two death row criminals.
The fight in the ring was very intense. They almost gave up on defense and used fierce attacks to hurt each other.
To be honest, Chen Zhao had probably killed more people than everyone else here combined.
However, Chen Zhao really couldn't see what was so interesting about this fist-to-flesh fight.
The surrounding convicts, including Morocco, were all roaring hysterically, as if they were influenced by the fight in the ring.
This match used the rule of one round to the end. There were no breaks in the middle.
After ten minutes of intense fighting, one of them fell to the ground, his face covered in blood.
The winner raised his hands and roared at the people around him.
Only Chen Zhao watched the match expressionlessly.
The surrounding audience also cheered in unison.
The winner looked around and suddenly saw Chen Zhao, who was facing everything coldly.
The winner pointed at Chen Zhao with his gloves and made a provocative gesture.
Everyone looked at Chen Zhao.
"What does he mean?"
"Boss Chen, he's challenging you."
"Oh, so I can fight in the ring?"
"Of course. Anyone is welcome to fight in the ring."
Chen Zhao walked to the bottom of the ring and jumped onto it.
The host introduced Chen Zhao cooperatively. He also told them about Chen Zhao's achievement of defeating six people this afternoon.
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