A police officer walked up to Jiang Cheng, took out a key, and unlocked his handcuffs. He said, "As for the prison rules, the warden will let you know. Let me give you a piece of advice. Listen to Qiao Sen and Anthony."
Jiang Cheng nodded indifferently. He didn't ask who was Qiao Sen and who was Anthony, because it made no difference to him. He didn't want to cause trouble, but if someone wanted to provoke him, he would be forced to fight back.
After unlocking Jiang Cheng's handcuffs, another police officer threw the package on the bed and said to Jiang Cheng, "This is your quilt and some other necessities. It's all here. You can organize it yourself, but that's for tonight. Now, come with us. I'll introduce you to your cellmates. Haha …" He seemed to have thought of something funny and couldn't help laughing.
Then, Jiang Cheng followed the two police officers to the green field downstairs. There was already a police officer with a baton waiting for him! The police officer gathered the prisoners on the field together. The prisoners were lined up in three rows in front of him. The police officer held the baton behind his back and paced back and forth in front of the prisoners, scolding them.
The two police officers who escorted Jiang Cheng brought Jiang Cheng to the police officer. They said a few words to him and left.
The police officer with the baton walked up to Jiang Cheng. His face was serious and gloomy. He looked Jiang Cheng up and down, then said in a reprimanding tone, "You are Jiang Cheng? I heard that you killed three people outside. You are very skilled, but … "He paused for a moment." But since you're here, you have to obey orders! If you resist, "he pointed the baton at the tip of Jiang Cheng's nose," I'll teach you a lesson. "
Jiang Cheng stood where he was and looked at her indifferently, his expression calm.
The police officer frowned and looked at Jiang Cheng, then shouted, "Get back to the line! Stand at the back of the line! "He raised the baton and pointed at Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Cheng strode to the third volleyball and placed it at the back. He picked an empty spot on the side and stood there. Many of the other prisoners around him were looking at him with slanted eyes. One of them was a black man whose eyes were filled with malice. This made Jiang Cheng a little uncomfortable. He immediately glared back at that black man.
The man was surprised by Jiang Cheng's stare, but he quickly looked away.
"Let me tell you, there's a new person coming in now. If anyone dares to cause trouble, I'll put him in confinement for a week, especially if what happened last time happens again. I know very well who did it, but if that person continues to do this kind of thing, I definitely won't let him off this time. Someone has already told me his identity." The man with the baton walked back and forth in front of the prisoners. His eyes swept across the faces of the prisoners, of his words, and said in a serious and cold tone.
The police officer kept lecturing, revealing a lot of information. For example, he was the warden, Kyle, and the rules that the prisoners had to follow. He also said that they had to complete a certain amount of work every day before they could eat.
After more than ten minutes, Warden Kyle stopped and said to the crowd, "Dismissed!" After saying that, he immediately put the baton on his back and walked to the police office not far away.
After the warden walked far away, the surrounding prisoners dispersed one by one. Some went to play ball, while others went to weed. It was Jiang Cheng's first day here, so he didn't have any tasks assigned to him. So, he stood there and looked at the sky in boredom.
"Hey, kid, this is your tool. Get the grass over there cleaned up." Suddenly, someone behind Jiang Cheng said. It seemed like he was talking to Jiang Cheng. At the same time, it seemed like two things were thrown behind Jiang Cheng. One of them even hit his heel.
Jiang Cheng turned around and looked behind him in surprise. He saw three black men standing behind him. One of them was tall and burly, looking at him coldly. The other two were young men in their twenties. They were holding weeding tools in their hands and looked at the scene with laughter. It seemed like they were watching a show.
Jiang Cheng remembered the black man in the middle. He should be the one who had spoken to him just now, and this person was also the one he had glared at not long ago.
Jiang Cheng didn't look down. He looked down at his feet and saw a small hoe and a small shovel thrown on the ground. It was the shovel that had hit him just now.
"Hey, newbie, I'm talking to you! Go and shovel a piece of land over there. " The tall and burly black man shouted at Jiang Cheng with a smile, pointing at a place in the distance that was overgrown with weeds.
Jiang Cheng frowned slightly and stood still. This was obviously a task assigned to this person, but this guy actually wanted to push it to him.
"Hey, did you hear that?" The black man saw that Jiang Cheng didn't move, and his smile disappeared. He pointed at the land and said fiercely, "Hey, did you hear that?"
"That should be a task assigned to you, right? I just arrived today, and I want to walk around. I want to familiarize myself with the environment first. I'm not interested in working for you. "Jiang Cheng shook his head and said softly.
The black man suddenly became angry. He glared at Jiang Cheng fiercely and said, "Work is the best way to familiarize yourself with the environment. Hurry up and clean up the grass over there. Otherwise, you'd better be mentally prepared." He raised his right hand and pointed a thick finger at Jiang Cheng. He said in a threatening tone.
Jiang Cheng stood where he was and didn't say anything. He just looked at him coldly.
At this time, another two white men walked over. The white youth in front said with a smile, "Johnson, you're doing this again. If the warden finds out, you'll definitely be locked up this time."
The black man called Johnson looked at the white youth and roared, "Anthony, that kid committed suicide last time. Was it you who did it? It has nothing to do with me. Don't push the responsibility to me. The one who told the warden about it must be you, a bastard! "
The white youth called Anthony didn't pay attention to the road in Bridge Town? He smiled and came to Jiang Cheng's side and said, "I heard it just now. Your name is Jiang Cheng, right?! You killed three people. You're really ruthless. But this is a prison, so I suggest you listen to me. Go and clean up the grass on Johnson's land. While you're at it, give me my land. That's it! You can rest today. "He pointed to a bigger patch of grass in the distance.
Snakes and rats were a nest, and none of them were good people. Jiang Cheng frowned and looked at the two of them. After a moment of silence, he said coldly, "You guys better not mess with me. Otherwise, I'll leave my work to the two of you."
Johnson and Anthony looked at Jiang Cheng in shock. Then, the black man, Johnson, looked at Jiang Cheng angrily. His chest was heaving up and down violently. Anthony looked at Jiang Cheng in a daze. After a moment, he laughed.
Anthony smiled and turned his head to Johnson. "This newbie doesn't know the rules. Looks like we'll have to teach him a lesson. You or me?"
Jiang Cheng didn't wait for them to finish their discussion. He lightly kicked the handle of the shovel on the ground with the tip of his foot. The shovel flew up and flew in front of Jiang Cheng. Before it landed, Jiang Cheng raised his leg and kicked the shovel away.
"Bang!" The shovel landed squarely on Anthony's face. Anthony, who was whispering to the black man, was hit hard. He staggered a few steps back and almost fell to the ground.
After taking a few steps back, Anthony shook his head in disbelief. He reached out to touch his cheek and felt a burning pain. His face, which was close to the corner of his eye, seemed to have become numb except for the pain. When he realized that everything was real, Anthony's smile disappeared. He raised his head and glared at Jiang Cheng. He gritted his teeth and made a crunching sound.
Johnson, who was standing next to him, was also stunned. He didn't expect Jiang Cheng to dare to make the first move. But then he laughed gloatingly. "Hahaha … Anthony, you're too lame! Haha … "
Johnson's laughter and sarcasm made Anthony's face turn even paler. He clenched his fist and was about to attack.
But at that moment.
"Anthony, Johnson, it's you two bastards again! I'm going to lock you up for a week! " In the distance, Warden Kyle rushed over with three police officers. They were all holding batons in their hands, especially Warden Kyle. He raised the baton in front of him and pointed it in Jiang Cheng's direction.
The three people who were about to attack stopped immediately. They looked at each other coldly and waited quietly for the arrival of Warden Kyle and the other police officers.
Less than ten seconds later, Kyle, the prison warden, ran over with three police officers and roared, "Jonathon, Anthony, tell me! Who was the one who started this? Who started it first? "As he spoke, his eyes moved back and forth between Johnson and Anthony.
Anthony raised his hand and pointed at Jiang Cheng. He took the lead and said, "Warden, you should ask this newcomer. He hit me with a shovel just now. If you want to lock me up, you should ask him. Look, my cheek is swollen."
Warden Kyle looked at Anthony's cheek and found that there really was a red bruise. He snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, you better remember not to cause trouble for the newcomer. Otherwise, if something happens like last time, I'll definitely lock you up for a month." After saying that, he waved his hand and was about to leave with the three police officers. When he passed by Jiang Cheng, he said coldly to Jiang Cheng, "Newcomer, you better behave yourself. Otherwise, you'll have a taste of being locked up!"
Jiang Cheng's expression was indifferent and he didn't say anything. Although he had never been locked up abroad, there were many brothers in the Lung Hing Society and they had heard of such things. In this death row prison, Kyle was equivalent to a local tyrant. As long as no one reported him, no one would know what he did to the death row prisoners. Speaking of being locked up, it was a common punishment. Locked up in a dark, steel room, they didn't know whether it was day or night outside. Not long after, they would lose control of time, feel lonely, and feel endless fear. It was a kind of psychological damage.
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