Below is the free time for those who need to move..."
The man's voice echoed in the prison, and then there was only a soft sound. All the cell doors opened at the same time, and many prisoners walked out of the cells one after another and lined up to walk out.
As soon as he walked out of the prison, Boss Han led more than 40 people and walked quickly towards a dark corner with a sullen face.
It was the innermost part of the floor where the reading room was located. It was facing away from the sun and was dark. Only a surveillance camera at the end of the corridor was watching. In a sense, this was the most powerful surveillance system in the entire fasting center except for the toilets.
Weak places.
At this moment, in the corner at the end of the corridor, three men were sitting there. Seeing Mr. Han coming with a group of people menacingly, his eyes narrowed slightly.
The leading man stood up slowly and spoke with a sinister expression:
"Han Jinlong, what do you want to do by bringing so many people here?"
Boss Han glanced at the three of them and said coldly: "You know what I am here for."
The leading man was stunned for a moment, turned his head slightly, and exchanged glances with the two companions behind him. All three had blank looks in their eyes.
He turned to look at Boss Han, with a cold look in his eyes, "Are you here to cause trouble?"
"Hehe..." Boss Han twisted his neck, with a ferocious look on his face, "So what if I'm looking for trouble? Do you really think that I, Boss Han, am easy to bully?"
"Han Jinlong." The leader's face changed slightly, "Do you know who we are?"
"You? Aren't you just [Believers]?" Boss Han stretched out a finger and pointed at three people respectively, "[Believers] have the twelfth seat, the sixth seat, and the fourth seat."
"You know our identities, and you still dare to mess with us? Do you know that with people like you, I can kill ten of them with just one finger outside!" the leading man, the fourth seat, said angrily.
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"I don't care what seat you are in or how high your realm is, this is not outside, this is a fasting place!" Boss Han pointed at himself and said with a sneer,
"Here, I am the boss!"
He waved his hand and said, "Beat them!"
The next moment, more than forty people behind Boss Han swarmed forward and rushed directly to the end of the narrow corridor, whereupon a chaotic and fierce battle began.
Ten minutes later.
Boss Han looked at the three [believers] lying on the ground with bruises and swollen faces in front of him, patted the dust on his hands, and spat on them.
"You dare to mess with me, I'm really tired of living... let's go!"
Behind him, there were more than forty prisoners, almost all of whom were injured, but they all glared at the three believers on the ground provocatively, and then staggered away after Boss Han.
The three believers stared at the departing figures with their eyes widened, their eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, as if they wished they could be chopped alive.
They are the first few seats of [Believers], and they can be said to be disaster-level existences outside, but in this fasting house, they are just ordinary people who can fight.
As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. When everyone can't use the Forbidden Ruins, no matter how skilled the three of them are, they can't directly defeat more than 40 prisoners with equally good skills, let alone Boss Han, who is a physical combatant.
The existence of excessive strength.
So, they were beaten...and beaten badly.
The sixth seater got up from the ground with difficulty, his eyes fixed on the direction in which Boss Han and others were leaving, and he reached out to wipe away Boss Han's saliva from his face. He was about to explode with anger.
"Damn it, I can't bear it anymore! This Han Jinlong actually dares to do this to us...I'll do it to him tonight!"
"Calm down." The fourth seat wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took a deep breath, "Although I don't know if Han Jinlong took the wrong medicine, we can't just mess up. Have you forgotten how Mr. [Babble]
Did you explain it?"
Upon hearing the word "babble", both the sixth and twelfth seats fell silent.
"Our mission has almost been completed. Since we have endured it for so many years, are we still a few days away?" The fourth seat glanced at the corridor where everyone left, with a cold murderous intent in his eyes.
"When the monument to the ruins is destroyed and the fasting center goes riot, will Han Jinlong, a little Han Jinlong, still be allowed to be ravaged by us?
When the time comes, we will let him know what it means to be unable to live and to die..."
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"Are you the new prisoner?"
As soon as he walked out of the prison, An Qingyu was stopped by a man with a ferocious scar on his face. The man looked at him with squinted eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
An Qingyu looked at him carefully for a moment and nodded, "What do you want from me?"
"You know One-Eye, right? He's the one across from your cell." Scarface went straight to the point.
"I know." An Qingyu answered truthfully.
"Did you kill him?"
"What are you talking about?" A look of confusion appeared in An Qingyu's eyes, "This is a prison, how can you kill someone?"
Scarface frowned slightly, staring closely into An Qingyu's eyes, trying to find signs of lying, but An Qingyu's eyes were too clear, like a young and ignorant boy next door.
"You really didn't kill him?" Scarface scratched his head.
"no."
"What mistake did you make to get in?"
"Steal something."
"Oh..." Scarface pondered for a moment, feeling that maybe he was really over-attended. How could such an ordinary young man kill One-Eye quietly and then wash away his corpse so skillfully...
…
"Can I go?" An Qingyu blinked.
"Oh, that's okay." Scarface nodded. Just as An Qingyu was about to leave, he seemed to have thought of something, "Wait a minute!"
An Qingyu stopped.
"Lift your head and let me take a closer look." Scarface walked up to An Qingyu and looked at An Qingyu's face carefully. After a moment, a strange light appeared in his eyes.
"He's also a top quality guy... It seems like a good idea to hand you over to Boss Han..."
An Qingyu's mouth twitched slightly.
"can I go now……"
"You can't leave." Scarface rubbed his hands, a smile appeared on his face, "Come back with me to see Boss Han. You are a good-looking boy. Although he is not as good as that sick man, he still has a different flavor.
From now on, you will be Boss Han’s."
An Qingyu was silent for a moment, "You mean... you want me to cooperate?"
The scarred face's eyes lit up, and he nodded one after another with an expression of "You understand very well?"
"Yes, just cooperate."
An Qingyu nodded, turned his head and looked around, looked at Scarface, and said harmlessly: "Before I go to cooperate, I want to go to the toilet first."
Scarface was stunned, "Go ahead, go ahead, I'll wait for you outside."
An Qingyu pondered for a moment, "How about... let's do it together?