Sha Lang took a deep look at Di Cheng. Suddenly, he felt that the other person's faint smile was so dazzling, like some kind of hot boiling oil suddenly poured into his chest, and a burning and tingling feeling swept through his whole body.
Where to go? Where will he go after the death row? Shalang thought of some possibility with some trembling, but... soon, reality suppressed the fantasy again, and the heat gradually cooled down.
"Dicheng, don't look down on people! If I really lose, I will definitely accept the defeat calmly, but if someone gets lucky, no one wants me to give in! Do you dare to take a gamble with me?" Sha Lang stared at Di with cold eyes.
become.
"What's the bet?" Di Cheng raised his eyes and looked at Sha Lang, but before he could say anything, he shrugged again: "I told you that I have lost interest in you and you are not qualified to be with me, so you can find someone to bet with.
, I rarely do meaningless things.”
"You..." Shalang was angry, but this time he did not continue the attack. Instead, he sneered: "In a month, no matter how much my body recovers, I will challenge you again, just you and me! If I
Fail again... this life belongs to you! Kill or scrape, it's all up to you, even if I have to live and follow you, I can accept it. But if I win, you have to kowtow to me and admit your mistake!"
After saying that, regardless of Di Cheng's attitude, he turned around and entered the house. King Kong and others glared at Wang Zhong fiercely, and then swayed back to the adobe house.
The dull drum trumpet sounded in the early morning of the next day, and the sleeping prisoners faintly woke up. They turned their eyes with complicated emotions and looked at the iron fence. The head of the iron prison family, the head of the female prison, and everyone on the death row secretly cheered up.
Walking out of the resting place, the officers and soldiers of the garrison division quickly gathered under the scolding of their respective squad leaders, and rushed towards various designated positions fully armed.
It's time for the three supervisors to gather together and hand in their tasks. Everyone knows that today's situation is different from the past. Although the sky is cloudless, there are billowing dark clouds surging in people's hearts.
"Brother Cheng, the time has come. As soon as the drum trumpet sounds, the prisoners in the three prisons will leave their respective prison areas one by one and go to the pasture to gather." Wang Zhong woke up Di Cheng, who had his eyes closed to rest, and took the yellow half of his arms.
Give the apple, half a dry steamed bun and a steamed bun to Di Cheng. "Brother Cheng, I saved this in the past two days. You can eat it and it will give you some strength."
Every time the three supervisors gather together, there will be some friction. Although it may not necessarily be a large-scale confrontation, it will definitely cause trauma to the powerful family heads, especially the new family heads, who are often provoked by all parties. He
It's not that he doubts Di Cheng's strength, but he's worried that someone might do something wrong in the melee. Whether it's for himself or sincerely, he doesn't want Di Cheng to die miserably so quickly.
"No, I'm not hungry." Di Cheng exhaled slowly, stood up and walked out.
The prisoners who had been unchained stood up one after another and walked behind Di Cheng in order, feeling somewhat nervous and fearful in their hearts.
"Let's go take a look too." In the adobe house, Shalang hesitated for a moment and then left the bed.
"Master, your injury..." King Kong and the others supported Shalang worriedly.
"It doesn't matter, I'm just taking a look around. As long as you're not close to the central area, no one will dare to come and provoke you." Sha Lang pushed away the guard who was supporting him, and forced his tone to make his steps firmer. The three prison guards gathered together in Chixiang Prison.
In the most chaotic and dangerous times, even in his heyday, he did not dare to be careless at all, let alone in his current state of serious injury.
The iron fence opened with a bang, and the soldiers stood upright and raised their pistols to the pond. The whole place was surrounded by the black hole of gun muzzle.
Di Cheng stepped out of the iron fence, and the owners of the courtyard next door walked out one after another. Yang Jing and Dahan nodded to Di Cheng and reported that they were safe.
With an innocent smile on her face, Ya Ya held the newly made blood-skin doll in her arms and walked happily forward, followed by a group of trembling prisoners. The scene was a bit funny.
You Ling and Gao Sen briefly glanced in the direction of Di Cheng, without stopping, they walked towards the red door along the route designated by the soldiers.
Di Cheng was not in a hurry to go there. His eyes swept over the heads of the other families who came out of the other courtyards, trying to judge their strength from their temperament.
"Brother Cheng, that is the head of the first iron prison compound, Zhou Shaohua. He is recognized as the number one iron prisoner. It is said that his real strength is not much worse than that of the death guard gravekeepers." Wang Zhong pointed to the southernmost compound.
The man who walked out of the courtyard showed his capable temperament in every step. His sharp-edged cheeks were like knives and axes, with extremely strong lines. His torn but clean clothes revealed his strong muscles. He was not too tall.
But it gives people an explosive sense of power.
This man is very strong, but his body shape is not exaggerated, let alone bloated, and he has a unique masculine aura of a man.
It didn't take much thinking to tell that this man was a powerful warrior, but after careful observation, Di Cheng felt a different temperament from him. As for what it was, he couldn't tell clearly.
"Brother Cheng had better not provoke Zhou Shaohua first. He is not only the first head of the Iron Supervision House, but also has several very close friends, such as Zhang Xiaoyan, the head of the Fourth House, and Ni Dongxu, the head of the Eleventh House. They are both powerful
He is a powerful character whose means are not much different from Sha Lang's, and Zhou Shaohua is also the closest person to the first district chief Liu Xuetang for a long time in the iron prison." Sensing the fighting light in Di Cheng's eyes, Wang Zhong quickly reminded him tactfully.
.Zhou Shaohua is really not that easy to mess with this week. In Wang Zhong's eyes, even the gravekeeper who is on death row does not want Di Cheng to overly provoke the head of the iron prison's first family.
"Don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion." Di Cheng moved his eyes away from Zhou Shaohua and focused on the other family heads. Wang Zhong introduced the key points. It has been five years since he came to Chixiang Prison. It can be said that
It's earlier than Shalang, and I'm relatively familiar with the conditions of each compound.
The red door has been fully opened, and various courtyards are passing by one after another. First there is Zhou Shaohua and his first courtyard, followed by the fourth courtyard, the ninth courtyard...
Di Cheng did not fight with them, but waited quietly for all the other compounds to leave, and then led the hundreds of prisoners behind him through the red gate and appeared in the huge square.
There are currently more than 5,000 prisoners in Chixiang Prison. Among them, the iron prison is the largest, accounting for more than 2,900 of them, followed by the women's prison, with more than 1,500 prisoners. The death row is the smallest, with less than 1,000 prisoners.
Every time the three supervisors gather together, all the railway supervisors are always dispatched, occupying nearly half of the grassland in darkness. However, despite the large number of people, the scene is not as noisy as expected. Firstly, they have no extra energy to waste on chatting. Secondly,
This is also a moment when the abilities of the heads of each courtyard are demonstrated. If a prisoner from any compound makes a lot of noise and is embarrassed, the head of the house may throw you into a dog cage in anger.
When Di Cheng arrived at the grassland, thousands of soldiers with guns were already surrounding him, and the high-altitude sniper and strafing platforms were even more crowded with people. Various compounds had already gathered in the areas designated by the prison. Under the guidance of the soldiers,
Next, Di Cheng also found his seat in the corner.
After standing still, Di Cheng's eyes were immediately attracted to the group of female prisoners due south. Like the male prisoners, they did not receive special treatment because they were women. Their faces were yellow, their clothes were tattered, and they looked very weak. The only difference
What's interesting is that the clothes of the female prisoners are all clean, and their long hair is simply tied back with a piece of cloth.
Di Cheng looked at the female prisoners opposite with great interest. Although the prisoners in Chixiang Prison were all extremely vicious people, regardless of whether they were male or female prisoners, many of the more than 1,500 female prisoners had similar looks.
She's pretty, has a pretty good figure, and has a different kind of temptation hidden under those tattered clothes.
It's just that although roses are beautiful, they have sharp thorns. If you want to touch these women, you need not only strength, but also status.
"Are the women's prisons also divided into courtyards?" Di Cheng asked while looking for someone who looked like a leader among the women prisoners.
"That's not true. They all have simple houses. Various forces are accumulated through fighting with each other. They are very different from the iron prisons. Today, there are eight major forces in the female prisons, and the leader of each force is called
The prison is not much different from the railway prison in terms of the rights it gives them, including good food and good housing."
While he was talking, the red iron door to the east creaked open. First, nearly a hundred soldiers filed out of it, armed with guns on guard, and then...
Amidst the sound of the iron chains colliding, a thin figure walked out slowly, his withered cheeks slowly raised, his eyes as cold as ice scanned the whole place, and a bloodthirsty smile curled up from the corner of his mouth, but it soon turned back to its original cold appearance.
"Someone is coming from the death row..."
"It's him, the gravekeeper, Diao Zun!!"
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