Wu Bin was sentenced to a full fifteen years!

After watching the entire public trial on television, Zhou Chuan and Zhou Ling both felt a sense of shared sorrow, like the fox mourning the death of its kin.

They knew Wu Bin was finished. It would be at least ten years before he was released, and no one knew how much would have changed in those ten years.

Basically, it's unlikely that Wu Bin will ever have a chance to rise again.

If it weren't for the thought that Wu Bin's father, Wu Zhengda, would return to avenge Wu Bin, giving the two siblings hope that someone would avenge them, they would both feel disheartened.

Little did they know that Wu Zhengda, deeply devastated, became a vagrant. Perhaps one day he would regain his senses and fight back, or perhaps he would live out the rest of his life in a daze.

Inside a certain prison,

Wu Bin was dressed in labor camp clothes, and his head was shaved bald.

Led by the guards, we received toiletries and then entered a cell.

As the door closed, Wu Bin felt a chill run down his spine. The thought of spending more than a decade in such a place filled him with hatred. He hated Zhou Chen for turning his life into this. If it weren't for Zhou Chen, he wouldn't be in prison.

Wu Bin hated Zhou Chen to death, and he also hated himself. He regretted why he had to pick a fight with Zhou Chen, stealing a woman from Zhou Chen, and getting into trouble with this wicked star, which led to his family's current predicament and his imprisonment.

Sun Wanying is beautiful, but how many beautiful women has he seen?

He had seen no fewer than ten foreign beauties more attractive than Sun Wanying, but unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now, and regret was useless.

His only hope now rests with his father, Wu Zhengda, who is thousands of miles away.

His father must be very anxious right now, trying to think of a solution, knowing that he is on trial.

"What crime has the newcomer committed?"

"Hey, I'm asking you a question."

The voice of his fellow inmate sitting on the bed brought Wu Bin back to his senses.

Wu Bin glanced at these people, a hint of disdain and contempt flashing in his eyes, but he ignored them completely and went straight to the empty bed not far away.

These are pieces of trash; he doesn't deserve to bother with them.

A group of lowly people

He is a foreigner, a foreign citizen, a genuine immigrant, and therefore superior to others.

Wu Bin believes that his father, Wu Zheng, is currently lobbying and using his connections to help him return to China.

This country has no right to judge him or imprison him.

He only needs to wait patiently; the dawn of freedom will surely appear.

Just as Wu Bin put down the basin in his hand and was about to climb into bed,

Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder.

"Get out of my way!"

Wu Bin angrily shook him off.

But the next second,

With a shout of "Fuck you!", Wu Bin's head buzzed as he was punched to the ground, his head spinning.

"Trying to show off to me, you dog, who the hell do you think you are?"

"I'll teach you to pretend!"

"grass!"

A barrage of punches and kicks came crashing down on Wu Bin, who instinctively covered his head.

Not long after,

Wu Bin's body was covered in bruises.

"What did you do to get here? Tell me!"

"kill!"

"Damn, someone like you dares to kill someone?"

Seeing that the person in front of him was about to attack, Wu Bin, adhering to the principle of not fighting a losing battle, had no choice but to explain that it was a case of hiring someone to kill.

"I've already told you what you wanted to know, so can you stop hitting me now?"

“I am a foreigner with foreign citizenship. It is illegal for you to hit me.”

"My country will hold you accountable."

Wu Bin was genuinely terrified by the fierce-looking man in front of him, and at the same time brought up his immigrant status.

"Hey, what the hell? You immigrated? You're betraying your country, aren't you?"

Snap!

A large slap landed on Wu Bin's face. His male cellmate slapped him once, but not satisfied, he kicked him twice more, cursing and swearing about hating traitors.

"Alright, stop hitting."

At that moment, a gaunt man walked over and stopped the beating.

Sure enough, his immigration status proved useful.

See? Someone got scared and came out to stop it.

Wu Bin raised his head, looked at the gaunt man, and said, "I'll remember your help today. When I get out of here, I can take you abroad and make you a foreigner. As long as you make sure that no one here dares to touch me, I promise I'll keep my word."

Wu Bin knew that this person was the one who called the shots here. He didn't believe that the other party would be unmoved by his offer of such benefits, which was something many people dreamed of: immigrating abroad.

"Help him up."

Upon hearing this, Wu Bin was overjoyed. Sure enough, he knew no one could resist his offer.

However, Wu Bin did not notice the cold smile in the eyes of the other man standing next to the skinny boy.

"Don't worry, I will definitely keep my promise. My dad is an agent for large foreign corporations and has extremely strong connections..."

Wu Bin patted the skinny man on the shoulder, completely unaware that his action caused many people present to frown.

The gaunt man chuckled, dusted off his clothes on his shoulder, and said casually, "You're very good, just my type. I haven't tasted the flavor of immigration yet."

Wu Bin: "???"

Wu Bin didn't understand.

However, he soon realized that with a single movement and a glance from the gaunt man, Wu Bin found himself being pressed down on both sides of his shoulders and dragged to a corner of the room.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Wu Bin was a little flustered.

What does it mean to unbuckle his belt?

Wu Bin suddenly thought of something.

The gaunt man, licking his lips with a smirk, approached. Wu Bin immediately recognized the man's predilection; fear flashed in his eyes as he pleaded, "No, you can't do this! Let me go..."

...

Half an hour later,

Wu Bin leaned against the wall, tears of humiliation still glistening in the corners of his eyes.

He hated the skinny man to the core, but dared not retaliate, and could only rage helplessly in his heart.

The gaunt man, looking quite satisfied, hummed a little tune as he returned to bed.

Looking at Wu Bin, who shared the same plight as him, Zhao Kun felt no sympathy, but rather a sense of satisfaction. He wanted others to experience what he had gone through, and most importantly, a new person had finally piqued the interest of the skinny man.

This means that he doesn't have to suffer every now and then.

This unfortunate fellow will replace him and become the new favorite of the skinny man.

He will be liberated.

Secondly, he will soon be released from prison, gain his freedom, and leave this place forever.

It's truly a double celebration!

"From now on, you don't need to hold my pocket anymore. Just talk to him and make me behave."

"Is it possible?"

The gaunt man suddenly spoke to Zhao Kun.

"able!"

Zhao Kun nodded quickly.

The skinny man smiled contentedly, then whistled and went back to bed.

...