The topic is about how Commons deals with disobedience.

Taking banned substances to compete will result in a life worse than death.

Horrific things once happened in Prison No. 79.

Commons was furious when two people were caught competing with doping.

He brought a meat grinder and crushed one of the men's arms in front of everyone.

He called a chef to make a plate of sashimi on the spot and forced another prisoner to eat it.

The onlookers were so disgusted that they recoiled, and several even vomited. It was said that the guy who ate the sashimi was deeply regretful.

The gun is pointed at your head. If you don't eat it, you will try it. If you try, you will die.

After the prisoner forced himself to eat it while suppressing his nausea, Commons had someone bring a bucket of liquid nitrogen.

Liquid nitrogen, minus 196 degrees. Have the sashimi eater put his leg in the liquid nitrogen.

The two sets of criminal laws together are called "missing arms and legs."

Commons's deputy was holding a sledgehammer, ready to smash the hard leg into pieces, and then asked the chef to make a plate of barbecue for the guy with the missing arm.

Tell everyone, this is the result of greed.

It is said that the scene was very miserable. The prisoners who ate the sashimi were crying, hysterical, and kowtowing for mercy.

Even with a bruised forehead and blood all over his face, Commons still watched coldly.

He stretched out three fingers, giving only three breaths of time to think.

one

The voice stopped, and the guy begging for mercy was frightened and fell into a dilemma. He was weighing whether a leg or a life was more worthwhile.

two

When the voice died down, the guy hurriedly stood up and began to look at the liquid nitrogen barrel, as if he was making his last struggle.

three

The sound ended, and was followed by a gunshot.

Bang!

Commons blew his head off with his own hands, cursing, "Stop wasting time! I don't have time to waste with you."

As for the guy who lost his arm, it is said that he was given to the forensic doctor for live research.

At this point, the little skeleton brother sighed and said, "Since then, contraband has become a nightmare. No one dares to mess around."

Zeng Mishan was completely baffled after hearing this, with a question mark on his face: "Brother Skeleton, what exactly do you want to say? Did I mention anything about you taking contraband?"

Huh? The little skeleton brother felt that he had wasted all his breath.

He understood physical plug-ins as contraband.

Ahhh… I really felt like I stabbed him. How could he have the nerve to look so innocent?

The old man kindly reminded him, but it turned out that I was the clown.

The more the skeleton thought about it, the angrier he became.

"Boss, I suspect he is impersonating me. Can I beat him up?" Grabbing Zeng Mishan's collar, the skeleton brother asked for his opinion.

Sure! Better beat the shit out of him.

Ask him whether he wants the coffin lid to be a flip-up lid or a sliding lid.

Ito Ren was also very angry, but fortunately he was a well-educated person and finally chose to keep his angry words to himself.

He actually had the same idea as my younger brother, but fortunately he was not the one who made a fool of himself.

Yi Danren glanced at Zeng Mishan and said in a deep voice, "This is a serious matter. Please make it clear. If you can really guarantee that he will be in the top ten, Mr. Zeng will be my friend from now on."

The eyes behind the glasses lit up. Being able to become friends with the big boss, Zeng Mishan felt like a dead tree coming back to life with spring.

Damn it, I don’t have to worry about going back to Area A for a bayonet fight anymore.

You don’t have to worry about contribution points. The donations from the big guys are enough for you.

He has been beaten by society and his edges have been smoothed out. Although I don't have an advantage in physique and age, I am a dog.

I remember that every time my son got first place in his studies, he would confidently ask me to play games.

In the end, it was always the father and son who won the game, largely because of his dog.

The son was against him at first, he liked to charge into battle and kill the enemy with a gun.

That's a real man!

It's a pity that there are so few people who can win the game of Chicken Dinner, because there are so many people who are good at shooting.

It is difficult for a disciple to surpass his teacher.

Ever since I got the job and became the sixth, my chicken dinner times have skyrocketed, but the joy of the game has diminished a bit.

The son later complained: "Dad, does my mom know you're such a bitch?"

So he beat his son, and his son cried. He thought this was what his son should endure at his age.

Zeng was imprisoned for no reason. I will definitely be the sixth in command in this prison! Looking at the two people's eager eyes, Zeng Mishan set a small goal for himself.

Knowing it was his turn to show off, Zeng Mishan whispered, "I've already been to the lab. Judging from the lab equipment inside, there's enough for me to make something good for him."

Holy shit! Isn't this still contraband?

The skeleton brother lost his patience and felt like he was being teased.

Zeng Mishan quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "It's not contraband, it's not what you think."

After a pause, seeing that the two men had calmed down, Zeng Mishan felt it necessary to educate them.

Zeng Mishan first glanced around strangely, and after confirming that no one else could hear, he said in a deep voice:

"I have a suggestion for you. It's up to you whether you adopt it or not. When you feel you can't beat your opponent during a PK, smear the stuff I gave you on your boxing gloves. The smell will confuse your opponent without them realizing it."

Damn, seriously?

The skeleton's eyes were as big as a cow's.

He began to rack his brains to guess what could make people confused just by smelling it.

"Fentanyl?" Yi Danren's voice suddenly rose. He was surprised at first, and then he was silent for a long time like a sculpture.

He knows all this?

It seems that this guy has some knowledge. What exactly is Yakuza?

I really wish I had a mobile phone so I could ask Baidu.

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