This story chronicles Old Zeng, a man who loves inventing. He wakes up one day to find himself in Prison No. 79, a place teeming with villains and governed by a completely different set of rules. T...
Boss Yi once said that no one who comes here is innocent. So, the young lady in front of him is also a murderer.
Zeng Mishan was secretly shocked and felt mixed emotions. He cursed himself for having the idea of sleeping with her the first time he saw her.
Lao Zeng, Lao Zeng, can you have some shame? You even dare to sleep with a murderer, why don’t you go to heaven?
You are worthy of the Party, worthy of your wife, and worthy of your ancestors!
"It used to be!" Tachibana Hina's tone was still cold. As a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi, she knew the secrets of the Yakuza very well.
As the largest gang organization in East Asia, the Yamaguchi-gumi is just a branch of it. If you leave the organization without permission, your fate will be very tragic in the outside world.
She will be kicked out.
snort!
Suddenly, Tachibana Hina took action. She picked up a piece of clothing and threw it at Zeng Mishan.
"What are you going to do?" Zeng Mishan's vision was blocked, and he subconsciously reached out to take the clothes.
With a smile on her lips, a transparent fishing line appeared in the palm of Ju Ricai's hand. She took a step forward and jumped behind Zeng Mishan like a clever monkey.
"Damn it!" Zeng Mishan couldn't help but curse as his neck felt pain.
It turned out that a fishing line was tightly strangled around his neck. Ju Rinai pulled it hard, and the fishing line retracted, strangling Zeng Mishan so much that he started to roll his eyes.
"Lady, please spare my life!" Zeng Mishan's face flushed red. He tried to cut the fishing line with his hands, but it became tighter and tighter.
"Tell me about your origins in detail." The fishing line was three meters long, and the end of the line was held in the palm of Tachibana Hina's hand. She had put on anti-friction gloves without knowing when.
Oh my god! Zeng Mishan, ah Zeng Mishan, you are just a little brother here, and even a woman can take your life at will.
It’s over, it’s over, I can’t take advantage of the big boss’ popularity anymore, if I don’t do it well, I’ll be doomed. Zeng Mishan felt extremely regretful.
"What do you want to know?" Zeng Mishan was convinced. This prison was definitely not suitable for him.
He suddenly remembered what the skeleton said before leaving: If you encounter danger, it is best to scream louder, because I may not be able to hear you.
"Tell me what I want to know." The fishing line was pulled again, and Zeng Mishan seemed to be led by the nose of a cow, and obediently followed Ju Rinna to the corner of the wall.
The corner is away from the gate and can avoid the scrutiny of the prison guards.
"How do I know what you want to know?" Zeng Mishan was worried. He felt like his brain was failing and breathing was becoming increasingly difficult.
"Are you going to tell me or not?" Zeng Mishan stuck out his tongue painfully to breathe under the cold voice, his whole face almost turning the color of liver.
"I'll tell you, what do you want me to say?" Zeng Mishan felt that his consciousness was a little fuzzy.
At this moment, a short video clip suddenly flashed through his mind: You beat me for three days and three nights, and now you ask me whether I should tell you or not? Why don’t you ask me!
"If you don't speak up, no one can save you." The voice as cold as an ice cellar made Zeng Mishan completely speechless. What the hell am I getting into?
Never mind, I'll just say something!
"I'm Chinese, a drug maker. I was sitting at home when disaster struck. Commons kidnapped me. I don't know anything else."
With a plop!
Zeng Mishan collapsed due to insufficient food. Before he passed out, he had only one thought: I want to go home! Woo woo woo…