Boss Yi said that in the entire prison, only the black chief was paid.
Because the chief took over the dirtiest and most tiring work, he could integrate the lazy blacks.
In the bathroom, the chief held a notebook in his hand, recording everyone's sanitation workload.
As long as the workers are willing to endure hardships and work hard, and the hygiene standards are met, he will give them points.
Points can be exchanged for food instead of eating cassava every day.
Lazy guys don't score any points against the Chiefs.
Given that his management style was effective, Conseman didn't care about the contribution value of the charity.
"Report! Boss, the Frankenstein is here. He says he wants to lick your ass and begs you to protect him!"
The black man who reported the news said excitedly.
I heard that the chief was overjoyed. It was such a glorious scene to have a yellow vest as his subordinate!
"Good! Good! Good! This guy has been missing for over twenty days, and he finally figured it out."
The chief was fat, especially his gourd-shaped face.
Some prisoners said that when the chief first arrived he was very thin, but since becoming the leader, his status and weight have greatly increased.
"Come on, take me to see him."
The gourd-faced chief took big steps, his heart full of anticipation.
Cleaning the toilet is not an easy task, especially the toilet for death row inmates in Area A, which is simply run by a group of uncultured guys.
Zeng Mishan didn't dare to get too close because the smell was a bit strong, so he stopped far away.
With his hands behind his back, Aquaman's head was well hidden, and the black guy who reported the news just now did not notice anything unusual.
"I'm glad you figured it out."
Walking up to Zeng Mishan, the black chief was smiling, but what surprised him was that so many people around him looked at him strangely.
"Master Chief, what do I need to do to gain your protection?"
Facing the other party, Zeng Mishan greeted him curiously.
"Simple! It depends on whether you are a good boy or not. You have to be good at talking."
Untying his belt, the black leader smiled mysteriously.
"I see! I'm ready."
Zeng Mishan raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
Without saying a word, the black chief took off his shorts, revealing a handle.
"I'm sorry, Brother Neptune, I'm sorry to bother you this time!"
Zeng Mishan stuffed the head into the chief's crotch.
“Oh shit…”
Chief Hulu was so frightened that he didn't even have time to pull up his pants. He retreated quickly, tripped, and fell headfirst.
Hiss...The chief finally saw clearly at this time.
It was a bloody head, and a pair of gray eyes were staring at him.
Chief Calabash recognized the familiar face.
"Black Loach, you don't seem to like my gift!" Zeng Mishan pressed on step by step, and when he saw the other party trying to pull up his pants, he threw the head, which fell right on his handle.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
The chief was startled and slapped his head, ignoring his own embarrassment and quickly pulled up his pants.
"I heard that many people at the station want to rob Zeng. Today I will give you this opportunity."
Zeng Mishan put one hand behind his back, looked around, and made eye contact with every death row prisoner.
At the beginning, Zeng Mishan's eyes felt a little stinging, but as more and more people looked at him, his gaze became sharper.
"Frankenstein, this is my territory. Are you here to entertain me today?"
Chief Hulu stood up. He had already understood Lao Zeng's intention. He was not here to seek refuge, but to cause trouble.
Taking off his glasses, Zeng Mishan blew on them, pretending to wipe them, but actually he poured out the things hidden in the frame.
Because his method was covert, no one noticed his abnormality.
Zeng Mishan put on his glasses again and walked to one meter in front of Chief Hulu and stopped.
At this time, the black chief had rolled up his sleeves and looked fearless. He was not afraid of fighting at all.
Judging from his height and build, Zeng Mishan looked very weak.
Zeng Mishan extended his hand and said amiably, "Do we continue to be enemies, or do we shake hands and make peace?"
Chief Hulu, who was on the verge of a rage, was stunned for three seconds. He pushed Zeng Mishan's hand away with a slap and said, "What a joke! You come to my house to humiliate me, and then make peace?"
Are you kidding your father? Of course, Chief Hulu didn't agree.
But he didn't notice that when he pushed Zeng Mishan's hand away, some white powder floated in the air.
"Fuck! You really think you're such a big shot. I don't accept your apology. You must kowtow and admit your mistake."
Chief Hulu cursed loudly. He knew that there were so many people watching today. If he didn't act tough, there would definitely be trouble in the future.
Zeng Mishan held his breath and took a few steps back. White powder floated in the air. It was a drug mixed with fentanyl. Inhaling a small amount could cause respiratory failure and death.
To outsiders, Zeng Mishan was being forced to retreat step by step by the huge body of Chief Hulu.
The close-range confrontation between the two made it clear who was stronger and who was weaker.
What's going on?
Suddenly, someone noticed something was wrong and Chief Calabash began to stagger.
He shook his head, and then fell to the ground in the astonished eyes of everyone.
Zeng Mishan picked up the head of Neptune on the ground, and in full view of everyone, he smashed it against the target with a loud bang.
"Alia, Frankenstein and the Chief are fighting, what should we do?" the jailer asked, grabbing the walkie-talkie.
"Pull them apart and don't put Lao Zeng's life in danger." Danny said first.
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