"New here, where are you from?"
The person who asked the question was the only yellow person among the nine people, and he spoke fluent Chinese.
He has a wavy hairstyle with a 3:7 part, very similar to the Young and Dangerous actor Chen Haonan's hairstyle.
The only difference was their age and hair color. He was about forty years old, and his hair was already silver-gray.
Another thing that surprised Zeng Mishan was that this person had severe wrinkles on his forehead, the kind that could cause a mosquito to sprain its ankle.
Also, his eyes were sinister, and one could tell at first glance that he was an unfriendly person.
"Luo Heqi, what are you doing?" The jailer stepped forward with a baton and stopped the person who spoke from approaching Zeng Mishan.
"Sir, ask about the new arrival. It will be over in two minutes." After the person spoke, he stuffed a hundred-dollar bill into the hands of the jailer in charge.
"Hurry up!"
The jailer took the benefit skillfully, grinned, and walked away briskly.
It was clearly time for dinner, but Zeng Mishan found that the nine people were not in a hurry at all. They surrounded him as if they were exploring a new continent.
"New here, where are you from?" Luo Heqi couldn't figure out Zeng Mishan's background and asked again.
Oh shit, it turns out I heard it right, I met a fellow Chinese again, so excited!
Zeng Mishan's expression was moved, and he suddenly wanted to make a joke: I work in Qiangsheng Group and hang out with Gao Qiqiang.
The words came to his lips, and he said hastily: "I am not a gangster, no, no, I am not a gangster."
After he finished speaking, his face flushed and he looked a little embarrassed. He was so anxious that he almost didn't explain clearly.
Not from the underworld? Luo Heqi frowned and gave him a strange look, his eyes clearly filled with disbelief.
The other eight people looked at Zeng Mishan again. He looked middle-aged, with short and neat hair. Most people have three thousand hairs of worry, but he only has fifteen thousand.
Behind the glasses are narrow eyes that flash with wisdom, as if they can see through the ways of the world.
His face was flushed and full of energy, and a smile appeared on his dark red face from time to time. There were fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, which added a bit of mature handsomeness to him.
"Newcomer, how many people have you killed?" Luo Heqi asked again.
Murder? Who did I kill? Zeng Mishan was puzzled, feeling like he had entered the wrong communication channel.
He shook his head, a dumbfounded look on his face as he said, "I don't understand what you're saying. I didn't kill anyone. I was wrongly accused."
Unjustly accused? The nine of them collectively looked at him with disdain. Having fallen to this point, what was there to be ashamed of?
Who the hell is innocent here?! The nine of them exchanged glances and gave him the middle finger in unison.
"Fuck... this guy is so dishonest. Where did Commons get this guy?"
The most handsome white boy among the nine was puzzled. He felt that Zeng Mishan's answer was a complete waste of their time.
The white boy has delicate features that look like they were sculpted, and his wild short brown-gold hair and flawless face make him both wild and charming.
This was a walking hormone. Zeng Mishan thought he had seen many young and handsome guys, and he still gave this person a high evaluation in his heart.
"Let's go and check out the rankings." As if they had thought of something at the same time, the nine people said in unison.
After saying that, the nine people disappeared at the same time and walked quickly towards the end of the corridor. Zeng Mishan was left behind with a confused look on his face.
Oh my god, what does that mean? You just left me in one sentence, are you kidding me?
And what's the ranking list? No, I have to catch up and see.
Zeng Mishan, who was in the process of exploration, was eager to know everything.
The group walked hurriedly through the gate at the end of the corridor in Area B and arrived at Area A.
As you step into Area A, you are overwhelmed by noisy sounds.
On the left and right sides were three-story cage rooms with a wide aisle in the middle.
As mealtime arrived, the cell doors opened one by one, and the prisoners in blue vests went to the cafeteria while playing.
Zeng Mishan roughly estimated the number of people, there were about 300 people, most of them were between 20 and 30 years old, with strong build, and all of them looked like strong men.
Among them, white people are the largest, followed by black people, and yellow people only account for 10%.
Ninety-nine percent of these prisoners have tattoos.
After taking a look at the cells in Area A, Zeng Mishan paused and thought that this was too shabby.
A single room of 45 square meters, housing two people.
The internal structure is just bunk beds, a toilet and a washbasin. The living conditions are extremely poor!
Zeng Mishan couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for these blue-vest prisoners.
He still hasn't figured out the current situation and thinks these prisoners are kidnapped hostages just like him.
"Shut up, everyone, and be quiet!" The fully armed prison guards shouted while maintaining order.
The prison guards dressed as Type 20 special police occupied the high ground, and the sounds of assault rifles being loaded could be heard one after another.
Shit, are they serious? Zeng Mishan was terrified and almost wanted to give up lunch and go back.
I feel like I'm at risk of dying at any time while eating.
Seeing the prisoners playing around, they suddenly quieted down. This scene made Zeng Mishan's eyelids twitch, and he felt like he was in a prisoner camp and his life was in danger.
Compared to Area B, the prison guards in Area A are armed to the teeth. It's incredible, absolutely incredible.
Something seems to be wrong! Zeng Mishan began to recall:
Prison codes of conduct define blue vests as ordinary suspects, and the standards of custody for these ordinary prisoners are becoming increasingly outrageous.
Then think about how the yellow vests were treated. There were only two prison guards armed with electric batons, who were more like security guards maintaining law and order.
Was this a mistake? Or was I too far away from the truth? I had to find out what was going on as soon as possible, Zeng Mishan thought to himself.
"Look, the rankings have indeed changed!"
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