The districts are all non-felons legal persons. Generally less than 14 years old. There are bandits here. There are robbers. There are those who commit adultery. There are no murderers. Those murderers who are waiting to be shot and more than twenty years. or life imprisonment is in Zone B.

Zone A and Zone B are not connected. Only when they are working at the same time. They will meet on the construction site.

A lot of people know about it. In prison at home. Most will be bullied. It doesn't matter how awesome you are out there. But. to prison. You have to listen to others. Otherwise. You're going to have to be bullied to death by the people inside.

When the artillery first entered the cell. It's a new prisoner. The prisoners are very vocal about their voices. So. See the artillery come in. A bunch of people have bad intentions.

And. Every time you eat. The artillery eats better than others. This makes everyone else jealous. Thinking to myself. Why does this kid eat better than himself? Why should others eat big pot rice. And he eats the stove himself.

In fact. It's time to come. Liu Changkui told the prison warden here. This artillery is his friend. To focus on taking care of the same. The reason why Liu Changkui is like this. It's completely for Ye Shaofeng's face. He knows. Ye Shaofeng treats his friends very righteously. I can't see my friends shut up.

Liu Changkui has always admired Ye Shaofeng. So. He will definitely help Ye Shaofeng get rid of this relationship. Although the people in the prison are not under the control of the provincial committee. But Liu Changkui, a cadre who rose to the deputy department level at a young age, does have great potential. The warden usually doesn't have time to stammer. So. Liu Changkui opened his mouth. Naturally, the warden will focus on artillery.

And. When the artillery came in. There is also 10,000 yuan that Ye Shaofeng gave him. I didn't spend it once when I was in the detention center. This time in prison. Give all the money to the captain of the prison guard team in District A. It's okay to say it's a bribe. It's okay to say it's a stammer. The money was given out. The other party also suffered. Nature. Will also take care of him.

After all. Artillery is also not a felon. And there are a lot of people I know outside. Ten years later. It's out. I don't know if this kid will still be on fire. Now if it's not good for him. What if this kid goes out to get revenge in the future?

The prison guards are good at artillery. But. Those annoying ones in the trumpet. It's not very friendly. When the artillery just went. A bunch of people are eyeing him.

Again. Eat dinner. The artillery's meal has just been served. It's a big bowl of white rice. There's even two pieces of braised pork and some greens inside. Not only that. There is also a bowl of egg soup next to it.

This kind of rice. Looks from prison. That's a delicacy. Prisoners who haven't eaten meat in a long time. are starting to eye.

They ate in a large cafeteria. A canteen. It can accommodate up to 500 people. Large rectangular table. Everyone will be sitting side by side. The prison guard above spoke. Said: Eat.

The people below will start eating. It's about the same as in the barracks. But. They eat. It's much worse than what the soldiers eat.

Next to the artillery. Sitting on the same number or nearby people are all seated. These guys have long had ideas about artillery. Today. I'm ready to attack him.

"Artillery. You're a good meat. Give me a taste." Talking. The kid next to him stretched out his chopsticks and was about to take the meat away. Artillery is a grumpy. This kind of thing. It's obvious that he's bullying him. He's definitely not going to take that away. The cannon grabbed the opponent's chopsticks and threw them to the ground. said, "Get out."

The kid who threw the chopsticks wasn't good either. They're looking for an opportunity to pack up their artillery. This just became an introduction. The boy picked up the bowl of egg soup next to him and broke it in the face of the artillery. Scolded: "Fuck, you, Mom. Fuck, dare to pretend to be in this place."

The artillery hurts it. Hands like hooks. He went up to the boy's neck. Scolded: "Fuck, you, fuck."

Several of the prisoners around him also quickly stood up. Surrounding the artillery is a punch and kick. They fight again though. But it's talking." Stop it. Stop fighting." From a distance. A bunch of people are in a mess. It seems to be a fight. In fact, they are all secretly working on the artillery.

The artillery was able to cope with it at first. But more and more people are coming. More than two dozen people surrounded themselves and fought. Even. Some people are holding chopsticks. Punch yourself in the waist. Although it will not puncture the skin. But it hurts enough.

Soon. The artillery was beaten to the ground by more than two dozen people. When he's trying to stand up. I can't stand up anymore. A pair of big feet kicked up at him. He only had to be beaten with his head in his hands.

Many of the prisoners are already surprised. This type of fight is common here. A bunch of newcomers came to each of them. You don't submit to the management of the old prisoners. You're going to get beaten for sure. And. It's not a matter of beating up and walking away. Beat you up every day. Beat you up day and night. Anyway, the prisoner is idle when he is idle. That beats you up as fun. Until they convince you.

A gang of prison guards ran up. Shout at them to stop. At this time. A bunch of people stopped. Some of the prisoners even pretended to lift the artillery from the ground. said: "Why did you fall down so accidentally. It's all right."

Artillery's face is bruised. It was swollen in many parts of his body. Even the ligaments around the ankle were pulled up. It hurts a lot right now.

The prison guards are not surprised by this kind of thing. To them originally. If you can do less, you will do less. Don't ask much else. Just said: "If you want to eat, eat honestly. If you don't want to eat, come with us."

"Eat. Dine. Let's eat." A group of prisoners said with a hippie smile.

"If you want to eat, you can fucking eat honestly. In trouble. Don't blame us for not being emotional." I said a few words ruthlessly. The guards were gone.

The artillery returned to its seat. The meals are all gone. I simply didn't eat it. Stand up. Walk back to the number and go to sleep.

The artillery felt uncomfortable. I felt the urge to cry. It's grown so big. I've never cried. And first. I want to cry. Before. He was kept in a detention center. I've never been bullied like this. The first time I went to prison. I was beaten by these people. And. That's 10 years. It's going to be here for ten years. It's better to die sooner. Didn't that Qingzhu gang come to kill him? Hurry up. Let him die quickly.

Now the artillery feels like a . Survival can't. The sorrow of not being able to die......