Yang Yi was not confined, but was directly released, as if nothing had happened.

It was still time to let the wind go, and the prison guards threw Yang Yi directly on the playground.

The boxing king was almost sent back to the playground with Yang Yi, but the boxing king was welcomed by his younger brothers, while Yang Yi was the only one alone.

As long as he finds an opportunity, the boxing champion can't wait to make intimidating and threatening moves to Yang Yi, as well as psychological blows.

"Boy, do you want to know how to die? You're dead! Promise you that you're dead, even though I'll go to the prison ward, but you're dead! ”

Ignoring the shouts of the boxing king, Yang Yi's chest and stomach were still very painful, so he walked to a corner where there were no people alone and found a place to sit down.

He exhaled a long breath and felt a tingling pain in his chest as he exhaled.

"Everybody here is a jerk!"

Gritting his teeth and muttering in a low voice, Yang Yi began to rub his stomach.

The cage fight is inevitable, Owen will arrange it.

Owen is very happy to see Yang Yi die, so it is easier to hide the fact that a Li Dai Tao is stiff, although the real Benjamin may be a little troublesome, but it is once and for all for Owen and the entire prison.

Yang Yi was looking at the boxing champion.

The boxing king's figure is very strong, his neck looks almost as thick as his head, and his physique still looks very large without a trace of fat on his body.

Basically, what Tyson's physique looks like, what the boxing champion is like, except for the difference in appearance, the rest of them are like carved out of a mold.

Look at Yang Yi again, although his height is not low, but he is too thin in comparison, if the boxing champion is heavyweight, then Yang Yi is lightweight.

One heavyweight class and one lightweight, the heavyweight fighter weighs more than 201 pounds, and the lightweight fighter weighs 135 pounds, which is almost 61 kilograms, which seems to be about the same, but in fact, there is a full eight levels of difference, because the heavyweight class is the highest level of the first class, and the lightweight class is the ninth class.

If this is a boxing match, this can't be fought at all, because the gap between the two fighters is too big, Yang Yi is at an absolute disadvantage, and he doesn't have to fight at all to know that he is going to lose, so no one will watch such a match.

The good thing is that this is not a game, and there are no rules, and whoever survives is the winner.

Or maybe both of them are losers, but there will never be two winners, because if you are in the cage, only one of them can come out alive.

On the whole, from all points of view, Yang Yi is determined to lose, because he can use weapons, but boxing kings can also use weapons, no one stipulates that boxing kings can only use fists, and anyone with a normal IQ will buy Yang Yi to lose.

And the gamble has indeed begun.

Buddy is the one who collects the bets, and I don't know if he is the dealer or not, but a lot of prisoners surround Buddy, scrambling to bet on Buddy, and Buddy writes it in a small book with a pen.

It was like watching other people's affairs, Yang Yi sat on the ground and watched coldly, and at this moment, Chris, who had been deliberately staying away from Yang Yi, came over, and then he sat next to Yang Yi.

took out the triangular pyramid hidden in his clothes and quietly sent it to Yang Yi's hand, and after Yang Yi hid the triangular pyramid again, he said in a low voice: "Thank you." ”

Chris said softly, "You're welcome, you owe me a favor." ”

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Yes, I owe you a personal favor, and I will pay it back if I have the opportunity." ”

Chris sighed and said, "I don't think you will have a chance to return it, although you are indeed very powerful, but, you shouldn't fight with the boxing king, you can find a chance to do it, but you are really dead, you are powerful with your brain, why would you choose to cage fight with a professional boxer?" ”

Sighing, Chris shook his head and said in a low voice: "You are about the same age as my son, I don't want to be nosy, but I see that you will really think of my son, so I don't want to see you die, but I can't help it, I can only wish you good luck." ”

Yang Yi smiled: "You can see your son after you go out, or didn't your son come to visit the prison?" ”

Chris took a deep breath and whispered, "He can't come because he's dead, he's been dead when he's twelve." ”

Yang Yi put away his smile and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

Chris shook his head and said, "No need to apologize, it's the topic I brought up." ”

Yang Yi didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything, and Chris said in a low voice after a moment of silence: "I had a good job and a happy family, but after a drunk thug drove into the yard of my house, my son died, everything was ruined for me, I shot the bastard who was driving, but I regret it now, I regret it very much, I should have killed all four people in the car!" I should have beaten them all to death! ”

Yang Yi said softly: "You killed the person who was driving, so you came here, right?" ”

Chris nodded and said softly: "Yes, of course it is, I did what an angry father should do, but I didn't finish it, I just shot the driver to death before the police arrived, because I felt that one person did what he did, and I would kill whoever drove the car, but I was wrong, I was really wrong, I went to jail, and the remaining three bastards came into my house later, and they shot and killed my wife." ”

Yang Yi clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "How can this be!" And then? What happened to those three people? ”

A helpless smile appeared on Chris's face, and then he said in a very ethereal voice: "The police caught them, but they were all minors, and then the longest of them was sentenced to ten years in prison, and the shortest one was only two years, and now they are all out of prison, and I am still here." ”

Yang Yi shook his head and said in a low voice, "Damn ......"

Chris shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course they deserve to die, but this will have to wait until I get out, sorry, I can't die, I can't extend my sentence, you're a very polite young man, it reminds me of my son, but I'm sorry, I still can't help you." ”

After finishing speaking, Chris patted Yang Yi on the shoulder and said with a smile: "All I can do is bet on you to win, two packs of cigarettes, this is the only place I can support you." ”

Yang Yi smiled: "I don't think it's support, okay, just treat it as spiritual support, tell me, how to bet, and what are the odds?" ”

Chris smiled: "Oh, you may be disappointed, because everyone will buy it to death, bet on a pack of cigarettes to start, you win, a pack of cigarettes can become twenty packs, you lose a pack of cigarettes, because the bet is cigarettes, so the odds really can't be lower." ”