Yang Yi was walking towards his new cell, and everywhere he went, the prisoners cheered and shouted wildly.

"You're dead! I buy you lose, you die. ”

"Your head will be flattened!"

"I bought you to win, and if you hurt me to lose I'll pee on your corpse, bastard! You have to give me a win! ”

With all kinds of shouts, every prisoner looked very excited, but Yang Yi, his expression was very complicated.

Yang Yi sometimes seemed very excited, sometimes very dazed, but most of the time, he seemed very panicked and helpless.

Of course, the prisoners can see Yang Yi's performance, those prisoners who hope that he loses will use various words to hit him, and of course there are prisoners who hope he wins, these people will find ways to cheer Yang Yi up, but it is impossible to hear those particularly exciting words from their mouths, in addition to threats, there is only abuse, so they just change the way to hit Yang Yi.

Finally walked to the new cell, and after standing at the door of the new cell, Yang Yi's eyes lit up for the last time.

There was no one in the new cell, and it was a bunk bed, and Buddy did it, and he helped Yang Yi get everything he needed.

The door of the cell opened, Yang Yi entered, and after the iron door closed, he quickly turned around and whispered to the prison guards, "When will the boxing king come?" ”

The prison guard glanced at Yang Yi with very complicated eyes, he didn't answer Yang Yi's question, he just turned around and left.

It's getting dark, and the lights will go out at nine o'clock, and Yang Yi feels that the boxing champion will come before the lights are turned off, so he still has time, but it can't be too much.

Yang Yi threw his things onto the top bunk, and then he quickly climbed up.

Climbing to the top bunk, Yang Yi looked at the height of the bed, and then he untied his plastic hammer from his waist as quickly as he could, looked at the curved arc of the stick, and gently waved it twice to test the feel, and did not straighten the curved stick, but maintained the arc of the stick.

Pulling out the three-edged thorn from his waist and holding it tightly in his hand, Yang Yi began to look for a comfortable and convenient posture to exert force.

Holding the plastic stick in his right hand and the three-edged thorn in his left hand, Yang Yi knelt on the bed, felt it for a while, and then squatted on the bed, then sat on the bed, and finally, he chose to kneel on the bed, because only this posture allowed him to maintain the strength of the attack to the greatest extent.

Just as Yang Yi was still looking for a suitable position, he heard footsteps, and then heard the cheers of the prisoners.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his face changed from very indifferent to panicked and helpless.

The boxer stood at the door of the cell, and then he met Yang Yi's eyes through the iron bar.

The boxing king smiled at Yang Yi, and he smiled very happily.

The prison guards opened the boxer's handcuffs outside, and after waiting for the cell door to open, the boxer couldn't wait to enter the cell.

"No one is allowed to move until I leave."

After a loud warning, the prison guard looked at Yang Yi on the top bunk, and then at the boxing champion in front of him, and suddenly said loudly: "Close the door!" ”

At this time, Yang Yi suddenly shouted.

"Don't go! Take me out of here, you don't go! ”

Yang Yi shouted hoarsely, and the prison guard glanced at Yang Yi, but after a little hesitation, he turned around and left.

The prison guard left, and the boxer turned his head to look at the back of the prison guard, then he turned to look at Yang Yi, took a long breath, and then said to Yang Yi with a fierce face: "Are you scared?" ”

Yang Yi's face was vicious, but no matter how he looked at it, he was pretentious.

"Don't come, don't come! I warn you not to come over! ”

Yang Yi yelled at the boxer very fiercely, but the boxing king took a step forward with a happy smile, and then he stopped again.

The boxer reached for his lower back, and then he slowly pulled out a knife about twenty centimeters long, the back half of the knife was wrapped in cloth, and the real sharp edge was only five or six centimeters long.

Holding the knife between his two fingers, the boxer smiled and said, "I can kill you with my fists, do you know what this is for?" I'm going to use this to slowly cut you around after I can't move you, are you ready to enjoy? ”

Yang Yi gasped rapidly, and the boxer smiled: "Why don't you speak, aren't you very able to speak?" Oh, I'll cut out your tongue at the end, you'll still have a chance to speak. ”

Yang Yi was like a child hiding in the bed, he just covered his head with the quilt, he stepped back on the bed on the top bunk, until he retreated to the edge, and then he shouted hoarsely.

"Falk oil! Fack! You eggless sissy, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you! ”

The current Yang Yi is a poor worm who seized the opportunity to scold a few more words before he died, and he could only seize the time to get a little cheap in his mouth.

But the boxing champion was still enraged.

The boxing king suddenly threw the knife in his hand to the ground, and then rushed towards Yang Yi.

It was just two steps away, and the boxing king grabbed Yang Yi as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Yang Yi raised his modified hammer and smashed it into the boxing king's face.

The boxing king used to be a professional boxer, although boxing is not allowed to use legs, but the boxer's footsteps are very flexible, if standing on the flat ground, Yang Yi can not dodge a professional boxer's continuous heavy punches, nor can he limit the footsteps of a professional boxer, so he needs to have a condescending advantage, so he has to look for a cell with bunk beds.

Yang Yi's hammer smashed down, and his condescending advantage was brought into play, and the boxing king was about to reach out and pull him off the bed, so he lost his flexible footsteps.

The boxing king stretched out his left arm to block Yang Yi's hammer, and was about to grab the stick in Yang Yi's hand with a twist of his wrist, but the chili sauce wrapped in a thin layer of plastic cloth flew out smoothly under the impact of gravity.

Seeing something flying towards one's eyes and closing one's eyes is the reaction of an ordinary person, a professional fighter will never close his eyes, at most just dodge.

But the chili sauce still failed to splash into the eyes of the boxing king, because the boxing king reacted too quickly, and just tilted his head sideways and leaned back to dodge the chili sauce attack that was too small to splash area.

However, Yang Yi didn't fully expect Chili Sauce to be able to make a contribution, and when he smashed it down with a hammer, his whole body had already rushed forward and down.

The boxing king's head leaned back, Yang Yi volleyed out, and the boxing king's right hand grabbed Yang Yi's pants, but Yang Yi pounced on the boxing king's face and fell to the ground with the boxing king's heavy building.

The two fell to the ground together, but Yang Yi immediately rolled over and stood up.

The three-edged thorn was still holding on Yang Yi's left hand, but only half of it was left, and his three-edged thorn was broken.

The rest of the triangular thorns pierced the boxing king's neck, right next to the Adam's apple.

The fear and panic on Yang Yi's face disappeared completely, leaving only indifference.

The boxing king struggled to get up from the ground, and he quickly staggered to his feet, but instead of pounced on Yang Yi, he stumbled backwards.

The mouth grew up, the boxer's face was full of panic, his mouth made a ho-ho sound, his two hands clawed frantically around his neck, and then he grabbed the three-edged thorn that showed a short section, and tried hard to pull out the three-edged thorn in his neck.

When the three-edged thorn was halfway drawn, the king fell to the ground again.

The boxing king is dead, and it is impossible for him not to die with his entire neck pierced.

With a slight sigh, Yang Yi threw the half-cut three-edged thorn in his hand to the ground, he felt that his legs were a little weak, so he wanted to sit down slowly against the wall.

Finally, finally killed someone, killed a person with a homemade plastic weapon at close range, Yang Yi now felt that he was about to collapse, but he didn't feel scared at all, he just felt very tired, that's all.

In a clean way, Yang Yi killed the boxing champion who was much stronger than him.

This battle lasted a total of one second from start to finish, and the moment Yang Yi pounced forward from the bed decided the outcome.

But the real time of the fight was not the moment when Yang Yi swung the plastic hammer, but from the moment Yang Yi challenged the boxing champion in the dining room, when Yang Yi made his own weapon, after he found a way to transfer to a cell with bunk beds, which allowed him to go in first to occupy a high advantage, and when he provoked and humiliated the boxing champion again and again, it had already begun when he had just played a long role towards the boxing king.

So, when Yang Yi swung out the plastic hammer filled with chili sauce, it was not the beginning of the battle, but the end of the battle.