Shadow Empire

Chapter 707 Three Days [The Egg Lover of Drawing Big Pies +2]
Prison is a place where the law of the jungle prevails, which is even crueler than the jungle. The criminals living here are extremely real.

Anyone who has been to prison will tell people outside one thing: it's not quite what people imagine.

Many people think that... serious criminals, especially murderers, should be respected in prison, but this is not actually the case.

Unless there is some big gang behind him, or he has some very impressive connections outside.

Otherwise, he is just a serious criminal and his life in prison is even worse than that of an ordinary criminal.

People will bully these serious criminals because they know that these people will not be able to get out in a short period of time, within ten or twenty years, or even longer.

They do not worry about retaliation and will use various means to provoke and humiliate serious criminals, or even beat and injure them.

This way they will be very proud -

You dare to kill people, but I dare to bully you!

This is why many people in prison are doing fitness exercises. They need to stay strong at all times and fight back bravely against all provocations.

On the contrary, members of large gangs, even if they are weak themselves, have very high status in prison.

For example, the members of the Lance family in prison, some of them also do fitness, but most of them look like they have ordinary physiques, and no one dares to mess with them.

The Lance Family is so powerful now that if someone provokes them, they will definitely have a way to make a call, and the gangs outside will know that they are being bullied and will respond.

Then the gang, family, and friends of the person who provokes them may suffer.

People like Mr. Charles are not people with a good background, they just have money.

In prison, having money is the least deterrent.

A short guy with tattoos all over his face walked up to them, and what was even more outrageous was that he reached out and grabbed Mr. Charles.

Mr. Charles, who is used to a life of luxury, has managed his body well, although as he gets older he has gradually gained some extra fat, which is simply adipose tissue.

This is much more elastic than those puppies' dry bodies!
Mr. Charles knocked the man's hand away. He was now trying to look tough. "What the hell do you want to do?"

"I am Charles from Golden Harbor City!"

This sentence made the little man stunned for a moment. He turned his head hesitantly and looked at the people who came. Those people shook their heads slightly. He then spat on the ground and turned back.

They had not heard of the name, so they had to ask around.

Mr. Charles was slightly relieved, but at the same time he was a little worried, wondering how long he could fool these people.

The time for free exercise is very free, but it is very torturous for these old men.

Mr. Charles walked to the barbed wire, looked at the prison guard who was less than half a meter away from him and said, "I want to see the warden."

The prison guards looked at him as if he were a fool. Is the warden so easy to see?
Seeing that the prison guard had no reaction, he had to add some conditions. "I'm Charles, from Jingang. I'm very powerful outside. Please help me pass a message to the warden. I'll give you one thousand dollars after you get out."

The prison guard still looked at him with contempt, "How come you are so powerful and can get in here?"

Mr. Charles pursed his lips and wanted to swear, but no words came out.

"There's always someone better than you, right?"

"Listen, you can ask around. I'm definitely not lying. It's one thousand dollars, and no one knows about the transaction between us."

"Tell the warden I want to see him!"

The prison guard hesitated and said, "You have to give me something first, otherwise I don't trust you."

Mr. Charles thought about it and immediately gave him a number. "This is my home phone number in Jingang City. When you get out, call this number and tell the person who answers the phone that the pigeon is on the ashtray. Then ask him to give you one thousand dollars."

"Look, I'm here now, and if I lie to you, I'm going to pay the price, right?"

The prison guard was skeptical. He hesitated and said, "Ten thousand yuan."

"Sure!" Mr. Charles agreed decisively. Compared with his own safety, it was only ten thousand dollars!

The prison guard was suddenly annoyed, as he felt that he was going to get less, but since he had already said it, he could only hope that this clean-looking guy really had money.

As long as we do a good job in this business, there will be no shortage of opportunities for contact in the future.

He used his baton to hit the barbed wire and steel frame twice, "I'll verify it. You better hope that phone call works!"

He straightened his police hat and left.

This relieved Mr. Charles, and if he could meet the warden, he would try to convince him.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the prison guard came back from somewhere else with an unnatural expression. He glared at Mr. Charles with dissatisfaction and said, "The warden said he doesn't want to see you. Although he won't see you, I will still call you."

Mr. Charles froze in his place. He looked at the prison guard, "Did he... say anything?"

The prison guard pursed his lips and said, "Twenty thousand."

"make a deal!"

"He said……"

"Get the hell out of my office. If you contact those people again, I'll tear your head off!"

The prison guard curled his lips, and then left without waiting for Mr. Charles to say anything.

He was not worried that the warden would really screw off his head, he just didn't want to lose this job. Being responsible for maintaining order during exercise was a lucrative job, the prisoners could contact him freely, and he could help some prisoners pass on information to the outside world.

This is a hidden benefit for prison guards. Their monthly income ranges from tens to hundreds of yuan.

Mr. Charles looked at the prison guard who was leaving, and returned to sit in their small group, cursing. The others with bad faces did not dare to talk to him.

In the evening, they were arranged to dine with others in the restaurant, whereas they had previously dined alone.

They were provoked while queuing, but they endured it and it passed.

As Mr. Charles was carrying his plate towards the table where their group was dining, someone suddenly stepped out and tripped him.

He lost his balance for a moment and fell heavily to the ground, with the food on his plate spilling all over the floor.

He turned his head and looked at the guy who was obviously looking unfriendly. As the two looked at each other, he backed off, which made the prisoners around him couldn't help laughing.

If he retreats, it means he is a coward, which means they have new fun.

Today is their last good day.

After eating, they were asked to go back to the cell to rest, but they stayed. "Your cells have been adjusted. I will have someone take you to your new cells next."

Mr. Charles couldn't help but ask, "Why do we need to adjust our cells?"

The prison guard glanced at him and said, "This is the prison's rules and regulations. They are adjusted every once in a while. Are you dissatisfied?"

Someone was so excited that he wanted to say something, but was stopped by Mr. Charles. He looked at the prison guard with an extremely ugly expression, but said nothing.

Now he gradually realized that things were quickly getting out of control.

These were all arranged by Lance.

He won't give in!

He clenched his teeth and swore to himself.

He was assigned to a room with six people. When he entered the cell carrying his quilt and other things, five pairs of eyes looked at him.

At this moment, his legs began to tremble. He swallowed his saliva. As the iron door behind him slowly closed and the footsteps of the prison guards gradually faded away, he gritted his teeth and said, "We can talk."

This was destined to be an uneasy night. In the middle of the night, someone in the prison area was covering his head and making low screams. The prison guards on duty were not surprised by these sounds.

At seven o'clock the next morning, the alarm bell rang, and Mr. Charles stood by his bed with a pale face and a crooked body.

He had to thank his age and loose muscles, otherwise there would definitely be some blood on the bed now.

These bastards have been fucking others for most of their lives, but they didn’t expect that they would be fucked by so many people this time!

Fake!

His emotions were spiraling out of control, and the prison guards checked every cell and turned a blind eye to his plight.

Soon he too was called to work, and now their job was to make cowhide magazine belts for the troops at the front.

The cowhides are already cut, and after they are delivered, they only need to sew them together according to the regulations.

Each person must make at least 500 magazine belts a day. If they can't finish them...

Mr. Charles works very hard. Although he is clumsy, at least he works hard.

In four hours in the morning, he managed to make more than eighty magazine belts. Although there was still a long way to go before completion, it was at least a good start.

Just as lunch time was approaching, a man suddenly came and put his finished magazine belt into his basket.

He was stunned for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the man, "Give me back my magazine!"

But what the other party gave him in return was a fist!
The prisoners in the material boxes in the corner, who were clearly tasked with tasks far beyond their capabilities, just stared at these things numbly.

For those who have status, they only need to do a dozen or twenty items a day as a token of their appreciation, and the rest will be distributed to people of lower status.

Some prisoners have to do more than a thousand pieces a day to complete their work.

This has never been a fair place, and there can never be fairness.

Mr. Charles, who was severely beaten, was reprimanded for "fighting" and "disrupting production" and was hit twice.

Because of his bad performance, he was not served lunch.

He had worked very hard in the afternoon, but by the time dinner started, he had not finished his share for the day.

According to regulations, he was not allowed to have dinner.

At night, when he returned to the cell, those uneasy, creepy looks made him turn pale.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to understand the pain and stubbornness in the eyes of those girls...

But in such a bad way!

But fortunately, he will be able to see a lawyer soon.

(End of this chapter)