People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

The remaining prisoners then began to eat one after another.

Food delivered from outside tends to be oilier and tastes much better.

To appear sociable, Ding Ze hadn't eaten much lunch. He was indeed hungry, so he ate quickly, finishing his dinner in no time. He wiped his mouth and looked outside.

It's a matter of fact.

The scene inside those prison cells outside was truly fascinating.

Especially the sight of the more timid prisoners eating while praying they wouldn't be poisoned...

Very interesting.

Ding Ze watched for a while with a smile, then, having had his fill, he quickly climbed up to the top bunk to rest.

The five poisonous insects are still recovering and will not be able to move again until after midnight.

Ding Ze sensed it briefly, then ignored it.

For the time being, at least for tomorrow, he doesn't plan to send out the Five Poison Gu worms to release anyone... unless his life is threatened.

He believed that if another prisoner were poisoned tonight or tomorrow...

Ha ha.

Comrade Pope, I reckon he'll most likely resort to extreme measures!

That's not good news.

and so.

The five poisonous insects are temporarily on holiday.

We need to rely on other methods to release animals.

What method?

Ding Ze had already thought of this during the day.

Black vs. White!

**********

Although the poisoning deaths of three prisoners cast an eerie shadow over the entire A-sector prison.

However, according to Ding Ze's observation, those black and white lunatics would undoubtedly still have a big fight, and wouldn't stop until they had stabbed several people to death...

Then.

He took advantage of the chaos to release more prisoners at once and acquire more skills...

Putting aside reason and logic, there's nothing wrong with it, right?

'Anyway, those guys are all warmongering lunatics...'

'If you die, you die...'

'There's no need to feel guilty...'

Lying in bed.

Ding Ze silently recited, raised his hands, and watched silently.

If it were before he transmigrated, and he personally intervened to save a few people... just thinking about it made him feel like he needed to see a psychologist.

But now, probably because he has acquired Wing Chun, when he thinks about this kind of thing... although he can't say that he has no emotional reaction at all, it's just... not so exaggerated.

Martial arts are a killing technique.

"Possessing a sharp weapon, does the desire to kill arise spontaneously?"

'Am I affected by this skill?'

"Or is it that after doing it once, twice, and three times, you really gradually get used to it?"

Ding Ze couldn't help but ponder this question.

unconsciously.

Dinner time is over.

No prisoners got into trouble.

Pope breathed a long sigh of relief, and waited for almost half an hour before leaving, seeing that nothing had happened.

Sarah is the same.

Watching Sarah's figure disappear completely, Michael, standing behind the cell door, hesitated for a moment, then turned and spoke to Ding Ze.

"Mr. Ding, would you be interested in working for PI?"

Chapter 12 PI, Michael's Plans

“PI?” Ding Ze asked, pretending not to understand.

“A prison factory,” Michael replied, “I might be able to get both of us involved.”

"What are the benefits of joining?"

"In contrast, there will be more time for activities, and I won't have to stay here all the time like I do now. Plus, I'll get a salary."

"how much is it?"

"Fifteen cents an hour."

Ding Ze laughed, "The wages in sweatshops are much higher than this, but oh well, it's good to have more opportunities to work. I'm interested."

In reply, before Michael could say anything, Ding Ze asked, "What price do I have to pay for helping me?"

Michael smiled faintly, "For now, we don't need to pay anything."

"Okay," Ding Ze replied, without saying anything more, nor was there any need to say more.

This conversation has now ended;

Time passes quickly.

The A-section prison enjoyed a peaceful night.

Morning, outdoor exercise time.

The deaths of Big and his two companions seemed to have become a thing of the past, and their impact seemed to have vanished into thin air. The prisoners in Area A went to the playground as usual and began their activities.

However, it is very obvious that anyone with eyesight and a brain can see it.

The atmosphere on the playground was much more somber today.

Those black and white lunatics were clearly restless, behaving as if they were about to start a war.

Michael went off alone as usual, heading towards Westmoreland.

Abruzzi then walked back toward the phone booth.

telephone booth.

Abruzzi dialed one of his men outside and got straight to the point, "Have you found out?"

"I found out, but this Ding Ze doesn't seem as formidable as you described."

"How so?" Abruzzi asked.

"Ding Ze, 28 years old, born in New York, lived in New York for a long time, moved to Chicago two years ago, was unemployed, had no criminal record until two months ago, not even a speeding ticket... Two months ago, in a fight between two groups of street thugs, he accidentally killed five people, was arrested, sentenced, and sent to Fox River State Penitentiary... This kind of person doesn't seem like the person you described at all."

Abruzzi was also puzzled.

Chicago is his territory. Logically speaking, if Ding Ze has been active in Chicago for the past two years and has gained a certain status, he should have heard of him to some extent.

But he didn't.

So, how did Ding Ze, who is just an ordinary hoodlum, manage to be so decisive and composed yesterday?

wrong!

That kind of boldness and composure is something an ordinary thug could never possess.

Abruzzi's thoughts raced.

The subordinate on the other end of the phone, not hearing anything, asked, "John?"

Upon hearing this, Abruzzi paused his thoughts. "The Ding Ze you described and the Ding Ze I've been in contact with are almost two different people. Investigate in more detail!"

"And what about his family?" Abruzzi asked.

“He has no family left. His parents died in a car accident a year ago. He was never married and has no wife or children. His other relatives are probably all in China. At least I haven’t been able to find any of his relatives here.”

Without family, it's tough!

Abruzzi had a bit of a headache. "Then, what about his girlfriend? Surely he'll have one or two people he cares about."

"For now, it seems not... I'll continue investigating."

"Okay, as soon as possible!"

The phone hangs up.

Abruzzi turned to leave, then froze when he saw Ding Ze standing not far away, smiling at him.