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

What a load of rubbish!

On the one hand, almost all the prisoners here are bad people, so releasing them is fine and there's not much of a problem.

On the other hand, in the still unclear future he envisioned, taking matters into his own hands was bound to happen sooner or later... After all, in America, a land that could be described as full of villains, he had no intention of living a peaceful and ordinary life.

'Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it!'

'What the hell are you thinking!'

Ding Ze gritted his teeth and recited.

This is the end.

The plan to keep a low profile after transmigrating has changed a few days later.

Life is like that; it is never fixed and is always changing.

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While Ding Ze was lost in thought, he was mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do.

Michael was sitting in a bleacher's stand, quietly wiggling the long screw under his butt.

As they twisted and turned, just as they were about to unscrew it...

Bagwell and his gang came over.

Michael saw this and, gritting his teeth, sped up, wanting to get rid of Screws before Bagwell and his gang arrived.

Unfortunately.

Didn't make it.

Michael had just unscrewed the screw and hadn't even had a chance to hide it when Bagwell and his gang arrived.

Furthermore, Bagwell spotted the screw in Michael's hand at a glance, licked his lips, and smiled knowingly, "Little beauty, I thought I made myself clear last time that you can't stay here if you don't join us."

"And here you are again, wanting to take that thing away again."

"What do you want to do? You don't think you're Black and want to get back at us, do you?"

Michael remained silent.

Bagwell chuckled sinisterly and pulled out his left pocket. "Little beauty, how about it? Hold onto my pocket and become mine, and I won't hold it against you. Besides, that thing in your hand is yours too."

Michael turned to look at Bagwell and this time said, "Don't dream about it."

Bagwell stopped laughing and held out his hand. "Since that's the case, hand over the stuff. Don't force me to take action, or your face won't be so beautiful anymore."

Things got out of control again.

Michael's face darkened considerably. After a few seconds of silence, he suppressed his annoyance and displeasure, did not resist, obediently got up, handed over the long screw in his hand, and stared at Bagwell with a dark expression.

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See here.

Ding Ze couldn't help but think of what happened later in the original drama.

These two guys have been entangled for so many years.

That's quite interesting.

Follow.

He then indulged in a wild fantasy: what if Comrade Michael were to grab Bagwell's trouser pocket...

Haha.

That scene must have been quite interesting.

Not long after.

Michael walked away unharmed after being reprimanded by the prison guards.

what is interesting is.

Ding Ze noticed that Michael was walking straight towards him.

Of course, there's no need to guess why Michael came to him.

Michael quickly reached Ding Ze's side and squatted down.

"Did you see what just happened?" Michael asked in a low voice, his face grim.

Ding Ze smiled, then suddenly had an idea and nodded, "I saw it."

“I need that screw, otherwise I can’t get the first step done,” Michael said. “How do I get it back? Do you have any suggestions?”

"That's easy. Just have a good talk with him, and that should be enough."

Michael was speechless for a moment. "I'm serious."

“Me too,” Ding Ze said with a smile. “You’re a genius. Don’t you have a great opportunity to take advantage of and talk to him?”

"What's going on?" Michael didn't react.

"Among those three prisoners who were poisoned, wasn't the first one one of Bagwell's men?" Ding Ze hinted.

As a true genius, Michael understood immediately and was taken aback. "You want me to pretend to be the one who poisoned me?"

Ding Ze nodded decisively, "You're so smart, think about it yourself, is this method feasible? No matter how arrogant Bagwell is, he must be afraid of dying, right?"

"Give him a subtle hint, and intimidate him a little. As for whether it will succeed, the key is how well you can act it out."

"Think about it."

Michael did consider it, and he certainly didn't expect anything that might be hidden behind the suggestion.

Even geniuses have limitations.

Ding Ze saw this and smiled to himself.

Chapter 15 You've taken the wrong path, kid! (Seeking recommendation tickets and monthly tickets)

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The reason for giving this suggestion was partly to help Michael out, but more importantly, it was just for fun.

How amusing that Bagwell believed Michael was the ruthless man who had secretly poisoned three prisoners.

"Thank you," Michael said after a moment of silence, then stood up.

"You're welcome. Feel free to come to me anytime if you encounter any difficulties," Ding Ze said with a smile.

Michael didn't say anything more and walked straight away towards Bagwell's group.

Naturally, Ding Ze was free, so he turned around and watched the show from afar, while also being genuinely curious whether this tactic would work.

After all, Bagwell is actually quite clever.

Michael quickly walked up to Bagwell and his group, but didn't get too close. He stopped and said, "T-Bag, can we talk alone?"

Bagwell, sitting in the stands, chuckled. "Newcomer, I find you really interesting."

With a smile, Bagwell stood up without hesitation and walked toward Michael.

Michael noticed this, glanced at Bagwell's men in the stands, and then took a few steps to the side.

Bagwell followed up, “Come on, say it. I hope what you’re about to say is really important. Otherwise, you’re definitely not going to have an easy time.”

Michael nodded, his face serious. "I'm talking about your life. Do you think that's important?"

Bagwell stopped laughing, his eyes instantly turning fierce. He raised a hand and picked at his ear. "There must be something wrong with my ears. Are you saying you're going to kill me?"

Michael shook his head decisively, "No, it wasn't me. Have you seen my roommate, that Chinese guy?"

Bagwell remained silent.

Michael continued, then asked, "Have you heard of the various mysterious methods used by the Chinese?"

Bagwell remained silent.

“That screw is what he wanted. I just went over and told him I didn’t get it and that you took it. He asked me to tell you to give it back to me,” Michael continued. “Otherwise, after Big, Bowman, and Quinn, you’ll be the fourth one.”

As soon as these words came out.

hum.

Bagwell's eyes suddenly became even more ferocious, and at the same time, an inevitable hint of panic appeared.

next second.

Bagwell instinctively wanted to confirm, "Newbie, are you telling me that it was Ding Ze who killed Big and the other two?"

“I didn’t say anything,” Michael denied without batting an eye, and then, without giving Bagwell a chance to say anything more, immediately asked, “So? Give me back that screw.”

Bagwell rolled his eyes and glanced at Ding Ze.

Ding Ze was indeed looking this way.

They do seem to be paying attention to the situation here.

Then.

Is it really Ding Ze?