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

They held on until noon the next day.

Ding Ze was hungry and regretted not thinking to ask Louis for some food yesterday.

'A serious mistake!!!'

People are iron rice and steel, and if they don't eat a meal, they will be very hungry.

Ding Ze became increasingly irritable with hunger, and he longed for the life before he transmigrated, when he could order takeout.

'This lousy prison is better off gone!'

Ding Ze sighed helplessly and muttered in frustration.

Just at this time.

The gate to Sector A prison suddenly opened, and prison guard Roy walked in and began his leisurely inspection.

Roy had only taken a few steps.

A white prisoner in one of the cells on the first floor waved to Roy.

Roy saw it, walked straight over, and went to the cell door of the white prisoner.

Subsequently.

The white prisoner secretly slipped Roy a few bills. Roy took the money, then pulled out a few bags of cookies from his pocket and handed them over.

Neither of them said a word, and the transaction was completed.

"Damn, they even have this trick up their sleeve?" Ding Ze looked at it closely and was genuinely surprised. Unfortunately, he didn't have any cash on him, so he whispered to Michael, "Do you have any money on you?"

He remembered that Michael had money on him, although he didn't know how Michael got it in.

Michael was lying in bed deep in thought when he heard this. He looked at Ding Ze and asked, "What are you going to do?"

“That prison guard Roy is selling food, I’m hungry.”

Michael paused for a moment, then said, “I have a little, but I’m afraid I can’t use it to buy food. I need to save it to buy tools… Getting out is more important.”

“That’s true,” Ding Ze said helplessly.

What can we do? We can't just rob Michael.

and so.

How can I fill my stomach?

If we release another prisoner and kill Roy, maybe Pope will lift the solitary confinement?

Doing this will definitely get Roy killed, no doubt about it. As for lifting the confinement... the chances are slim.

Ding Ze thought and thought.

I don't know how long I've been thinking about it.

Suddenly, Roy walked over and arrived at the door of cell number 40.

Ding Ze was leaning against the cell door, racking his brains, when he suddenly saw Roy and was a little stunned.

Roy casually pulled several bags of bread and biscuits from his pocket, handed them to Ding Ze, and said in a very low voice, "A treat from Louis."

Ding Ze: "??????"

Hey.

Comrade Louis, I never knew you were so clever.

Ding Ze was secretly pleased and quickly took the things, saying, "Thanks."

Roy didn't respond, and continued making money.

From Ding Ze's position, he could only vaguely see a small part of the cell where Louis was located. Even if Louis was standing behind the cell door, he could only see Louis's calves.

Therefore, after glancing at him, Ding Ze realized that it would be inappropriate to directly express his gratitude. Not only would it be ostentatious, but it might also offend Roy, who was obsessed with making money. So he looked away, thinking that he would thank him in person later, and turned to walk towards Michael.

Ding Ze divided the food in two, giving half to Michael, and immediately started eating.

Michael had been puzzled ever since he saw Roy's actions and heard his words. Now he couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Ding, are you very familiar with Louis?"

Almost at the same time.

In Louis's prison.

"Louis, why?" Louis's roommate stared at Ding Ze's cell, utterly bewildered.

Chapter 20 I'm leaving!

Louis was helpless.

why?

Because that guy Ding Ze can not only poison people without them noticing, but he also indiscriminately kills anyone...

Who the hell can stand this?

If we don't hurry up and try our best to please Ding Ze, what if we accidentally get killed by him one day?

As for striking first and eliminating Ding Ze?

Ha ha.

Louis wanted to live, not die. "You don't understand."

roommate:"……"

In cell number 40.

Ding Ze shook his head. "Not very familiar."

This was clearly a perfunctory response, and Michael, who wasn't one to pry, didn't press the matter. He picked up a bag of bread and said, "Thanks."

Ding Ze smiled.

After finishing the bread and biscuits, his hunger lessened a bit. With nothing else to do, Ding Ze lay down on the bed and went back to sleep.

Time passes quickly.

Thanks to Louis's hospitality, Ding Ze no longer went hungry and managed to endure the end of his confinement.

This morning.

After their confinement period ended, the prisoners were led to the mess hall for breakfast.

Naturally, most of the prisoners, who had gone two days without food, ate voraciously, as if they were starving ghosts reincarnated.

Ding Ze, carrying a tray, walked over to Abruzzi's side.

Abruzzi saw this, calmly dismissed his two subordinates at the table, and then said to Ding Ze, "Please sit down."

Ding Ze sat down and, without beating around the bush, got straight to the point: "We should probably be going now. Have you prepared what I asked for?"

Abruzzi tore off a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth. By this time, he was basically convinced that Ding Ze was indeed capable of leaving this place. Therefore, his attitude towards Ding Ze changed a lot, and he replied more politely, "I'll make a call when we get to the playground. It should be ready by now."

"That's good," Ding Ze replied, and started eating, deliberately remaining silent to keep Abruchi in suspense.

Abruzzi saw a glimmer of hope for escape and immediately took the bait. He glanced at Ding Ze, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "What are the specific plans for getting out?"

Ding Ze smiled and asked, "Interested?"

Abruzzi raised an eyebrow. Ding Ze was manipulating him in this way; how could he not see that?

See it.

Very upset.

But we have to bear with it for now.

“Of course,” Abruzzi replied calmly, suppressing his displeasure.

Ding Ze didn't push his luck and gave his answer: "The plan is simple. On the day you leave, you need to get beaten up, at least badly enough to require you to spend the night in the infirmary. But remember, don't get too badly injured; absolutely not enough to impair your mobility."

As a gang leader, Abruzzi was quite shrewd. Upon hearing this, his eyes lit up, and he understood Ding Ze's meaning. Then, slightly startled, he asked, "Shall we go through the infirmary?"

Ding Ze nodded.

“What about the handcuffs? My hands and feet will be cuffed while I’m staying overnight in the infirmary,” Abruzzi asked.

"It's just a small handcuff, no problem."

Abruzzi thought for a moment, "Do you have a key?"

This is a very interesting thing.

In the original series, these prisoners seemed to have no idea that there was a skill called lock picking.

“I know how to pick locks,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

Abruzzi paused, then grinned and asked again, "We'll be guarded by prison guards, and there will be quite a few guards on duty at the infirmary at night."

"Anyone blocking the way, go into a body bag."

Abruzzi smiled and gave Ding Ze a bright smile. "Mr. Ding, you're a really interesting person."

"Thank you."

After offering a compliment, Abruzzi asked, "After we went out, were the vehicles arranged?"