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

Michael thought and thought, but couldn't figure it out.

However, although he couldn't figure out Ding Ze's background, there was one thing he understood, or rather, he saw through.

Ding Ze is definitely planning something.

There is no doubt about this.

Michael felt a little annoyed by this.

He didn't yet know what Ding Ze was planning, but he vaguely felt that it might conflict with his own plans!

We need to figure this out as soon as possible!

Michael rubbed his forehead, glanced at Ding Ze sleeping on the upper bunk, and muttered to himself.

-

Time passes quickly.

In a blink of an eye.

Lunchtime.

canteen.

Bagwell, who had secretly acquired a 'handmade' dagger that morning, finished his meal in a few bites and then stared at Michael menacingly, waiting for his chance to strike.

Bagwell's intentions were all too obvious to those who knew him well.

Ding Ze noticed it, and so did Abruzzi.

Michael, completely oblivious, was focused on consulting with Westmoreland about how to prevent the transfer to another prison.

Abruzzi glanced at Michael and Bagwell, then his gaze settled on Michael.

Regarding my life in the near future.

After having the idea of ​​killing Farzen, he spent the morning thinking a lot.

to him.

If Ding Ze could take him out soon, that would be the best outcome.

Following Ding Ze was his first choice.

But he had to be prepared for the possibility that Ding Ze might not be able to take him out in the end, and he couldn't put all his bets on Ding Ze.

Therefore, before he was able to get out, Michael, who might actually know Fibonacci's whereabouts, might still be useful...

If things don't work out with Ding Ze, he can still rely on Michael to find out Fibonacci's whereabouts, temporarily stabilize Falzen, protect his family, and ultimately, even leave with Michael...

in short.

As things stand, Michael cannot die.

After much deliberation, Abruzzi decided to ask Ding Ze to avoid ending up disappointed on both sides. He got up and walked over to Ding Ze, whispering, "Your roommate probably won't live past the afternoon. What are you planning to do?"

“Why don’t you help him?” Ding Ze took a sip of soup and replied, “He’s alive, so he can be your backup plan. Keeping him alive is still useful.”

'How does this guy know everything?' Abruzzi was taken aback and speechless: '....'

Ding Ze didn't care and didn't intend to help Michael.

Michael isn't exactly a beauty, and besides, he can't let anyone go after he takes action. It's all pure sacrifice with no return.

That's a load of crap.

“Just beat up Bagwell, don’t kill him, he’s still useful,” Ding Ze added. “Also, I have a suggestion.”

"What suggestion?" Abruzzi asked.

“I suggest you make some arrangements, seize the opportunity, and save Michael when he’s about to die, so that he owes you a life and will show you some respect… That guy has indeed been a bit disrespectful to you,” Ding Ze said with a smile, looking at Abruzzi.

These words, in a way, really struck a chord with Abruzzi.

Immediately, Abruzzi felt a sense of kinship with Ding Ze.

respect!

As a mob boss, Abruzzi really values ​​respect, and he was genuinely unhappy with Michael's attitude.

Hear this.

Abruzzi laughed. "Mr. Ding, were you really just a street thug before you came in?"

Ding Ze nodded, "But I've watched a lot of movies and TV series and learned a lot from them."

Chapter 25 I'll probably be leaving the day after tomorrow.

“I saw my roommate, he’s been talking to you a few times the other day,” Michael said casually at a dining table after asking about preventing the transfer to another prison. “Are you close to him?”

Westmoreland glanced at Michael and shook his head. "Not really. I don't know anyone here."

"So what do you guys talk about?" Michael asked again.

“He said he had amnesia and asked me about the situation here and outside,” Westmoreland replied without the slightest hesitation. “He seems to like cats, and we even talked about cats.”

Westmoreland is the notorious hijacker DB Cooper, so his mental fortitude is naturally exceptional. If he were to lie intentionally, how could Michael possibly tell?

However, although Michael couldn't see it, he felt that something was wrong with what was said.

“He did say he suddenly lost his memory, I didn’t expect it to be true,” Michael smiled faintly, then naturally changed the subject. “It’s a bit strange that a murderer like him would like cats.”

“Even murderers can like pets,” Westmoreland replied with a slight smile.

Michael knew he wouldn't get any more information, so he said a few more words, thanked him again, and then picked up his tray and left.

Bagwell, who had been watching Michael closely, did not move immediately. Only after seeing Michael walk to the tray return area and put down his tray did he get up and silently walk towards Michael with a few of his men.

The cafeteria was large, with rooms on all four sides.

Bagwell and his gang moved very quickly.

at the same time.

Abruzzi, with even more men, also began to move from the other side.

By this point, Michael was basically certain that whatever Ding Ze was planning, Westmoreland was definitely involved. Therefore, naturally, he thought of Westmoreland's money!

In his view, one of Ding Ze's purposes in persuading Westmoreland to cause trouble must have been that money!

This directly conflicts with his plan.

He was getting annoyed by this.

That money was a crucial part of his entire plan. Without it, while it wouldn't be impossible, the smooth implementation of the plan would become significantly more difficult.

'So, what bait did Ding Ze use to lure that old man in?'

Thinking to himself, Michael silently muttered to himself, completely unaware that Bagwell and his gang were already behind him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Just as Michael walked past a side door, two of Bagwell's men immediately grabbed him and shoved him hard into the room behind the door.

Bagwell followed him inside.

at this time.

Abruzzi and his gang were watching from a short distance away.

“Wait a minute,” Abruzzi said. “T-bag talks too much nonsense.”

******

in the room.

Bagwell looked at Michael, whose eyes clearly showed panic, licked his lips, pulled out the specially made dagger, and grinned sinisterly, "Little beauty, you don't think that killing my people will go unpunished, do you?"

Michael's face was grim. "I didn't kill him. A black man killed him. It has nothing to do with me."

Bagwell grinned maliciously as he moved toward Michael, saying as he went, "You think I'm an idiot? You think I'm brainless? You're trying to lie to my face?"

Michael stepped back. "I'm not lying, I definitely didn't kill him!"

“Heh, still gotta be stubborn,” Bagwell said, stroking his chin. “Perhaps I should taste you before I kill you.”

Michael retreated to a box, pressed his body against it, and with nowhere else to go, he gritted his teeth, bracing himself for a fight, and said fiercely, "If you dare to touch me, I will fight you to the death!"

"Haha, brothers, did you hear that? The little beauty is threatening me," Bagwell laughed at this and turned to laugh at the men standing behind the door.

The words had barely left his mouth.

Michael suddenly lunged forward and threw a punch, striking Bagwell on the head, causing Bagwell to flinch and nearly fall to the ground.

With one successful strike, Michael will press his advantage.

But Bagwell's men were no pushovers either. Seeing Bagwell being attacked, they immediately rushed forward in unison.

In the blink of an eye.

Michael was punched several times and knocked to the ground, clutching his head tightly without uttering a sound.

Bagwell shook his head, feeling the pain, and his killing intent surged instantly. "Good kid, don't worry, you won't die so easily! Today I'll make you beg me to kill you!"

Bagwell said through gritted teeth.