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

Westmoreland's pupils dilated, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably!

The tabby cat in my arms seemed to feel the same way and started trembling as well.

"You, you, you..." Westmoreland's eyes widened to their limit, and for a moment, he could only utter this one word repeatedly in shock.

Ding Ze sighed and, speaking frankly, admitted he was quite apologetic. "I'm sorry, as I just said, I'm not a good person."

"However, once you calm down, you should be able to figure it out."

"This is the best solution for you."

“Your daughter doesn’t need that much money. That much money will only make her life difficult for the last three months.”

"And I... in a way, am giving you more opportunities to see your daughter."

Done.

Ding Ze got up and left, not wanting to provoke the old man any further, nor wanting to see the old man's pitiful state any longer.

-

soon.

Outdoor exercise time is over.

Led by a group of prison guards, all the prisoners in the A-section playground were moved to the canteen for dinner.

Even though it's only just gotten dark.

'Life in prison is indeed incredibly structured!'

Before his transmigration, Ding Ze always ate dinner around 7 or 8 pm, or even later, which made him feel somewhat sentimental.

Dinner was just so-so.

It wasn't tasty, but it wasn't exactly unpalatable either.

After dinner, I took a shower.

A large group of vicious prisoners were active in the public bathhouse.

To be honest, the visuals were quite stunning.

'This feels a bit dangerous.'

Ding Ze knew very well that he was incredibly handsome, not to mention his fair and delicate skin...

Taking this bath, tsk tsk.

We mustn't end up like Tang Sanzang entering the Women's Kingdom.

'Looks like tonight is the night I'll become famous!'

Ding Ze sighed silently, resignedly preparing to let these prisoners experience Wing Chun.

It turns out.

He is right.

I've only been washing it for a short while.

In the original series, the thief Tuna destroyed his treasure, and the burly man Elkato, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, walked straight over.

Ding Ze had been paying attention to his surroundings and noticed it immediately.

Immediately afterwards, the other prisoners who were taking a shower all quickly left.

'Ugh. '

He could have left.

But so what if I leave? Am I not going to shower tomorrow? I can't be so careful about showering for the next few days, can I?

Ding Ze didn't hesitate, and stopped washing. He picked up a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and turned around to smile at Elkato, who was only two or three meters away from him.

"If I were you, I would turn around and leave right now."

Elkato smiled, his feet never stopping.

"Oh, it seems you've never heard of Bruce Lee."

Ding Ze sighed, assumed a fighting stance, transformed into Ip Man, and beckoned to Elkato, "Come on."

Seeing Ding Ze's appearance.

The group of prisoners who had never heard of Bruce Lee and were watching the spectacle were all amused.

Elkato said the same thing, "I'll be gentler."

As he spoke, Elkato approached Dingze and reached out his hand.

-

About two minutes later.

Elkato fell to the ground, howling in pain.

Ding Ze turned and left.

The prisoners who were watching quickly dispersed and dared not block the way.

Chapter 5 Nightfall, Another Move (Seeking Recommendations and Monthly Tickets)

in the bathroom.

"That newcomer is interesting," Abruzzi remarked after watching Ding Ze leave.

"Find out exactly what that new recruit did to get in here," Bagwell instructed his subordinate from another direction.

In two different corners, Michael and Westmoreland remained silent, lost in thought.

In a blink of an eye.

Prison, Section A.

The hour from 7 pm to 8 pm is free time.

The cell doors will be closed after 8 p.m. and will not reopen until tomorrow morning.

It's only a little past seven o'clock.

Ding Ze stood in the corridor outside the prison gate, leaning against the railing, looking down at the prisoners below.

Many prisoners glanced at him from time to time.

Ding Ze noticed it but ignored it. He searched around and found the big guy who had been following the 'department store' during the day.

Sorry.

The discomfort caused by the first release of animals during the day has lessened considerably by this time.

Then, the truth is, once you take the first step, everything else becomes much easier.

Ding Ze silently muttered something, withdrew his gaze, turned around and went back to his cell, preparing to climb up to the upper bunk.

Just then, Michael, who was holding a paper crane and leaning against the wall, suddenly spoke, "Mr. Ding, have you regained your memory?"

Upon hearing this, Ding Ze continued working while smiling, "Unfortunately, no."

“That’s a shame,” Michael replied. “Don’t you remember anything from the past?”

Ding Ze had already lain down on the bed. He glanced at Michael and roughly guessed the meaning of the conversation. "I can't say I don't remember at all. I still vaguely remember some important things."

Michael's expression remained unchanged, and he asked again in a natural tone, "That's not too bad... Do you have any family members or friends out there?"

Ding Ze grinned. "Of course, I remember I have many girlfriends outside, and I miss them very much."

"??????" Michael didn't expect this answer, but then, thinking about Ding Ze's looks, he understood. "It seems Mr. Ding had a pretty good life before."

"That should be true, at least he should be surrounded by women, with a harem of wives and concubines, living a life of extravagance and debauchery," Ding Ze said, making things up since he had nothing better to do.

"..." Michael wasn't interested in that and didn't want to continue the conversation. After hesitating for a moment, he asked again, "Have you ever thought about going back to that kind of life?"

"Is that even a question? Do you think I like staying here?" Ding Ze asked with a smile. "This godforsaken place has made me lose my memory. Of course I want to get out, but it looks like I can't. I'm going to be locked up for forty years."

“There is always hope,” Michael replied.

"That's the only way to think about it," Ding Ze laughed.

Michael didn't ask any more questions. He returned to silence.

Time passes quickly.

Shortly after the prison guards finished taking attendance, all the cell doors were closed.

It was still early, and most of the prisoners were making a ruckus in their cells.

Ding Ze wasn't sleepy at the moment; he kept his eyes open and continued to ponder.

Leave here, get a new identity, and then...

Go back to China?

Even if China hasn't become a world of film and television integration...

He has no family there, so going back seems pointless.