Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

"That's the guy, see?"

Sun Qiao was brought back to the prison by the prison guards. The men in the aisle leaned against the wall, whispering and pointing at him.

A tall black man passed by Sun Qiao, deliberately bumped him hard with the shoulder, and then sarcastically said: "Are you planning to go back to the cell to sharpen your rusty spear, boy."

The allusion in the words could not be more obvious. The prisoner beside him let out a low laugh. They walked lazily, and their shoes deliberately stepped on the smooth ground of the prison to make an annoying blunt sound. , the cell doors had all been opened, many prisoners left their premises, and many people gathered and gradually walked towards Sun Qiao.

When bored, everyone wants to see someone making trouble.

"You still want to eat alone in prison, you are too ignorant."

Several black men walked towards him, licking their lips meaningfully.

Looking up at the mixed races of black and white people around him, Sun Qiao laughed in his heart. Since the downfall of Barrett, these black people seem to be very active. Seeing this situation, the prison guards at the side just took out the key and uncuffed Sun Qiao, and walked towards those who approached. The prisoners straightened their hats and left after yelling a few words, they wouldn't really be stupid enough to stop this impending brawl.

Sun Qiao just stood there, his calm eyes swept over everyone around him, they were the dregs of society with ugly faces, they were the lowest level of criminals, and they only thought about how to use violence and brute force to satisfy them all day long. The abyss of desire that they will never be able to fill, long, long ago, Sun Qiao also hated these people and things, but as he said before, many things have changed or are changing, and he has already fallen into it.

Raising his head, he looked towards the corridor on the second floor.

Little Brown put his hands on the railing and looked at Sun Qiao, with admiration in his bright green eyes. His expression was the same as that of looking at the shepherd dog in the garden at that time, as if he was watching a horse race. He has already made a bet leisurely, and he knows that he will definitely win the bet.

Because he always sees the best.

"If my little brother hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have known that Lester had been fucked by his cellmate long ago." The muscular black man approached step by step, his eyes showed a very fierce tyranny and some kind of Desire, "Let me think, how did you get him? Did you take drugs? Or is your dick big enough to make that bitch kneel down on the spot?"

He walked up to him and laughed and pushed Sun Qiao. Sun Qiao was pushed a bit, and he looked away, but his expression was still calm. He raised his face and looked directly at the man in front of him with cold golden pupils, disapproving shook his head.

"I advise you not to say that about him." Sun Qiao said calmly.

The black man in front of him snorted disdainfully. He pointed at Sun Qiao and was about to say something. The next second, Sun Qiao snapped off his finger. Before everyone could react, the dark-skinned man had already held his fingers and cried out. With a sound, his three finger bones were broken at the same time.

No one saw Sun Qiao's movements clearly, and no one expected his movements to be so crisp and neat. It seemed that completing such precise movements was as easy as breathing. They rushed over with a mouthful of swear words, but the ridiculous thing was that their bulky bodies didn't even have a chance to touch Sun Qiao.

Looking at Sun Qiao's counterattack below, Little Brown disassembled every punch and kick in his mind, as if the well-designed movements hit the vital point properly, but not enough to kill people, almost in the blink of an eye, Sun Qiao stood in the middle of a circle of prostrate prisoners. He rubbed his wrists and looked up at Little Brown.

Little Brown smiled at Sun Qiao, and then walked back to the cell in his sight. Sun Qiao followed up the stairs under the watchful eyes of all the prisoners who had witnessed him defeating his opponent in a short period of time. Backing out of the way, Sun Qiao walked through the crowd, came to the door of his and Brown's cell, and touched the sunken fingerprints on the railing.

"Tomorrow there will be a bunch of people around you begging you to be the leader," Little Brown splashed water from the faucet on his face with his hands, "just like I was then."

Brown Jr. was referring to the time Barrett wooed him in the warehouse.

Sun Qiao stepped forward and put his arm on his shoulder from behind.

"What's wrong?" Little Brown stopped, he turned off the faucet, and clear drops of water slipped from his hair to his cheeks.

"Just went to Allison's."

Allison - the warden of Luohe Prison, Anna's biological father.

Little Brown hummed, and he straightened his hair with his fingers, "What did that guy say?"

Sun Qiao let go of his hand and turned to look outside the door, lowering his brows. A boy was standing outside the cell door, staring at the two of them.

"Taylor?" Sun Qiao raised his eyebrows and looked at the boy who was about to shrink into a ball.

"Yeah, sorry...I didn't mean to eavesdrop...I just..."

Seeing him blushing and trying to explain in a hurry, Sun Qiao rolled his eyes, "Is your injury healed?"

Taylor, who didn't expect that the other party didn't pursue it at all, froze for a moment, his blue eyes widened slightly, he curled his fingers, and nodded hastily.

Feeling the two oppressive gazes on his body, Taylor felt uncomfortable all over, opened his mouth falteringly but still couldn't say anything, finally bit his lower lip and walked away quickly.

"Hey," Little Brown patted Sun Qiao's chest with the back of his hand, looking at him intently with cat-like green eyes, "I thought you would get rid of him."

"I have thought about it, but you said he is irrelevant." Sun Qiao took Brown's hand and let him sit on the bed. "Are you still angry?"

Little Brown bent the corners of his eyes with a smile, his green eyes gleamed with water, and he nodded.

"why?"

There was a noise outside the door, and the prisoners complained and walked back to their cells, and soon the cell doors were closed under the control of the prison guards.Little Brown turned his head, he looked into Sun Qiao's eyes, "You know."

Sun Qiao rubbed his soft golden hair with his hands, and he closed his eyes lightly, "I don't know."

Little Brown smiled, and didn't resist Sun Qiao's movement of rubbing his hair. He lowered his posture very low, and seemed to become a docile cat under Sun Qiao's playful touch.

"He said you raped his friend."

Sun Qiao raised his jaw, and he paused for a second while rubbing his blond fingers, and then a soft low-pitched laughter flowed out along with his words, "Considering the circumstances at the time, Lester, I prefer to use the word adultery."

As night fell, the lights in the prison were turned on one by one. Sun Qiao was sitting by the bed. A prison guard walked past their cell, dropped a note, and bent down to pick up the unsigned paper.

John, I apologize for my rudeness this morning.

Your situation is very dangerous.You know very well that Lester is different from you. He is always a member of the Brown family. You can choose to escape all this with him, but are you willing to watch him lose his freedom again?or worse? John, as long as you make the right choice, the Duke will not send anyone in, and you can choose a painless way to end his life.

But if you don't want to...John, you're going to die here.

If you change your mind, you know what to do.

Sun Qiao clutched the paper, crumpled it up after reading the last word, and threw it into the toilet.

[Can you know what's going on outside? Brother Tong? ]

[Qiaoer, your perspective is my perspective. ]

Under the dim light, the dark golden eyes condensed.

[What, is it difficult? ] The system issues an inquiry.

[No,] Sun Qiao clenched his fists, and said softly: [I like such a peaceful world very much. ]

Of course, no one can stop him from completing the task.

Even those weapons, power, or so-called upper-class people.

Even death.

"Check the accommodation!"

The prison guard yelled, and the sound echoed in the spacious prison. The awakened prisoners were complaining, and they were taking drugs in the dark, hurriedly stuffing drugs under the bed, and impatiently responding to the prison guard's roll call.

Little Brown sat up from the bed, and the sound of the prison guard's leather boots kicking slowly came from the end of the aisle. After searching for a long time, he finally appeared outside the cell door of Little Brown and Sun Qiao.

"Lester S, John S!" The prison guard looked at the list and read, but only heard one person's answer.

"John, show me!!" The rude prison guard knocked on the cell door with a flashlight a few times, but there was still no answer. He swung the angle of the light to shine on the bed, and found that there was no one on the bed.

The prison guard's expression changed in an instant, and he hurriedly took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket. Before he could speak, Little Brown's arm quickly stretched out of the cell door, and his slender five fingers dug into his wrist forcefully.

"Don't be nervous," Little Brown said, "he was taken away by the warden."

"Damn Lester! Let me go!! I'm in charge, can I not know that a prisoner has been taken away?!"

Just when the prison guard who was restrained and unable to move was about to shout loudly, the arm restraining him suddenly pulled away quickly. The prison guard was full of anger and rubbed his sore arm, staring at the green eyes under the faint moonlight with his cloudy eyes. The boy's clear pupils.

The prison guard took a step back with lingering fear, and said to the intercom again: "Mr. Warden, I heard that there is a prisoner named John with you. I want to confirm whether it is true." He repeated the name again, "John S, Warden."

After the rustling sound of the electric current disappeared, there was a dead silence. The prison guard frowned and stared at the intercom. After about ten seconds, the voice of the warden Allison came from the intercom, "Yes, he is here, I am here. Someone else will send him back to the cell, don't worry."

The prison guard responded respectfully a few times, glared at Little Brown, and then walked away in disgrace.

Little Brown took the mirror on the bedside and stretched out the cell door. His green eyes, which looked cold in the dark, stared at the back of the prison guard walking away in the mirror. Then he held the mirror and turned to the opposite direction, and began to observe the other side of the aisle. movement on one side.

Five minutes later, another prison guard appeared in the mirror.

The tall and straight man lowered the brim of the hat on his head very low. Under the dark moonlight, he could only vaguely see the sharp and handsome mandible. He walked very slowly, as if trying to minimize the sound of footsteps on the floor to avoid Waking up the prisoner, for the prison guards, they rarely have such a thoughtful gesture, unless they want to have fun, or—— want to have fun with a certain prisoner.

Silently looking at the picture in the mirror, the blurry figure in the darkness came closer, and even a few steps away from his cell, Little Brown retracted the mirror and threw it on the bed, just as Little Brown turned around. The next second after turning around, the prison guard with the brim of his hat lowered appeared outside the cell door, his dark figure instantly blocked the graceful white moonlight.

Just as Little Brown was about to take a step back, one hand quickly reached into the cell door, wrapped around his waist from behind, and pressed him tightly against the railing of the cell door, making a dull knocking sound.

"Hush—" The man in the uniform of the prison guard stretched out his slender index finger, and pressed it provocatively on Little Brown's soft lips.

"What do you want to do?" Little Brown felt the familiar big hand on his lower back caressing his body. He heaved a sigh of relief and looked up at the man in front of him.

"Come to check if my boy is sleeping well on the bed," Sun Qiao withdrew his hands, hanging them slowly on his belt around his waist, looking straight at Little Brown with his dark golden eyes, "It seems that he not at all."

Little Brown stared at the man's suggestive movements. He licked his light-colored lips, smiled lightly, put his legs together and then slowly knelt down on the ground on one knee. belt.

Sun Qiao held the opponent's chin with one hand and made him look up. He lazily raised the corners of his lips in a playful arc, "You want to pass through the prison door?"

"You should know how loud the cell door is opening, Mr. Prison Guard." Little Brown said jokingly, he turned his face slightly, and licked Sun Qiao's palm with the tip of his crimson tongue.

"I don't know, there is such a prisoner in the prison who wants to sexually bribe the prison guards."

"Sex, bribery?" Little Brown raised his eyes and looked at him, the light blue moonlight shone on his face, and the translucent green hidden in his eyes was so seductive that no male could resist, "Mr. Prison Guard , do you want to guess? If the prisoner on the other side is still awake, what do you think they will say tomorrow?"

Little Brown smiled and pulled out the hot object, sliding his lips over the hot top and sucking lightly.

"Let them talk." Sun Qiao knew very well that this scene was more like sexual assault than sexual bribery.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the blond boy's hair with both hands, and thrust the top of his crotch into Little Brown's throat. This rough action did not make him feel uncomfortable. Full of seductive smiles.

Little Brown is like a white poppy that blooms in a swamp.