After being dismantled cp

"Game?" Charles asked.He really didn't know about the so-called game in Prison Z.But there was not much surprise on his face. Excessive emotional fluctuations would only expose flaws, and flaws are sometimes fatal.

"Yes. The game, we call it beast fighting." Harry said in a deep voice, "This is a game for prison investors, and it is a purgatory for prisoners. They will number the prisoners and put them into the field to fight. The first game is the killing cage, 1000 Only [-] people can live. The second is a masquerade. Everyone wears disguises and drinks poison. The antidote is only [-] copies. During this period, you can use any method to kill people. The third is a two-on-two double arena match , we call it guessing, if there are less than two people left in each game, the judgment is passed. In the last game, the goddess smiles, the top [-] will be released by votes by the viewers, and the rest will be executed on the spot."

"Sounds like an interesting game." Charles said from the bottom of his heart, this is indeed a game that the "upper class" like to play, of course he is one of them.When he was outside, he often received invitations to these "banquets" and "games", but he declined them for some reason.

Harry's eyes widened, "Are you kidding me, brother. This is a game of life and death! You bloody nobleman...now you are participating, you are no longer in charge of watching from the high platform! Our lives are on the line In the hands of the top floor of this prison!"

"Interesting? Damn it, you must be joking." Harry scratched his hair. "It's Grace Day soon, and on the day of Grace Day, there will be a lottery to select "Player". Are you 100% sure you won't be selected?"

Charles paused when he was weaving the rope.

"I'm sure—" he said.

"Brother, you're kidding!" Harry slammed his hands on the table.

Charles glanced at him and said the second half of the sentence, "100% selected."

He was sent to prison No. Z, and there must be shadows of family opponents behind him. If they want to get rid of him completely, then this "game" is definitely a good opportunity.

"That's right. The most dangerous part of the game is in the third quiz. We can't expect those guys to have integrity. We need reliable partners." Harry was almost choked to death by Charles' panting, and he stretched out his hand "Cooperate, brother."

Charles looked at Harry's outstretched hand, and didn't immediately respond, "Why did you come in? I don't like lies."

The slightly brown-skinned young man smiled awkwardly but politely, "Murder, sir. I killed thirteen people. I observed you in the car that came here. Your bones are also black. I think we can work together very well." .”

Charles finished the last rope and stood up.He was a head taller than Harry, and standing up brought a natural sense of oppression.

"You're—proud of your record?" Charles stroked his chin. "I think you've got something wrong. We've never been the same." He walked around Harry to leave.

The black-skinned young man reached out to stop him, the smile had disappeared from his face, and he showed the numb eyes of a murderer, "What's the difference?"

Charles pushed his hand away, walked by, and patted him on the shoulder by the way.

"The most inferior butcher kills blood. The first-class butcher, in the name of faith, commits crimes under the skin of justice, and is self-satisfied. The top butcher walks within the rules, with clean hands. Countless People either voluntarily or involuntarily paved his way with blood and bones, were killed by him, and also helped him kill."

The red-haired man said arrogantly, "It's a game for a good butcher, you don't take children to play."

Harry clenched his fists and watched Charles walk away sullenly.After a while, he pouted and left.

Charles who left was not as easy as it seemed on the surface.Game, he savored the word in his heart.A sense of tension inevitably surged in his heart, he knew how dirty the game was, and even this prison was also a "colosseum" privately built by some people.And now he has become a member of the Colosseum.

If he wants to go out and regain his identity and power, the most important thing now is to survive the next "game".

And the family antiques and Jack who sent him to prison will definitely not do nothing.

He needs a reliable, available teammate!It is best to have an unbreakable bond of interests.

Thinking of this, Charles walked to the prison cafeteria.A slight stabbing pain in his stomach reminded him of hunger.Several rows of long tables were already filled with inmates, talking loudly and insulting each other.There were others sitting in the corner and puffing.

There were two people fighting in the middle, the tables and chairs were knocked over, and the soup and food were scattered everywhere.The inmates shouted excitedly for the sake of watching the excitement, like undeveloped apes.

Charles walked around them and went to the window to make dinner.Soup of unknown ingredients, a few slices of bread, a large lump of white mixture.It looks unappetizing.

He found an empty seat away from the center of the chaos.I tried to scoop up a spoonful of the paste, but it had no taste, except for a little bit of meaty smell and bitterness of vegetables, and even this little taste was pitiful.

Charles showed an expression of physical discomfort, but he had to eat.Losing physical strength is the scariest thing.In contrast, these foods can be tolerated, at least not lethal.

"Hi." Someone greeted him, and Charles looked up and saw a man with short hair.The appearance is not bad, smiling and waving at him across two rows of tables.

"Dude, you have a really nice figure." The man wore a pair of big earrings, licked the spoon, and hinted at Charles ambiguously in his eyes.The face, the figure, are all top-notch.Such a high-quality handsome guy is rare outside, let alone a prison.

Charles raised his middle finger at the earring man, "Not interested." He raised his eyes.

The man with the earring was rejected, and none of the men in prison were gay, but that didn't stop them from sleeping with men.

"If you have an idea, you can find me!" He grinned, "Area, Neil." Then he stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth, pulled out a kneeling man from under the table, and pulled out his penis.The man was not thin, his face was covered with wounds, and the wounds were purple and still oozing blood.

Neil pulled up his pants and walked away.The man got up and ordered a meal.But he had just eaten halfway when someone patted him on the shoulder, and he dropped the plate and walked away with that person. In the direction they walked, there were still a few people standing there making obscene hints.

Charles looked away after only one glance. Such things often happen in prisons, and he was not interested in the lives of those prisoners.

He ate silently and quickly, trying to keep the food in his mouth less, so as to reduce the nauseating feeling.

Boom!The chaos over there is also drawing to a close.

"Fuck him! Fuck him! Fuck him!" the onlookers cheered, and they touched their pants and crotch with flushed faces.There are so few entertainments in prisons, they like entertainment that can stimulate their eyes and let their adrenaline soar.

The two wrestling men slammed into the dining table.The short and thin one firmly pressed the other muscular one onto the dirty desktop.

The thin one is about 1.7 meters tall, which seems a bit short in M ​​country where the height is common.The bare, exposed skin is covered with intricate tattoos, and those patterns on the outside have special meanings, symbolizing that he is a member of a gangster organization.

The man held by him was tall and strong, with exaggerated muscles.His face was swollen into a pig's head.The dwarf was also injured, and he was punching the strong man's face fiercely, and he started screaming when he hit the ground, and then the screaming became weaker and weaker.In the end, the breathing was extremely weak.

The redness of excitement in the dwarf's eyes dissipated slightly, and he took off his pants...

That dwarf looks like he'll be a formidable opponent.This kind of person who purely enjoys violence will be more excited in the ring.

"Interested in him?" The voice from beside him disturbed Charles' thoughts.

The voice is pleasant, the pronunciation is standard, and the speaking speed is slow and orderly.Charles instantly constructed an image of a highly educated elite in his mind.

Sure enough, when he looked up, he saw a gentle and handsome man sitting next to him with a plate.Tall and thin, the prison uniform looks empty, with cold white skin, crow black hair and eyes.Handsome facial features, gentle eyes.The eyebrows are trimmed, the phoenix eyes are long and narrow, and the head looks elegant and peaceful.

Charles was a little lost for a moment, only thinking that this person was indescribably good-looking.Countless men and women fell in love with him, including many celebrities and models.But never before can I feel my heartbeat so clearly.

The man sat down, revealing a section of cold white forearm under the prison uniform, where the light blue meridian can be seen.

"Hello." He said with a smile.

A hello made Charles suddenly sober, hell!How could he almost be fascinated by watching a man!Still in a ghost place like a prison!

Charles looked at the man with oriental features in front of him, it might be witchcraft, he comforted himself.

"What did you just say?" he asked, looking into the man's eyes, trying to calm his beating heart with his usual forcefulness.

"Are you interested in him?" The visitor repeated patiently and gently, pointing to the short man who was "exercising".

"Tell me." Charles felt vigilant in his heart, and his good feelings were the same. Such a sudden conversation was too suspicious.And he will never be judged by inexplicable favorability.

"His name is Haki, the second-in-command in Area A. He was imprisoned for raping dozens of men and causing serious injuries." The handsome man scooped up a lump of paste and put it into his mouth without changing his expression.

Harkey!It's a name I've heard from prison guards.Charles immediately connected.

The second in command of Area A, indeed, seemed like a ruthless character.And it can be seen from the fact that he beat other prisoners and even raped him so violently in the cafeteria, and those prison guards with electric batons and guns turned a blind eye, which can also be seen that his power is not small.

"Who is that leader?" The person in front of him seemed to know a lot of information. Although he was not sure of his motives, the information he sent was not in vain.

Charles is very familiar with the white wolf with empty gloves. He has killed countless enemies in the mall.

"Toby." The handsome man looked sideways, with a pair of gentle and calm eyes under the long eyelashes.