escape from prison

The cell was suddenly terribly quiet, even the air seemed to be frozen, and a needle could be heard.

After a while, it was the three-legged cat who couldn't hold back and laughed first.

At the beginning of the three-legged cat, the others couldn't bear it anymore, and they all bowed their waists and laughed endlessly.

"Hahahahahaha~ Emma laughed so hard at me, and even hugged her... Hahahaha..." The three-legged cat laughed the hardest, and I even felt that if she continued to laugh like this, she would lose her temper.

Glasses covered his stomach and went back to his bed, lying on his side and continued to laugh: "You don't write drafts for bragging, sister chicken, are you crazy?"

Awen, Cuilan and the others patted each other on the back and said, "Hahaha, Sister Chicken, when you said that last time, you were still talking in your sleep, and you haven't slept yet, why did you start to wake up?" .”

Seeing that they didn't believe it, Sister Chicken had a dark face and gritted her teeth and scolded: "Her mother smiles all of them! It's best to laugh so hard! Tell me about Chuci! Did I hug you in the office?" Chumo!?" Sister Chicken began to pull me to testify.

"Yes." I nodded.

Now it's all right, the laughter stopped abruptly, and in return, everyone's mouths were so shocked that they could stuff an egg.

By the time Sister Chicken finished bragging to them again, it was already midnight, and I was just about to fall asleep, when Sister Chicken suddenly squatted beside my bed and asked me, "Do you know who your information is? To Chumo?"

I thought for a long time and shook my head: "I don't know."

Sister Ji pondered for a while, and then told me: "Chumo is jealous. The person who sent her the information definitely has no good intentions. Maybe he deliberately tried to punish you. Now you are being targeted by Chumo, so be careful." .In case of being caught with something, there will be no good fruit to eat."

Maybe it was the mafia boss, I remembered the man I beat to death, it was because of him that I went to prison.I heard that he is the younger brother of some underworld boss. Maybe his family sent all my information to the prison because they knew I was in prison.As for what purpose?Do you want to use Chu Mo's hand to kill me?

When I saw Chubai, I sat with Sister Chicken and the others on the playground to bask in the sun. Sister Chicken and the others were discussing the matter of replacing the boss in the West Prison. The prison is here. At this time, there is no way for Xiluo to count on Fat Bigfoot and the others. Therefore, they have discussed internally for a long time, and even fought a few times, in order to decide who is the new boss of Xiluo, but after so many days It passed, but still no letter came out.

I never thought that Chubai would come to me, but she is indeed walking towards me at the moment. She is not wearing a white coat today, but a simple white shirt and jeans, and she is walking towards me with light steps. Suddenly, what Sister Ji said that day flashed, Chubai is a little sun, she can shine.

Sister Chicken was the first to rush up, and she asked Chu Bai with a smile if Chu Mo called her to find her, and if there was anything Chu Mo needed her to do.

Chu Bai bypassed Sister Ji in disgust, probably because the anger from last time was still there: "I'm looking for Chu Ci, you go away."

"Looking for Chu Ci?" Sister Ji turned her head and looked at me with a face full of differences, as if she was asking, when did you fuck with Chu Bai behind my back?

I met Chubai three times in total, the first time was when I beat Li Fei the day I first came to the prison, the second time was when I beat Fat Big Feet and the others, and the third time was when Sister Ji’s arm was broken by Chu Mo I remember clearly every time I folded, but every time, I didn't have any contact with Chu Bai.

Just when I was thinking about why she was looking for me, Chubai directly pointed out why she came here, and she looked at me with a smile: "Chu Ci, I heard that you are a black boxer? Can you tell me about those things about you?" Huh? I'm curious~"

"it is good."

I agreed without hesitation.Although, I have never said a word to her, I have only met her three times, and I have always been not good at words, but when I heard her bring up this matter, there was only one word in my mind: good.

I'll tell you everything...

When Ah Wen and the others saw Chubai talking to me, they all wanted to come over, but they were chased away by Sister Ji. She made a gesture of wiping her neck in a mysterious way, and said to Ah Wen and the others: "Don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to. , otherwise be careful Chumo..."

I was silent for a long time, not knowing where to start, Chubai seemed to see my struggle, she sat next to me, tilted her head and asked me: "When did you start learning boxing?"

When did you start punching...

Actually I forgot too...

I really don't remember when I started to practice boxing. I just remember that my father has been teaching me to kick piles and hit sandbags since I became a professional.I don't know what the training content of other black boxers is like, and whether it is different from what my father taught.But it is undeniable that Dad is very strong. I have seen him punch, and his strength and speed are far beyond my reach. Therefore, I have always felt that the way he taught must be the most correct, even many times. Almost died in the training content he set.

Dad bought a house in the mountains. He said it was a house, but it was not for people to live in at first. It was used by loggers to store wood. Later, because their boss was involved in an incident, the place was left unused and was taken over by Dad. Bought it and turned it into a training ground.I grew up in this training ground since I was a child.

To the east of the training ground, there is a deep pool, which is the source of my childhood nightmares. In order to exercise my endurance, my father would tie stones to my body and sink me, and he would not pull me until the stipulated time Coming up, the most common situation at that time was that every time I was pulled up, I was already drowning and unconscious.Even so, Dad was doing the same thing every day, sinking me down and pulling me up again.

When I was 600 or 100 years old, I had to complete 30 squats of [-] kg within two hours every day, and kicked off [-]-inch wooden piles within four hours, and then switched to cement piles and iron piles... .

The first time I competed in an underground boxing ring was when I was 12 years old.

One thing that impressed me deeply was that one week before the first boxing match, my father locked me in a small black room, where a big wolfhound had been starving for several days. How crazy is the wolfhound when it meets people? As soon as it saw me, it immediately became wild and rushed towards me crazily.The old man said outside the door, I can only go out with it, I have to fight with it, the wolf dog is very big, if it stands up, it will be taller than me, and in just a few minutes, there will be scars on my body. It left a lot of bite marks, and almost every bite of it could tear away a piece of my flesh, but I didn't have time to cry out in pain, because as long as I stopped, the next second it would bite would definitely be my neck.

I don't know how many times I punched it, and I can't remember how many times it counterattacked, and finally I beat the wolf dog to the ground.When I was powerlessly slumped on the ground, my father walked in. He looked at me in a panic and asked me to bite the wolf dog's neck open to drink its blood. He told me, wait for you After leaving the boxing ring, what he faced could only be bloodier than this.

My first opponent was a boy who looked about my age. He was about ten centimeters taller than me. His body was very muscular, and his back was covered with scars, as if declaring the end of this person What kind of brutal training did you go through.It was the first time I fought anyone other than Dad, my first fight in the ring, and his last.

His fist was like a hammer, and he smashed towards my heart, throat, and temples. The shouts of the gamblers around me became more and more excited. their pockets.That boy might be tired of every time I get knocked down and get back up again, he rushes over and grabs me, throws me in a hug, wraps his feet around my body, wraps his arms tightly around my neck, suffocating Sensation, this feeling is too familiar to me, every time I am under the pool, I pass out because of this suffocation, but this time, neither the pool nor the old man will pull me, I turn around desperately, let me His neck can fight for a gap in his arms, just a little bit, finally, I turned around, and I could see his neck as soon as I looked up, without the slightest hesitation, I exhausted my last strength and bit down Go up, just like that time I bit off the neck of a wolfhound...

"Hiss..." My teeth parted his skin, and a warm, salty smell poured into my mouth.

He let go of his hands and started to cover his neck with both hands, trying to stop the blood from gushing out, but the blood still gushed out like a spring, he opened his eyes wide and stared at me in horror.I felt very excited, as if something was about to rush out from the bottom of my heart, I rushed forward, punched and hit his temple hard, I don't know how long it took, his body was already stiff, but I didn't When I stopped, I just felt excited, his blood had already stained the boxing ring, the gamblers who lost money in the audience were already yelling because of the loss, and the thugs in the boxing ring rushed up to pull me away.

That was my first boxing match, and it was also the first time my father praised me. Blood flowed from my forehead all over my face, and my eyes were so swollen that I couldn't open them, but I still clearly heard what my father said :"well done."

I thought that was a compliment.