completely black and white

Qin Ang tilted his head and smiled, "What does this mean?

Liu, prison, head! "

Liu Ze was followed by several people, he stroked his thick and short neck, and laughed a few times, "It's nothing, this is the rule in our prison, you need to teach us newcomers to get acquainted, right?

Don't mind, brother, we also want to see how the new brother's skills are, so you can show us a few hands, ha! "

Qin Ang looked at Liu Ze expressionlessly, the words that Hao Ju said that day were still echoing in his ears - you should be more high-profile then to get Liu Ze's "appreciation" He looked at the nest that surrounded him The prisoner, as well as Liu Ze in front of him, cursed in their hearts, this is really a fucking appreciation!

Is it still your turn to decide whether to be high-profile or not?

There was a wind in the mountains, passing through the woods, heading straight for the prison, the leaves outside the small square were blown off, swirled and landed on the concrete floor.

There was a fist wind coming from my ear, very powerful, but unfortunately the speed was a bit short.

Qin Ang turned sideways slightly to avoid the fist, and clenched the fist tightly with lightning speed, then twisted it hard, only to hear the "click" sound of bone dislocation, followed by still There is the wail of the master of the fist.

--what!

Qin Ang didn't give this person time to react, he raised his left fist and went straight to the man's gate, knocking him to the ground.

Then he bent down to avoid the oncoming punch, bowed up, and passed with a left uppercut, which slammed into the face of the person who came, and sent him flying.

There was someone coming from behind, Qin Ang subconsciously wanted to raise his foot and kick back, but his foot was tight and he couldn't stretch it out—he just remembered that there were shackles on his feet, but the fist was already behind him, and he couldn't stretch it out. The fist hit him hard on the back, and a dull pain immediately spread from the back to the chest.

Qin Ang staggered, gritted his teeth and cursed, "Fuck!"

There were applause from the prisoners all around.

Before he could slow down, someone rushed up again, with several fists coming towards him, he simply gritted his teeth, grabbed a fist, pulled it towards him forcefully, and shackled that person in his arms with his backhand inside.

He dragged the people back a few steps, staring coldly at those who were about to move forward.

Immediately afterwards, as soon as he exerted force on his wrist, he threw the man forcefully, hitting several people who wanted to rush forward.

With a "bang", those people fell to the ground together.

Liu Ze retreated to the outermost circle of the crowd, sneered, "It's pretty good at fighting."

He kicked the general beside him, "Go, beat me to death!"

Wang Jiang rushed forward without saying a word, hugged Qin Ang tightly from behind, tightened his arms and strangled hard.

Immediately, Qin Ang was picked up by Ling Kong, and the arms tightened on both sides of him were obviously strong, which made his arms ache.

He exerted force on the soles of his feet, leaned back using the weight of his body, and threw himself and the general to the ground hard.

Fortunately, there was a king at the bottom who acted as a meat pad for him. In the chaos, he heard the king's dull pain, and it was estimated that the internal organs would be dislocated after such a fall.

However, this grandson is resistant to beatings, and he will not let go after this.

Qin Ang was always shackled by him and could not move.

At this time, people surrounded him, punching and kicking Qin Ang who was lying on the ground.

Qin Ang was kicked in the chest several times, he coughed, elbowed his back hard, and hit the waist of the king below, causing him to let go of his hand in pain, Qin Ang took the opportunity to roll out.

He stood up with his hands on his hands, and raised his hand to wipe his lips. Sure enough, it was bloody.

He raised his eyes and looked around, a group of prisoners watching the battle were shouting excitedly, fighting, bloody, which made the beasts locked in the iron cage feel a lot of excitement and satisfaction, like in the Colosseum, Watching the fight between animals, only the blood with red eyes can get their satisfaction.

Amidst the applause, Liu Ze's subordinates were still approaching.

Qin Ang took a step back and twitched the corner of his mouth - what a bunch of lunatics.

He had always thought that if the prisoners were sentenced and put in prison, they would be punished accordingly, but now it seemed that it was not the same thing.

He was clearly charged with crimes, but he lived so recklessly, without any intention of repentance or guilt.

He thought, can this place really make people turn over a new leaf?

At this time, there was a sound of something knocking on the iron door outside the stadium, "Qing, clang, clang". Everyone seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and they all looked for the reputation, and saw Jiang Bai standing there alone, Holding two iron chopsticks from nowhere, they are constantly beating on the iron gate of the square.

Jiang Bai waited for everyone to turn their attention here before putting away the chopsticks.

He leaned against the edge of the iron gate, with one long leg slightly bent, dangling two chopsticks in his hand, smiling, "Brother Liu, it's almost done, don't play too much."

Qin Ang was taken aback for a moment, this is to fight for himself.

Unexpectedly, Liu Ze did not refuse.

He stared at Jiang Bai with those fierce eyes for a while, then turned around and smiled at Qin Ang a few times, "Brother, it's okay, just for fun, don't take it to heart."

He waved his hand, "Okay, it's all gone."

The prisoners around gave Qin Ang a blind eye, and slowly retreated to the corner of the square.

For a while, the center of the square was much empty.

Qin Ang watched Liu Ze walk away before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He looked through the crowd, looked at Jiang Bai who was still standing there, and saw him raising his chin at himself, with a proud expression that I saved you, no thanks.

In the next second, Qin Ang saw the prison guard coming and knocked on the iron door with the baton in his hand, "What are you doing!

What is in your hand?

Hand it over! "

Jiang Bai was obviously taken aback, and jumped away from the iron gate for a distance. He smiled and handed the chopsticks in his hand to the prison guard, and walked over obediently.

Qin Ang, "..."

It took only three seconds to pretend to be successful.

Qin Ang dawdled to sit down on the stone steps under the barbed wire, and moved his sore shoulder. Fortunately, he didn't hurt his bones, otherwise he would be honorably injured before he did anything.

He pulled the collar of his shirt, revealing his fair and slender neck.

It has to be said that this group of people was really badass. His back was still painful after being beaten so hard.

The clothes rolled around on the ground, and they were almost dirty. They were originally new clothes, but now they look like they have been worn for several years.

It’s only Monday, less than eight o’clock. If he was at home, he might just get up now, and he wouldn’t be woken up by the sound of a sharp whistle, and there wouldn’t be a group of people who had soaring adrenaline early in the morning and insisted on fighting with him. .

How else could it be said that front-line policemen are not capable of doing things, and they have to do thankless things with not much income.

Before, Qin Ang would not have any complaints about this matter, but for the first time in his life, he felt that he had suffered a great loss.

Qin Ang pulled his collar and slapped it, but couldn't help but cursed silently.

Suddenly someone approached and sat down, Qin Ang turned his head in response, it was Jiang Bai.

This guy got a towel from nowhere, and was handing it in front of him, "Wipe it off."

Qin Ang was not too polite, and took it over, "Thank you."

However, this person didn't intend to leave yet, Jiang Bai put his hands on the stone steps casually, straightened his feet casually, looked up and squinted at the sun.

Jiang Bai is different from the people in this prison. He doesn't have the obvious bloodthirsty viciousness on his body, and his eyebrows are even gentle, which has nothing to do with the word aggressive; when he smiles, his eyebrows will be raised slightly , the corners of his eyes were raised, and all the springtime in the world was reflected in his pitch-black eyes for a moment—all kinds of charms were in this one glance.

Good looking, this is the only word that Qin Ang found in the decades-long lack of dictionary that is most suitable to describe the person in front of him.

but……

Qin Ang also knows the meaning that things must be reversed at extremes, the more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they are. The ancient Daji can still harm the king!

What's more, this person is still in prison.

"Hey," Jiang Bai said lazily after Qin Ang stared at people for tens of seconds, "You keep staring at me..."

He turned his head, bumped into Qin Ang's line of sight, raised the corners of his mouth, showing his white canine teeth, "I'm going to think you're interested in me."

Qin Ang, "..."

He turned around angrily and threw the towel in his hand into Jiang Bai's arms, "I'm sorry, I'm a straight man with cancer."

Jiang Bai held the towel in his hand, put it aside, and talked about something else, "Here, as long as there is no major incident, the prison guards will generally not take care of it.

There is a saying, one more thing is worse than one less thing. If they take care of these things, not only will it be ineffective, but they may even cause a lot of trouble for themselves, so they generally choose to turn a blind eye.

You have to know that the biggest thing here is not the prison guards, but the heads of these prisoners. "

He patted Qin Ang on the shoulder, "As long as you don't get killed today, they won't stop this fight."

Qin Ang glanced at the hand that was still on his shoulder, and shook it away without a trace, "Then, do I have to thank you for helping me end this fight early?"

Jiang Bai smiled, "You don't have to be polite."

Qin Ang sneered, and realized that this man was really shameless.

He straightened up, then leaned back, and leaned against the barbed wire behind him, chatting seemingly unintentionally, "How long have you been in?

Know so much about this place? "

"It's not long, maybe a few months earlier than you."

"Oh," Qin Ang looked sideways at him, "How did you get in?"

The weather is good today. It is early in the morning and the sun is still warm. It is easy to make people sleepy when it shines on people.

Jiang Bai stretched his waist, and the large prison uniform was pulled up, revealing a white and slender waist.

Qin Ang accidentally glanced at it, and found a scar on it with his sharp eyes. It seemed to be caused by some sharp weapon. The wound was not long and flat. It looked old and not very obvious. If this person's skin was not too white, a scar The reddish scars of years and years stood out, and he couldn't see them.

Before Qin Ang finished thinking about it, he heard Jiang Bai yawn, looked at him, and smiled mysteriously, "Guess."

"..."

Qin Ang thought to himself, I guess your uncle.

In the next second, he heard Jiang Bai sigh, "You should have given way just now, and got beaten up."

Qin Ang raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

"In this way, Liu Ze won't keep troubling you."

"is it?"

Qin Ang looked at Liu Ze, who was also staring at him, and smiled, "I wish I could!"

He got up quickly and stood in front of Jiang Bai.

He was tall, and he blocked the sunlight above his head, "Thank you for reminding me, brother."

Before Jiang Bai said anything, he saw Qin Ang bent down and moved his face to him.

Qin Ang has a face that once fascinated the little girl in the city bureau, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and the jaw line is tightly stretched when he is serious, his whole face is like an ancient sculpture. texture.

Jiang Bai was so close, he was still of the same sex, his breathing suddenly stagnated, and his upper body unconsciously leaned back.

He laughed a few times, "You don't have to get so close to thank you."

Qin Ang snorted coldly, "Actually, I'm more curious, why did you help me?"

Jiang Bai froze for a moment, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and raised his head for a while, evoking a wicked smile.

He stepped forward and touched Qin Ang's face, "Because I don't have straight male cancer!"