My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 819 My rules are the rules

"You guys, follow me."

The prison guards in front swiped and began to allocate cells.

Ethan and Atwater were within the range of the prison guard's arms. They followed the potbellied prison guard into a passage next to the circular corridor, which contained four or five rooms.

Before Ethan could react, he was pushed into a small room by the prison guard.

Atwater gave him a shrug and walked on.

Room, very small.

The upper and lower bunks inlaid on the wall are unobstructed, and the bed faces the past, which is a combination of toilet and sink, with toothbrushes, paper towels and soap on it.

In prison, it is very humane to have a sponge pad on top of the bed.

"Hey."

Noticing the person who had arranged to come in, the white boy sitting on the upper bunk breathed a sigh of relief. He jumped out of bed and reached out to stop Ethan: "Listen, let's talk clearly first."

"First of all, I am a model prisoner here."

"The toilet should be kept clean at all times, you know what I mean?"

"When using it, you have to pay attention to etiquette, I don't want some embarrassing things to happen."

"at last."

He looked Ethan up and down, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth: "If you have anything to do, you can solve it yourself, don't call the prison guard casually."

"Hold on, don't cry."

"People like you will soon be able to find a hood, and I believe that life will be good in the future."

"Don't take it to heart, after a long time, maybe you will enjoy it."

The white boy quickly judged that the guy in front of him should be a weak chicken, without any tattoos on his body, and he didn't have the temperament of a Taoist, but he looked like a college student.

This kind of person will sooner or later become the bitch of those big shots.

Therefore, he did not plan to rob this guy's personal belongings, but planned to leave a good impression.

While he was educating the newcomers, the prison guard just now came back from behind.

This kind of thing can't stop him in the slightest.

It is only natural for the old man to teach the newcomers the rules, and it can be regarded as saving them a lot of trouble in their work. The prison guards are happy to see this kind of thing.

Next to it, there was even a sound of beating.

But this is normal, as long as they can commute to and from get off work safely, it is better than anything else.

"Have you finished your sentence?"

Ethan supported the quilt with one hand, and patted his orange prisoner uniform. The old god was watching this guy from the ground.

In his 20s, he is not tall, about 1.7 meters.

He has a rather strong body, a round head, and several tattoos on his neck.

"It's over."

The white boy frowned: "But what do you mean, rookie?"

"Don't take it to heart, I don't mean anything." Ethan pouted on the upper bunk: "Pack up your things, I want to sleep on it."

The bed below is only one meter away from the toilet.

This is too frightening, how can I sleep.

Up there, it's slightly better.

"Do you think I'm too talkative?" The white boy clenched his fists and turned his face immediately:

"Now, put your stuff down."

"Hold your head in your hands, let me check it again."

This is where the weak eat the strong, as long as you show a little timidity, you will be eaten to death.

The white boy didn't expect that the other party would be so arrogant when he first came in.

The words just now made him angry from embarrassment.

"Shh."

Ethan stretched out his arm suddenly, his five slender fingers were like iron tongs, and grabbed the white boy fiercely.

"Boom."

The next moment, the boy was slammed into the wall.

As Ethan's arms pushed up, his body also rose all the way up, his face turned red and veins popped out.

He tried to grab Ethan's palm, but it was tightened tightly again.

For a while, I couldn't breathe.

"Yo."

A cheerful shout came from outside the door: "Lyle, I heard you have a beautiful boy here."

Along with the voice, three strong white men appeared at the door.

When they saw the white boy being pushed against the wall, they froze for a moment, what's going on, isn't it the other way around?
"boom."

Ethan let go, and the white boy named Lyle collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

Everyone is empty-handed, who is afraid of whom.

Three against one, the advantage is mine.

"Fake."

This simple math problem was quickly figured out by a few strong white men. Without any further hesitation, they rushed in cursing angrily, and threw their fists at Ethan.

The roaring fist was easily dodged by Ethan.

Raise your palms and pinch them into a hook shape.

With a swish, the arm slammed heavily against the ribs of the bald man in front, and the moment his fingertips fell, he could feel his flesh vibrating.

"Uh~~~"

Just as the strong man let out a cry of pain, Ethan pinned his head again.

The wrist exerted force, and there was a bang.

The big bald head slammed into the bed hard, staring at him immediately.

"Boom."

The fist swung out like lightning, hitting the chin of the man on the left with one punch, kicking straight with one foot, and kicking to the right with great momentum.

The cloth shoes issued by the prison were printed powerfully on the chest of the last person.

"Boom."

In the end, the man shook his arms wildly, took a few steps back, and fell to his knees.

His mouth opened, trying to suck in air.

But there were bursts of sharp pain in his chest, and he fell powerlessly to the side.

Outside the door, an orange-red shadow swayed.

Atwater heard the movement and walked over quickly. When he saw the three people lying on the ground, he quietly gave Ethan a thumbs up, and then stepped over the person and walked outside as if he hadn't seen it.

Private fights actually happen quite often.

As long as the noise is not too big, the prison guards will usually pretend they didn't see anything.

There are so many people in a prison, and they can be beaten twice and sent to a solitary room because the room is not enough.

"How about it?"

Ethan smiled at the white boy and said, "I must be polite enough to you."

Looking at the few people struggling on the ground, Laila nodded frantically.

You are very polite.

"Now, let me tell you about my rules." Ethan kicked the bald man away, and said to the white boy, "As long as I'm in the room, you're not allowed to go to the bathroom. Once, once."

"When you sleep, don't snore."

"Hit once, beat once."

"It's okay, don't bother me, annoy me once, kick me once."

Seeing the three people struggling to get up, the white boy nodded his head with difficulty. Where did this monster come from, and he brought Yam and the others down in less than ten seconds.

Yam and the others are number one in this prison.

In front of this person, it is like a toy.

No matter what the request is, I can only agree to it now. As for what to do in the future, let's think about it slowly.

"Clean up."

Ethan pointed to the quilt that he just casually threw on the lower bunk and said casually, "By the way, help me lay it up and make it tidy."

"Thank you."

He patted the aggrieved white boy and walked out of the cell.

(End of this chapter)