I killed the film and television world

Chapter 11 My name is Ah Ren, a kind person

I heard that Hua Gu and her gang were preparing to attack Qiu Gangao.

The prisoners queuing at the back stopped making noise and started laughing and joking instead.

You know, there is a chain of contempt in Stanley Prison.

Except for criminal prisoners in some special cases.

Former police officers who have committed crimes are the most disliked by the prisoners.

Especially people like Qiu Gangao, who were once rising stars in the police force.

In the past, he was very successful in the outside world and had caught countless thieves. He climbed up the ladder by stepping on the heads of countless criminals.

He has offended too many prisoners. Now that he is imprisoned in Stanley Prison, one can imagine what kind of revenge he will face.

The most glorious serious crime squad led by Qiu Gangao in the past, now everyone is in a very embarrassing, even miserable situation.

However, the prisoners in Stanley are accustomed to such things and have no sympathy for the other party at all.

Hua Gu instructed the man with the flowery arms, "Alang, you stay at the door. Remember to shout if anyone comes."

Then he called the rest of the people to push the door and enter the prison's public bathhouse.

The man with tattooed arms was standing by, having nothing to do, so he started chatting with other prisoners who were ready to watch the show.

The man with tattooed arms said casually, but when he turned around and saw Song Ren standing quietly on the side, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at him, raised his chin towards him teasingly, and said, "Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu."

Song Ren turned his head and glanced at him, but ignored him.

The man with the tattooed arms came over and patted his shoulder with the back of his hand: "Hey, can't you hear me talking to you? You're standing here pretending to be a zombie."

Song Ren pushed his hand away and frowned: "What's the matter?"

The tattooed man looked her up and down and said, "She has a nice figure. What's her name?"

Song Ren glanced around. The prison guards outside the prison area were far away from here and there were obstructions to their vision, so they probably couldn't see clearly what was happening here.

As he thought about it, he casually replied, "Aren."

The man with the tattooed arms teased, "Ah Ren? Who is Ah Ren? The good guy?"

The prisoners around him apparently heard the sarcasm in the words and chuckled a few times.

"..."

Song Ren didn't say anything, but glanced at the prisoners around him.

They all formed a circle around the place, looking as if they were watching a good show.

Seeing that Song Ren ignored him, the man with tattooed arms immediately slapped his shoulders with the back of his hand and cursed fiercely, "Who the hell are you talking to? Who is Ren? Are you deaf?"

Song Ren looked at him deeply and said calmly, "Merciful Ren."

The man with the flower arms couldn't help but grin: "A kind person?"

Song Ren chuckled back, "Yes, because I am a kind person."

When the tattooed man heard Song Ren admit it himself, he couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter: "Hey, hey, hey, you're still talking so seriously!"

"Do you know where this is? This is Stanley Prison!"

"You said you were a kind person in prison. Haha, are you making me laugh?"

The prisoners around were also inspired by the atmosphere and laughed out loud, making jokes:
"Alang, the new guy is so kind, you can't bully him."

"You know what, this guy has delicate skin and looks very kind."

"Ah Ren, you——"

boom! ! !
The laughter suddenly stopped.

The man with tattoos who was originally laughing with his hands on his hips stopped laughing. He was kicked suddenly in the stomach, his back arched high, and his whole body was almost broken in half by the kick, with his toes floating off the ground.

The figure flew backwards and violently knocked down the iron door of the public bathhouse, and was finally thrown several meters away before rolling to the ground.

At his feet was a mouthful of blood that the man with tattoos vomited in mid-air.

The situation on the field changed suddenly, and in an instant, the scene fell into dead silence.

The prisoners around them seemed to be strangled by the throat, stretching their necks and staring blankly at the scene. Gulp!

I don't know who was swallowing uncontrollably.

Song Ren turned his head and asked with a chuckle, "I said I'm a kind person, who else objects?"

"..."

The prisoners gathered at the door fell silent.

Especially when he met Song Ren's eyes that were always smiling, he felt his scalp tingling more and more.

Kicking someone down and kicking them away are definitely two different concepts.

Didn’t you see that Alang with tattooed arms was lying on the ground, motionless?

This kick looks painful...

With blood on the scene, it was only a matter of time before it attracted the attention of the prison guards.

Song Ren walked into the empty bathhouse, stood in front of the flower-armed Alang who had just taken a breath, squatted down and asked:

"My name is Ren, who do you think my Ren is?"

Flower-armed Alang still had blood foam in his mouth. He looked at Song Ren, who had a bad look on his face, and felt even colder all over. He stammered, "Ren, Brother Ren, your Ren means, is it the kind Ren?"

Pa~!

A crisp and pleasant slap was thrown, and Song Ren wiped the blood off the other person's body: "I think you are laughing at me, I'll give you another chance."

Huabi Alang's cheeks were burning with pain, and he spoke in a muffled voice, shrinking back and saying: "Brother Ren, no, didn't you say that your Ren is the kind Ren..."

Snapped!
Song Ren wiped the flower-armed Alang's body again: "Do you think I look like a kind person?"

Flower-armed Alang said weakly: "Like?"

Snapped!
Song Ren: "Resemble?"

The face of Ah Lang with flower arms was already swollen, and his voice was unclear, with a tearful tone: "No, it doesn't look like it."

Snapped!
Huabi Alang spat out blood foam: "Ren, Brother Ren, I'll beat you no matter how you look like me or how you look like me..."

Song Ren: "Because you are right."

Flower Arm Alang: "..."

Song Ren ignored him, stood up and went into the bathing room in the inner part of the bathhouse.

There were six or seven prisoners wearing only bath towels gathered at the door, watching the show and cheering from time to time.

It was quite lively in here, the shower was still running, and the sounds of cheering and cheering were loud.

No wonder there was such a big commotion outside, but no one inside noticed.

Song Ren unceremoniously pushed aside the prisoners blocking the door: "Make way."

The prisoners who were pushed away suddenly got a little angry: "Fuck, why are you pushing so hard!"

But Song Ren only left them his back and walked straight inside.

Qiu Gangao was covered in bruises. Hua Gu and her gang were all veterans in the society. Although their martial arts skills were average, they were good at fighting.

Especially in a group fight like this, they would bully Qiu Gangao who was powerless against four people with his two fists, and would use dirty tricks whenever they got the chance.

Song Ren stood five meters away and smiled at Qiu Gangao who was at the innermost position: "Brother Ao, you are so embarrassed? Can you handle it?"

Qiu Gangao also saw Song Ren and was stunned for a moment.

This was the first time in his three years in prison that someone dared to interfere in his affairs.

Even the fierce ghosts who were more caring towards him would never interfere directly.

Because his previous identity as a police officer was too sensitive, directly intervening to help him would almost be tantamount to going against the vast majority of the inmates in the prison.

It can even be said that the more you help, the worse the situation will become.

(End of this chapter)