Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

Morocco. Piccolo, like himself, will also be sent to prison tomorrow.

As long as he thought about going to jail, Chen Zhao would have a headache.

Go to jail...live in jail...

Chen Zhao was becoming more and more anxious at this moment.

Morocco huddled in the corner, and he felt that Chen Zhao's look was a bit scary.

Even the air in the holding cell became oppressive.

Morocco curled up like this all night.

Because Chen Zhao didn't sleep all night, he just sat on the bed like that.

The next day, Chen Zhao and Morocco were sent to the escort vehicle.

Heading to a suburban prison.

Chen Zhao's hands and feet were shackled.

According to American prison rules, murderers need to be shackled when transferring prisoners.

So Chen Zhao was honored to wear the shackles.

Morocco glanced at Chen Zhao, who was in the same car with him.

I secretly prayed in my heart that I would never be in the same cell with Chen Zhao again.

Otherwise, you will be in big trouble.

After arriving at the prison, the early warning officer unshackled Chen Zhao's hands and feet, and he changed into orange prison uniform.

Then he was sent to the prison cell.

Coincidentally, when Morocco saw Chen Zhao walking into the prison, his expression almost made him cry.

"Hi Morocco, we meet again."

"Haha...what a coincidence." Morocco was about to cry without tears.

Fortunately, Chen Zhao was not as irritable as he was in the detention center.

At least when Morocco didn't provoke him, Chen Zhao didn't bother to take it out on him.

"Morocco, how long is the sentence for intentional homicide?"

Morocco clicked, he couldn't be some kind of murderer, right?

"It depends on the plot."

"Just shooting someone in the head in the street."

"At least ten years."

When Chen Zhao heard Morocco's answer, he had already begun to think about how to escape.

It's troublesome...

At this time, a ringing bell came from outside the cell.

"What is this sound?" Chen Zhao asked.

When Morocco heard this voice, he felt relaxed and explained: "It's lunch time."

At this time, the electronic door clicked and opened.

Chen Zhao and Morocco walked out of the cell together.

The prison cafeteria is a hodgepodge.

There are all kinds of people.

Of course, Chen Zhao is also one of all kinds of people.

Chen Zhao was holding the plate. The prisoner responsible for loading the food looked up at Chen Zhao.

Newcomer? The prisoner casually gave Chen Zhao some food.

Chen Zhao was unhappy with this attitude, even though Chen Zhao didn't care about the amount of food.

Forget it, he's already in jail, so just keep a low profile.

Chen Zhao found Morocco's seat. Moroccan saw Chen Zhao sit down and immediately gave Chen Zhao the chicken legs on his plate.

"No, you eat." Chen Zhao said calmly.

But at this moment, a big man came over, reached out and took the chicken legs from Chen Zhao's plate and ate them.

"This is not yours."

The big man lowered his head and glanced at Chen Zhao: "Newcomer, you don't seem to understand what this place is."

Bullying newcomers is a prison rule.

Whether domestic or foreign, the rules are the same.

(As a prison veteran, Han Bao has a lot of research and affection for prisons. After all, Han Bao has lived in prison for fifteen years...of course, not because of crime.)

"This is a prison, a place for bastards."

"Haha... You also know that this is a place for bastards, so you should know that I am a bastard." The big man put his hand on Chen Zhao's head and patted it gently.

Snapped--

Chen Zhao had already placed the plate on the big man's face.

All the prisoners looked at Chen Zhao.

But no one was surprised. There was a fight almost every day here.

Not even the prison guards were surprised.

So they didn't bother to fight.

Of course, if anyone strikes too hard, they will be put in solitary confinement.

The big guy got up and wiped the food on his face with a fierce look on his face.

"Zombie, I'm going to kill you!"

After saying that, the big man pounced on Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao reached out and grabbed the big man's chest and slapped it heavily on the ground.

Bang——

The entire cafeteria could hear the sound of the big man making close contact with the ground.

"I forgot to tell you, I also have a lot of research on killing. Maybe we can discuss it." Chen Zhao said with a faint smile.

The big man reached out to scratch Chen Zhao, but his limbs seemed to be a little out of reach.

Suddenly, Chen Zhao was hit hard on the back of the head.

Chen Zhao turned his head and saw that a black man had hit him.

Chen Zhao reached out and pushed forward. The black man fell three or four meters and sat heavily on the ground.

But another person came up to attack Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao raised his hand and threw it again, hitting the big man's body.

Another person seeking death, another...

Chen Zhao used one move after another, all piled up on the big man's body.

After knocking down six of them in a row, no one continued to attack Chen Zhao.

At this moment, the prison guard standing in the corridor on the second floor knocked on the iron railing with his baton.

"Stop it, you bastards, don't ask for trouble."

Prison guards also enjoy watching fights, but they try to stop them before they escalate.

Chen Zhao directly took away the lunches of the six prisoners he knocked down, and ate all six lunches in front of everyone.

Morocco looked at Chen Zhao with wide eyes.

This guy can not only fight, but he can also eat.

In prison, there are generally three types of prisoners.

One kind is that there are gangs outside, and they will form their own small groups after entering the prison.

This kind of force basically makes other prisoners unwilling to provoke them, and they will not take the initiative to provoke other prisoners.

There is also a category that is more capable of fighting. They gather a group of people. They will not provoke those small groups, but they will provoke newcomers and some who are easier to bully.

The third category is those who are easy to bully, and there are people like Chen Zhao who look easy to bully.

Of course, after this battle, no one will think so again.

Although a prisoner like Big Man was taught a lesson by Chen Zhao.

However, this kind of thing is too common in prisons, and bullying comes and goes.

There is no life-or-death feud. After this time, they may not become friends, but they will not become enemies either.

Like those in movies and TV shows, where someone is repaired and then stabbed with a knife, it basically won't happen in reality.

The prisoner is not a fool and cannot seek death on his own.

In prison, there are not many prisoners who would want to die with each other just because they were beaten.

Chen Zhao suddenly slapped his head. Damn it, I can be paroled for medical treatment.

These bastards should have been beaten up just now and then released on medical parole.

Morocco, who was sitting opposite Chen Zhao, was startled. He didn't know why Chen Zhao suddenly reacted like this.

Chen Zhao looked at the big guys with a look of resentment.

The big man and others couldn't help but trembled when they saw Chen Zhao's eyes.

Bastard, is that Asian not going to let me and others go?