Demons Beside You (The Demons Beside Me)

Chen Zhao was very depressed.

Because after the fight, he originally wanted to continue to provoke the big guys.

But they were all scared.

This seems to be different from what I know.

Chen Zhao wants to be beaten.

But in this prison, no one is willing to fight with Chen Zhao.

This resulted in Chen Zhao not having much appetite during dinner and feeling unhappy while eating.

"Boss Chen, are you full?" Morocco asked, "Do you want me to help you prepare some more food?"

"No need." Chen Zhao was in a very unhappy mood and kept staring at the big guys.

The big man and others kept their heads down, not daring to make any contact with Chen Zhao's eyes.

"Boss Chen, there is a boxing match here tonight."

"What boxing match?" Chen Zhao asked with some confusion.

"It's organized by prison guards, and the contestants are all serious criminals."

Chen Zhao is not a serious criminal, he is only a suspect now.

Until he is convicted, he is not considered a real resident here.

In general prisons, felons and ordinary prisoners live separately, and they only go together when eating and relaxing.

"Nothing will happen?"

"Of course something will happen, and a few will die on stage every year." Morocco said, "But so what."

Yes, so what, even in a country with relatively sound laws like the United States, there will still be a lot of darkness.

"But the prison guards can't force you to participate in this kind of event, right?"

"Prison guards have many options. Which of those serious criminals doesn't want to have their sentences reduced? Every time they commute their sentences, they need the prison to issue a sentence assessment form, and the prison guards have absolute decision-making power on this form."

"Are you familiar with this prison?"

"I came here at least six times, and the longest one was for two and a half years," Morocco said.

After Chen Zhao and Morocco had dinner, they returned to their cells.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, the sound of batons knocking on the door was heard outside the cell.

A prison guard looked inside: "Are you asleep?"

Neither Chen Zhao nor Morocco slept. Morocco replied: "No."

Just then, the cell door opened.

Knock knock——

The prison guard knocked on the door again and left.

"What does he mean?"

"They are asking us if we want to go. If we go, we can go to the cafeteria by ourselves. If we don't, we will close the door."

There are so many rules in this prison.

However, Chen Zhao still planned to go out to see the world, so he and Morocco went to the cafeteria.

At this time, the tables and chairs in the cafeteria had been pushed to the corner, and forty or fifty prisoners were standing on the tables and chairs nearby.

A dozen prison guards stood in front of the fence upstairs.

There was a short prisoner walking among the prisoners collecting gambling money.

This short prisoner is probably the prison guard's lackey.

Help the prison guards set up gambling and collect gambling funds.

Chen Zhao was quite surprised that these prisoners actually had cash.

And it's like a regular boxing match, with the host holding a microphone and explaining the two contestants to the audience and gamblers in the first round.

Chen Zhao heard that underground boxing matches were held without fists.

But the boxers in this prison boxing match are wearing them.

The rate of death and disability caused by not wearing gloves is too high. The prison guards probably won't make ten thousand dollars by organizing a boxing match.

But if a person dies, it will be very troublesome to go through all the procedures, which is a bit outweighing the gain.

Therefore, boxing matches are still conducted in a more formal manner, and there are referees.

Of course, it’s better to say it’s a boxing match than a free fight.

Most of the rules adopted are also the rules of free fighting. Except that you cannot poke the eyes or attack the lower body, all other attacks are allowed.

Chen Zhao originally thought he could see a bloody fight, but the result still disappointed him.

The kind of endless competition in movies and TV series did not appear.

Of course, it may also be because there is not much benefit.

"Boss Chen, do you want to buy some for fun?" The little prisoner came to Chen Zhao and asked.

"No money." Chen Zhao had everything in his space ring except cash.

"Boss Chen, I have it."

"Where did you get the money?"

Chen Zhao saw Morocco take out a stack of money, at least more than a thousand US dollars.

Chen Zhao had heard from Morocco that he even injured the clerk in order to rob a convenience store of several hundred dollars.

How come you can actually come up with more than a thousand dollars now?

Chen Zhao found it incredible.

"I came here this time to help people carry goods."

Chen Zhao was stunned for a moment. Is this guy helping people transport drugs to prison?

But Chen Zhao was too lazy to care about Morocco.

Morocco is not its own people.

Not even friends.

"How did you bring it in?" Chen Zhao asked curiously.

"butt."

"..."

Morocco helped Chen Zhao buy a hundred dollars of gambling money, and he also bought a hundred dollars himself.

"How much money can you make if you carry one shipment?"

"Ten thousand dollars."

Chen Zhao was speechless. He had to bring at least 50,000 US dollars worth of goods to get 10,000 US dollars in freight charges, right?

Although Chen Zhao is not in this business, he still has some understanding of the prices of these black industries.

After all, Chen Zhao occasionally purchases goods from them.

Morocco would have to have at least two thousand pills stuffed in its ass.

The game begins, and the two boxers in the ring are both death row prisoners.

When Chen Zhao heard about their information, he wanted to kill these two death row prisoners.

The two men in the ring fought very fiercely. They almost gave up their defense and used violent attacks to hurt each other.

To be honest, Chen Zhao probably killed more people than everyone present combined.

But Chen Zhao really didn't see what was so interesting about this kind of physical fight.

But the prisoners around him, including Morocco, were roaring hysterically, as if they were infected by the competition in the ring.

This game adopts the rule of one round to the end, with no pauses in the middle.

After ten minutes of fierce fighting, one of the men fell to the ground with a bloody face.

The winner is there with his hands raised and roaring to those around him.

Only Chen Zhao watched the game with a blank expression.

The surrounding audience also cheered in cooperation.

The winner looked around and suddenly saw Chen Zhao, who was facing all this indifferently.

The winner pointed his fist at Chen Zhao, and then made a provocative gesture.

Everyone looked at Chen Zhao.

"What does he mean?"

"Boss Chen, he is challenging you."

"Oh, so I can fight in the ring?"

"Of course, anyone is welcome to come to the ring and fight."

Chen Zhao walked under the ring and then jumped onto the ring.

The host introduced Chen Zhao very cooperatively, and also told Chen Zhao's record of defeating six people by himself this afternoon.

"Boss Chen, continue." Morocco threw a pair of gloves to Chen Zhao.