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"I have money. Brothers, as long as you let me go, I will give you money, beg you." Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the toilet, Chu Zehui finally collapsed and couldn't help begging for mercy loudly.

"Hehe, Master Chu, our group of people are all death row prisoners who cannot get out. What's the use of giving us more money? And who the hell doesn't know that you cherish your money as your life? When I gave your Chu family a guard, you made many tricks to deduct my salary." Erlaizi said coldly.

He never dreamed that one day he could control the fate of the second young master of the Chu family who was once arrogant, and every pore stood up.

"Second...Second Master, my wife was in charge of the company before, how could I deduct your salary? In this way, I will make up for it when I go back, and supply your family when I go back." Chu Zehui begged bitterly.

"If I have family members, can I still commit a death sentence? Okay, the second young master is pampered and he drinks red on weekdays. Today we will let him taste some yellow ones." Er Laizi waved his hand, and several prisoners raised Chu Zehui again.

Originally, they were bored in prison and had to fight each other to spend time. Now, a rich man who was completely different from them came suddenly. Under the influence of the anti-rich psychology, they naturally shared the same hatred for the enemy.

Chu Zehui's face was still above the toilet, and he was so smothered by the oncoming smell of urine that he couldn't open his eyes. You know, the personal hygiene of these prisoners was very problematic. How nauseous the urine they sprinkled was beyond Chu Zehui's imagination.

When his face was more than 20 centimeters away from the toilet, under extreme conditions, Chu Zehui suddenly showed amazing strength, and his hands were holding the edge of the toilet tightly, so strong that even those prisoners had no choice.

But just when Chu Zehui and the prisoners were in a stalemate, Er Laizi walked over with a smirk.

He grabbed Chu Zehui's hair. At this time, Chu Zehui was already in tears, partly because of fear, partly because of disgust, partly because of the pungent smell of urine.

Chu Zehui held his breath and did not dare to say anything. He felt that as long as he opened his mouth or started breathing, the stinky smell would enter his body through his mouth and nose. He looked at Erlaizi with a pleading look.

His eyes not only did not arouse Er Laizi's sympathy, but instead made him even more excited. He grabbed Chu Zehui's hair and pressed it down.

The desperate Chu Zehui could no longer hold on, and only felt a churning in his stomach. He opened his mouth and let out the food in his belly with a wow sound. But at the same time, his head was pressed into the pungent liquid, and the prisoners' very perverted laughter came to his ears.

Then, Chu Zehui lost consciousness.

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At the same time, Nanguang Women's Prison is also performing a scene of being humiliated.

Zhou Liping and Cai Yan were tied around their necks by several female prisoners with ropes, and were led in the narrow cell and kept spinning around. Their faces were covered with bruises, which were obviously beaten just now.

At the beginning, they were like Chu Zehui, with a completely arrogant attitude. After all, they were elegant ladies. But these female prisoners didn't care about so many things. Without saying a word, they just got beaten up.

The two of them were beaten so hard that they had to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, and the female prisoner began to let them perform.

When they heard about the performance, Zhou Liping and Cai Yan thought they were going to sing and dance. Although they were not particularly good at this, they thought they could surprise this group of female prisoners who had never seen anything. After all, Zhou Liping was a person who almost made her debut.

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