When he came out of the confinement room, Yang Yi not only did not look listless, but became more energetic.

He ate well, slept soundly, exercised well, and read magazines, which was much more comfortable than being in his cell.

This time, Yang Yi was sent back to his cell directly. When Yang Yi entered the door, Zhang Yong lazily said: "I'm back, are you comfortable staying in the confinement room?"

“It’s very comfortable.”

Zhang Yong just thought Yang Yi was making fun of himself. He waved his hand and said, "I asked you to grab food, but I didn't let you create such a big scene. Will the rubber bullet taste bad, right?"

If you want to talk about what Yang Yi was most painful these days, it was the pain caused to him by the rubber bullet. It would be fine if Zhang Yong didn't say it, but as soon as he said it, he immediately felt that the place where the rubber bullet hit began to hurt.

"It hurts so much, it hurts me so much."

Yang Yi took off his shirt and looked at it. His chest was still purple and his blood stasis could not be removed for a short time, and it hurts as soon as he touched it.

After putting on the clothes again, Yang Yi pulled out two magazines from his pants and threw them to Zhang Yong, saying, "Give it, good stuff."

"Oh, that's great, I don't even have this treatment."

Yang Yi sat on the bed, hesitating whether to tell Zhang Yong about the matter of getting rid of Irving, but after hesitating for a little, he decided to say it anyway.

"I've gotten Owen done."

"Hmm? How to get it done."

"Hundred thousand dollars."

"It's expensive, if you buy it, you can get it at most 10,000 yuan. Are you too rich or stupid?"

“One year.”

"Oh, it's better in a year, but it's still expensive. You can get it at most 30,000 yuan. This is a prison. It's normal for prisoners to fight. Even if the dead are dead, no one cares. Of course, no one can stand it if the dead are dead. But there is no need for you to beat people to death, so it's definitely still expensive for 100,000 yuan."

Yang Yi said helplessly: "Okay, I'll just open the price higher. I have no experience. I will give you 20,000 US dollars with just one mouth, 100,000 yuan. Damn, I'm losing to death."

Zhang Yong turned his gaze away from the magazine and looked at Yang Yi and said, "Just pay for your experience."

Yang Yi smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, can you help me find a phone number? I want to make a phone number."

"You didn't just call Owen, why did you come back to me?"

"I want to play the captain, keep it confidential."

"I understand, I'll give it to you tomorrow."

Zhang Yong continued to turn on magazines again, and Yang Yi couldn't help but say, "What are you doing today? Are you not practicing anymore?"

"You practice yourself, I won't practice with you anymore. I'm reading magazines. Tomorrow you will continue to make trouble. Don't break someone's arm, and don't get too serious injuries. You must be able to receive and receive freely. Ordinary prison guards sometimes don't care about it. As long as the beating prisoner doesn't sue you, there will be nothing. But don't beat him in the cafeteria, just hit him when he is out of the way."

Yang Yi immediately said confidently: "Okay, go and hit someone when you are freeing the wind, that's it."

"Don't forget to continue begging."

"Damn, why begging? Don't say it's so ugly?"

"Not begging?"

"You said you would die if you robbed food. I am not a beggar, what kind of food I want."

"Now beggars don't want food, they all need money."

"You're idle, are you?"

Yang Yi stayed in the lockdown room for three days and missed Zhang Yong a little. Now that he is back, there is nothing else to do. It feels good to chat with Zhang Yong.

He was imprisoned for three days for three days, so Yang Yi just returned to the cell after lunch time, which means he still had a dinner to eat and could find something to do while eating. However, this time, he couldn't break someone else's arm, which was too bad. Irving was not easy to deal with.

I chatted with Zhang Yong for an afternoon, and when it was time for dinner, Yang Yi set out in a full spirit.

When he arrived at the restaurant, Zhang Yong still found a place to sit by himself, while Yang Yi stood next to the line with a plate.

This time, someone stood with the fat man and Yang Yi, but no one grinned at Yang Yi anymore. Two Latinos and one white man, they all collected food for their boss, but Yang Yi now has the right to collect food with them.

This is what it was made.

The food chain is basically fixed, and each gang has its own fixed food source. Yang Yi either snatches things from other gangs or opens up new food sources by himself.

Now that Yang Yi has defeated a black gang, the food that was originally handed over to that black gang will naturally be handed over to Yang Yi, which is like a gang grabbing territory.

A black man walked up to Yang Yi and obediently handed over the most essence of food on his plate to Yang Yi. It was the same for him to give it to anyone, but he couldn't lose it anyway.

After a while, another black man handed over his food to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi was very satisfied with this, and at this moment, a Mexican who looked big and fierce, walked over with a plate.

This Mexican grabbed a few younger brothers, who were a little bit powerful and would not be bullied casually, but did not have gangs. The most important thing is that he had scolded Yang Yi.

"Hi, you!"

Yang Yi stretched out his hand, hooked his finger at the Mexican man, and then he said in a deep voice: "Give me your food!"

Yang Yi felt it was time to take action, but he didn't expect that the Mexican looked at him, then obediently put the food on his plate on Yang Yi, then lowered his head and left without saying a word.

Yang Yi was a little surprised. He thought he would only be able to defeat him.

At this moment, a white man walked up to Yang Yi. After he took the initiative to put the food on his plate on Yang Yi's plate, he said with a flattering smile: "Hello, hello."

After reaching out without hitting the smiling person, Yang Yi said with a stern face: "What?"

The white man took out two boxes of cigarettes, then said with a look of hope, "This is for you, can I follow you? I understand the rules. It's so troublesome to hold the plate here in person. I can do things for you."

Yang Yi suddenly realized that someone had defected to him.

"Well, what's the name? What's the crime that came in?"

"My name is Kerry, stealing, robbing, and hurting people. I was sentenced to fifteen years in prison and have served six years in prison."

Yang Yi nodded, and then he said in a deep voice: "I will protect you from now on and be smarter in doing things."

Kerry nodded repeatedly and smiled, "Thank you, thank you, boss."

Yang Yi held the plate, and Cry happily put two boxes of cigarettes in Yang Yi's trouser pocket, and then he said with a smile: "Boss, please sit down, of course I will do this?"

Yang Yi felt very beautiful. Now, he has a bad guy to serve him. This kind of thing is very pleasant and very happy.
Chapter completed!