Son-in-law's Romantic Life

Initially, he thought that he would be a prison mate living in the same cell in the future. Besides, I don't have much time left to live anymore. There's no harm in getting on good terms with a prison mate.    

That was why he gave this fellow a cigarette.    

But he didn't expect this man to be so greedy. Forget about a cigarette, he actually wanted a pack.    

The lighter that I was about to hand over was also withdrawn. Along with the pack of cigarettes, it was stuffed into my pocket.    

That meaning is very clear, you go and chew the tobacco yourself.    

Seeing my attitude, the burly man instantly flew into a rage. His dark face looked exceptionally ferocious, and his gaze looked like that of a ferocious beast.    

"F * ck you, didn't you hear that? You're courting death, aren't you?" With a furious roar, that brawny man pounced over, wanting to snatch the cigarette from my body. However, my reaction was faster, and I dodged in a flash.    

That fellow didn't manage to snatch the cigarette from me. Perhaps because he felt embarrassed, he raised a leg and kicked me in the stomach.    

As expected, is this still the case?    

In this world, no matter where one went, only the strong would receive respect.    

The weak will always be bullied.    

Since that's the case, then don't blame laozi for being impolite.    

A cold glint flashed across his eyes. Although he was still handcuffed, he still extended his hand like lightning and grabbed the ankle of the strong man. In the next second, the strong man's entire body was flung away by me.    

His body was like a cannonball as he crashed straight into the iron door.    

With a clank, the guy's head immediately came into close contact with the metal door. His body fell to the ground and he screamed loudly.    

When his head hit the metal door, that kind of feeling would definitely not be good. His head was bleeding.    

That scene made the other four people's expressions change. The expressions on their faces were quite ugly.    

Heh, looks like there really is a character who is not to be trifled with in this cell.    

As for me, with a cigarette in my mouth, I slowly walked towards that brawny man. The shackles on my feet rubbed against the ground, producing a series of crashing sounds.    

I raise a leg and step on this man's body. My body that was just raised slightly once again smashed onto the ground.    

This man struggled desperately, but my right foot was like a thousand pound drop, pressing down on that man's body. No matter how hard this man struggled, he was unable to break free.    

His body also squatted down. The cigarette in his hand was shaking continuously in front of this man, as if it could pierce this man's face at any time.    

"Hey, trash."    

"Remember this. Although I don't really want to fight, I'm not afraid of fighting either. Do you understand? In the future, be honest with me." I asked coldly.    

In the end, that man only stared at me with a pair of scarlet eyes.    

That appearance clearly showed that he wasn't convinced.    

Not convinced, right?    

I grinned hideously. I hugged the man's head with both hands and raised it high. In the next second, it smashed onto the ground with a bang.    

A dull sound came from the hard floor.    

In the prison, this was definitely the fastest way to kill a person.    

"Do you understand?"    

That man finally gave in and said in a hoarse voice, "I understand."    

Nonsense. His brain was bleeding. Did he not understand?    

Well, the effect was pretty good. He had shown off his strength. In the future, if other people wanted to cause trouble for me, I might have to think twice.    

He lies down on the bed again.    

The people on top could not help it in the end.    

"Hey, bro, how did you get in here?" One of the men who looked to be in his forties asked me.    

"I killed someone."    

I'm not stingy either. As long as he doesn't take the initiative to cause trouble for me, I won't be too cold. The remaining four people each have a cigarette.    

Each of them held a cigarette, and their faces were filled with excitement. They kept sniffing under their noses. It had been many years since they had smelled such a scent.    

They got up from the bed and came up to me. They lit the cigarette, and the cell was filled with a pungent smell of smoke.    

"Hehe, did you kill someone? It's normal. To be frank, those who can enter this cell have more or less some lives on their hands. "    

"By the way, how many people did you kill?"    

"I'm not sure. When the judge sentenced them, he said 147."    

"Oh, 147. Sure, brother... What? 147? " Those few people finally reacted. What kind of number did they hear from me?    

They only saw the expressions on those people's faces become quite strange. They were stunned, and the cigarettes in their hands almost fell to the ground.    

147?    

Did they hear it wrong?    

F * ck.    

No wonder he was so ruthless.    

No wonder he was treated this way when he came in. It turned out that he was carrying 147 lives on his back.    

Such a ferocious fellow was one of a kind even in this prison.    

"Holy f * ck! You've killed 147 people, yet you're still not directly shot to death, and you're even sent here?"    

Even if these people were a group of people whose hands were stained with blood, the crimes that they bore were enough for me to die a few hundred times over.    

"I don't know. Maybe those people want to dig out more things that they don't know about from me. " Shrugging my shoulders, I said.    

They looked at each other and could see the fear in each other's eyes.    

147 is enough, but from the looks of this brat, what the court knows is only a portion of it. This fellow really wants to kill even more people?    

The same murderer would also feel a chill run down his spine.    

In front of this kind of killing devil, their actions were simply child's play.    

"My name is Ye Chen. By the way, I still don't know your names." I asked.    

"Lin Dongyang." Apart from the brawny man, the first person who spoke to me introduced himself.    

"I am an old farmer because of the house in my home. It was forcefully torn down by the village committee, and even my old mother died inside. Thus, I used my axe and sickle to chop the village chief to death. Two families of the village secretary, thirteen people. "    

"Damn it, I did this all by myself. Those guys insisted that I had an accomplice, so they threw me here." An honest and honest man.    

However, one must never doubt that when such an honest man was forced into a corner, the things he could do were even more terrifying.