Hong Kong Island has successively experienced a wave of population migration, which has increased from 600,000 to 1.75 million.
The massive increase in the migrant population has brought a large number of laborers here, catering to the rapid economic development here to a certain extent.
While the increase in population has led to a leap in social economy, it has also given rise to a lot of darkness.
In Hong Kong Island in the 1950s and 1960s, heroes emerged together.
Countless people have smuggled themselves to Hong Kong Island in order to make a living, and many young people from poor backgrounds have made their way through the rivers and lakes.
Start a life from scratch.
The rules of survival from adapting to dominating the city.
Gray industries such as flower stalls and gambling stalls are blooming everywhere in this place where every inch of land is precious.
They always firmly believe that as long as you are brave enough to venture in and risk your life, there will be a world that belongs to you!
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1984.
Stanley Prison.
Prisoners wearing yellow-brown prison uniforms walked slowly around the playground, enjoying this short and rare time to relax.
The middle of the playground.
A middle-aged man wearing homemade silver solid sunglasses was sitting on the ground, holding an erhu in his hand and starting to hum to the tune.
"How many close friends are there in this world, and how many friendships can last forever."
As he started, many prisoners started singing to his tune.
"How many close friends are there in this world, and how many friendships can last forever. Today I say goodbye to you and shake hands with each other. Our friendship will always be in our hearts."
"There is a temporary separation today, but we will definitely be able to get together. Even if we cannot meet, we will always be friends."
The chorus of hundreds of people resounded in the prison playground.
The prison guards wearing uniforms and holding batons did not stop them. Instead, they hummed along quietly, enjoying themselves.
Ji Bu sat next to the middle-aged man, looked at the scene around him, and then looked at the familiar middle-aged face. Isn't this Zhong Tianzheng?
He couldn't help but think of the plot in "Prison Storm".
The song ends.
"Brother Zheng!"
Ji Bu immediately came over, stretched out his hand to take the erhu in his hand, and said with a smile: "I can't tell it normally, but brother Zheng, you are so good at playing the erhu."
"Can't you tell?"
Zhong Tianzheng lay directly on the ground with his hands on the back of his head, his legs crossed, his toes hooked in his slippers, shaking slowly:
"I have been in prison for too long. I am self-taught and amuse myself."
"Ha ha."
Ji Bu smiled apologetically when he heard this, and looked at Zhong Tianzheng's familiar face seriously: "By the way, I don't know why you came in?"
"Um"
When Zhong Tianzheng was asked about this topic, he paused and pondered for a moment, with a somewhat self-deprecating tone:
"Before I went to prison, I was lazy and idle all day long. I even gambled, and I lost all my family's money."
"During the Chinese New Year, my family didn't have a penny. In order to supplement the family income, my wife went out to sell things behind my back, but I broke her on the spot."
"I thought she was stealing someone behind my back, and I accidentally killed her during the argument!"
A trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, and he laughed self-deprecatingly: "Haha, maybe it's karma."
"It's better to squat there for a few years and slowly wash away the sins on your body."
He controlled his emotions very well. He pushed up the sunglasses on his nose and looked at Ji Bu: "By the way, what did your kid commit? You were sentenced to twenty years."
"I?"
Under Zhong Tianzheng's rhetorical question, Ji Bu showed an expression of reminiscence. He fell into deep thought, integrating the memories in his mind.
Strictly speaking.
Ji Bu is a person who does not belong to this world. He is a time traveler who comes from the world fifty years later.
In his previous life, he came from a martial arts family. He practiced martial arts since childhood and won the national martial arts championship when he was 18 years old.
He graduated from the police academy at the age of 23 and became a glorious front-line worker in fighting flour crime, charging on the dangerous front line.
Three days ago.
During a crime-fighting operation, criminals resisted arrest with guns.
Ji Bu was unfortunately shot during the pursuit, and when he woke up again, he had already traveled into this body.
This body had just been imprisoned a week ago. When he came in, because he disobeyed the rules of the prison and was unwilling to serve as a urinal for the boss of the prison, he was beaten to the ground and was dying.
It was Zhong Tianzheng, a good old man, who couldn't stand it any longer, so he came forward to beg for help, which was how he was saved.
It was at this time that Ji Bu traveled through time.
Ji Bu was very unlucky.
This body has a criminal record, and he is not a good person. He is a bad guy who is good at gambling. He owes a lot of debts and was sentenced to twenty years in prison for committing the crime.
It can be said that the hell level difficulty has started.
Ji Bu's family background is also very simple.
Qidian was born in an orphanage. There was also an older brother in the orphanage, but he disappeared for several years and there was no news.
If you insist on finding any advantages, it might be that this body is of good height, about 1.82 meters, and looks quite handsome.
But what's the use of being handsome compared to twenty years in prison?
Twenty years.
Only a few days had passed, and Ji Bu once doubted his life and wished he could do it all over again.
After traveling through time and being imprisoned for twenty years, I have no experience of traveling back in time. Every day is just like being in prison.
Oh no, this is fucking jail.
"Damn, let's hit the street!"
Zhong Tianzheng saw that Ji Bu had not spoken for a long time and had an expression of thinking and reminiscing. He couldn't help but laughed and cursed: "It's all in here. What have you committed that you can't talk about?"
Just then.
A sharp whistle sounded.
It's time to let out some air.
"Everyone stand up and go back to prison!"
All the prisoners stood up, and the people in their respective cells formed several teams consciously, gathered together and walked to the cells.
Ji Bu, who was 1.82 meters tall, followed Zhong Tianzheng and mingled with the group of prisoners, moving with the group.
Exit to the playground.
Killer Xiong, the correctional section chief in uniform, stood at the exit with his hands behind his back and a serious smile, his eyes coldly sweeping over the many prisoners.
The right hand behind his back swings the baton in his hand from time to time, majestically.
"Oh shit!"
Zhong Tianzheng turned sideways and whispered to Ji Bu behind him: "Look at Killer Xiong's face, it seems like someone owes him millions."
"You have to be careful. This Poujie is a mad dog. He has been chopped down by bad guys before, so he is very hostile to us. Anyone in the prison can provoke him, but don't provoke him."
"Everyone speed up!"
Killer Hero shouted in anger, and the team's movement speed immediately increased.
soon.
Ji Bu followed the team and passed by Killer Xiong.
"9931!"
Killer Xiong pointed at Ji Bu without any warning: "You, come out."
9931.
Ji Bu's prison number.
"I?"
Ji Bu subconsciously pointed at himself.
"9931!"
Killer Xiong's eyes widened and he scolded in a deep voice: "Tell me, what is the correct answer when called upon by the superior!"
Ji Bu opened his mouth and said nothing, muttering in his heart, "Who am I asking you to ask?"
"Sorry Sir!"
When Zhong Tianzheng saw that Ji Bu was silent, he immediately stood up and said, "Report, Abu just came in and didn't understand the rules. He didn't mean to offend the superior."
"9527!"
Killer Xiong glanced at Zhong Tianzheng's number 9527 coldly, and scolded in a cold voice: "You have nothing to do here."
"Sorry Sir."
Zhong Tianzheng quickly lowered his head.
"snort!"
Killer Xiong snorted coldly and stopped looking at him. He turned around and walked outside: "9931, follow me to the discipline department."