The cafeteria is very large, similar to a school cafeteria, but there are also many prisoners, making it extremely crowded. There are piles of people everywhere, and some of the three-person long chairs have five people squeezed into them.
There were many prisoners queuing up at the meal area. When Zhou Sen passed by, the prisoners immediately gave up their positions and Zhou Sen stood at the front.
Zhou Sen glanced at the food on the prisoner's plate in front of him: a bowl of rice, a spoonful of vegetarian vegetables, a fried chicken leg, an egg, and a green apple.
The color of the food looks pretty good and the portions are quite large, but the meat dish is just a chicken drumstick.
The people who served the food were also prisoners. They had actually prepared it in advance. The prisoners lined up just to receive it. When it was Zhou Sen's turn to receive it, the prisoner had a sinister smile on his lips and pulled down the fried chicken legs.
"What do you mean?" Clay, standing behind Zhou Sen, roared.
"If you say one more thing, I will cancel all the chicken legs in warehouse 11." The prisoner looked at Clay with contempt.
"You..." Clay's face turned red, and the veins on his neck bulged.
"Say it!" the prisoner knocked the spoon in his hand to challenge, and the spoon made a harsh sound on the iron basin.
"..." Clay glanced at Zhou Sen, clenched his teeth, lowered his head, and said no more.
"Our boss has spoken. As long as Zhou Sen causes trouble, all the chicken legs in warehouse 11 will be cancelled." The prisoner said proudly.
"Who gave you the right?!" Zhou Sen finally spoke. He felt that the prisoners behind him were waiting for him to speak. If he didn't speak at this time, life would be difficult in the future. After all, people
I have already bullied my superiors.
Suddenly, Zhou Sen thought of the old villain.
What would the old villain do if he were here?
No, if it were the prisoner Zhou Sen, what would he do?
Zhou Sen couldn't find the answer.
Now, the only thing Zhou Sen can do is to protect his rights through the prison system. Although the probability of success in this kind of rights protection is very low, he has to bite the bullet. After all, he can't be bullied anymore.
Say something.
"I, I, I..." The prisoner who was serving the meal was confused by Zhou Sen's questioning. He had thought of countless scripts, including Zhou Sen rehearsing the table, but he did not expect that the other party would actually ask such a question. This made him
All rehearsals were shattered.
"Give me a reason to cancel my chicken legs, otherwise, I will report it to the prison guard." Zhou Sen stared at the prisoner with a cold face, neither humble nor arrogant, but he was overjoyed in his heart. Judging from the prisoner's reaction, the order in the prison was
It's not out of control. At least, the rights stipulated in this system can still be guaranteed.
"snort!"
The prisoner who was serving the meal glanced at the prison guard in the distance, and let out a heavy cold snort from his nose. Then he slammed the pulled-out chicken leg into Zhou Sen's dinner plate.
"Remember, if I get a chance, I will break both of your legs and make you use a wheelchair for the rest of your life." When Zhou Sen left, he imitated the tone of the bad guy in the movie and said to the prisoner who was fetching food.
Scene words are always something to be said.
Zhou Sen took the dinner plate and left with his head held high.
"..."
Seeing Zhou Sen's leaving figure, the prisoner who was doing the meal shivered inexplicably.
"Zhou Sen, here." Just as Zhou Sen was looking for an empty seat, Master Dao waved to him in the distance.
"Master Dao."
Zhou Sen walked over, and the prisoner beside Mr. Dao quickly stood up and gave up his position.
"Someone is targeting you." Master Dao lowered his voice.
"What's the meaning?"
"Two things happened one after another today, which is a bit unusual. You have to be careful."
"Isn't it always like this in prison?" Zhou Sen looked confused.
"It has always been like this, but you are not included in it, because in Mogan Prison, no one will take the initiative to provoke you, only you provoke others, and today, even the cook provokes you. This matter
It’s not that simple anymore.”
"Then...then what should I do?" Zhou Sen suddenly panicked.
"It wouldn't be a problem if you didn't lose your power, but the problem is that now you have not only lost your power, you have also lost your memory. You can't even remember who your enemies are. You can't tell the difference between us and the enemy, so you have to be careful.
There is no way at all." Mr. Dao sighed.
"What power do I have?" Zhou Sen couldn't help but asked curiously.
"You really don't remember anything?" Master Dao smiled bitterly.
"I don't remember." Zhou Sen shook his head and complained secretly. It's strange that he remembered.
"If your power is not limited, this prison will be useless to you. Even if your power is limited to basic strength, few prisoners in Mogan Prison here will dare to provoke you." Dao Ye said.
"It's papery..." Zhou Sen once again expressed doubts, because he really couldn't imagine that human power could destroy this impregnable prison.
"Yes, it is extremely vulnerable to a single blow." Mr. Dao nodded affirmatively.
…
The meal was uneventful, and after finishing the meal, a group of prisoners returned to their cells.
After returning to Warehouse No. 11, Zhou Sen felt empty when looking at the old villain's empty bed. When the old villain was around, Zhou Sen didn't have to worry about anything. Everything in the warehouse was arranged by the old villain.
, now that the old villain has gone to the hospital, he is a little at a loss.
Will the old villain die?
Won't!
Zhou Sen was sure that although the sharp weapon in the hands of the capable young man stabbed the old villain in the chest, it was close to the shoulder blade and did not hit the heart, so it was not fatal. He believed that the old villain would not die.
Zhou Sen also believes that a mature guy like the old villain will never give up his life for others. When he sacrificed his life to block the knife, he must have weighed the danger.
"60752, come out!"
Just as Zhou Sen was thinking wildly, two prison guards walked to the door of No. 11 Warehouse, and the iron door of the prison cell opened with a clang.
"Boss, I'm calling you!" Clay reminded in a low voice.
"Call me..." Zhou Sen was stunned.
"Yes, your number is 60752."
Only then did Zhou Sen react and quickly got out of bed and walked out. The two prison guards looked at each other and were very satisfied with Zhou Sen's cooperative attitude.
Under the escort of two prison guards, Zhou Sen dragged his shackles past the cells one after another. The prisoners in the cells were all leaning on the iron railings and staring at Zhou Sen. Zhou Sen felt inexplicably flustered.
Are you going to be hanged now?
Probably not!
It can't be so unlucky! It was said to be eight months later. Zhou Sen kept comforting himself, but his heart was beating like crazy uncontrollably.
After passing a row of cells, he passed through a metal corridor, and then stopped in front of a metal door with the words "Infirmary" hanging on it.
The prison guard knocked on the door, and then the metal door opened. A female doctor wearing a white coat and a mask motioned for the three of them to enter.
After the three people entered, the female doctor negotiated with the two prison guards for a few words, which probably meant that death row prisoners also needed privacy and dignity, and asked the prison guards to sit outside and wait. The two prison guards communicated a few words in a low voice, believing that Zhou Sen had never harmed anyone.
After passing the woman, and since she was wearing shackles and handcuffs, she agreed to sit outside and wait.
After communicating, the female doctor took Zhou Sen into the small room inside and closed the door.
The moment the door closed, an inner door opened, and a good-looking female prison guard wearing a police uniform rushed toward Zhou Sen like a tornado. Before Zhou Sen could react, the female prison guard had hugged her tightly.
Zhou Sen started sobbing.
"You have half an hour." The female doctor chuckled ambiguously, left through the small door, and closed the door.