With a whistle!", the rubber stick had already landed on Wang Hao's head.

Wang Hao didn't move at all, and the rubber stick was like hitting a stone. Wang Hao's eyes were still cold. He looked at the fat man in front of him with a weight of 150 kilograms and dark skin. In Wang Hao's eyes, this fat man with a fake tiger power was not even as good as an ant. Of course, this fat man could not arouse his anger. He would not be so angry because he was bitten by an ant. He just didn't understand why the fat man was targeted by the six prisoners?

Wang Hao knew that it was because he told James to just enter the prison. In order not to arouse suspicion, James did not come forward at all, but arranged a subordinate to deal with this small matter. But he didn't know that the subordinate was wrong and thought that James wanted to deal with Wang Hao, the smuggler. As a result, the current situation was created... Even Wang Hao did not even pay a penny to enter the prison. Naturally, the prison guards would not give Wang Hao a good face.

Of course, there is a deeper reason inside, because the superior arranged for this young man to live in the same room with Hatton, and the situation has not happened for more than ten years.

Looking at Wang Hao's faint and cold gaze, the fat prison guard's heart tightened, and an indescribable sense of pressure and fear continued to spread in his heart. However, his strong self-esteem made him unwilling to stop easily because he was the local emperor of the prison and he was the existence of the gods in the prison.

"Bang!"

Another loud noise, the rubber stick hit Wang Hao's neck, and Wang Hao took a step back slightly. His eyes were still extremely calm, and the fat prison guard's scalp was numb.

"Let's go!" A hell guard standing at the door with a gun and smashed Wang Hao's back with a gun. He saw that Wang Hao would not give in and took the opportunity to lower the steps of his superiors. If he continues like this, something big might happen. After all, the warden must have some background in order to arrange the room.

Wang Hao was smashed and staggered forward, slowly following the prison guard in front. When he walked out the door, Wang Hao suddenly stopped and turned around and stared at the fat prison guard and said, "You are just a policeman. I will kill you, just as easy as killing an ant."

The fat prison guard was stunned and looked at Wang Hao who was smiling and left, unable to speak. The knuckles holding the rubber stick were pink and white, the joints were clattering, and the chest was undulating...

"I want this guy's background!" When Wang Hao's back disappeared, the prison guard's crazy roaring voice echoed in the office.

...

After Wang Hao received some toiletries, he was taken to the cell by the prison guard.

This is a cage with a completely steel structure except for the walls. On both sides of the huge space are four floors of steel gates. Each room has a separate toilet that is connected to the room. There are two bunks in the room, upper and lower bunks, and video heads are monitored around it. There are almost no dead corners and can be seen at a glance. The steel gate entering is controlled by electric power, and it is switched on and off every day when working on time and venting air. If there is no special reason, you will stay in the room to rest.

Of course, prisons also adopt humanized management, generally not sleeping time. The steel gates will be opened, and prisoners will chat with each other, or play cards, of course, this situation is within a controllable range, such as opening several adjacent prison doors at a time...

In the middle of two rows of four-story cell sites, there is a considerable space, which is a bit like an inn in ancient China. The space has two indoor basketball racks. This is the place of activity, and of course, it is also a place where all kinds of weapons and drugs are circulated. In the prison, as long as you have money, you can do anything except freedom.

With a "bang!", the steel door was opened, and an African who looked very thin walked out with a lot of daily necessities.

"Depend on!"

The small African black man raised his middle finger at Wang Hao who was standing at the door with anger. The towel, toothbrush, and the cup in his arms fell all over the floor. Obviously, he was very dissatisfied with Wang Hao's change of rooms, and Wang Hao was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he walked straight in.

Suddenly!

The wind came from behind, and a violent kick was kicked. In an instant, Wang Hao decided to let the kick hit his waist, and rushed forward for two steps before stopping, and the items in his hand were scattered all over the floor.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Kill kill..."

"Kick again, kick the yellow pig to death..."

...

A burst of unrestrained laughter, the steel cage suddenly seemed to explode, and various sounds sounded, including crazy laughter, smashing the iron door, and knocking. Various metallic impact sounds filled every inch of the space here, as if hell on earth.

What a heavy anger!

Wang Hao sighed softly, slowly cleaned up the daily necessities on the ground and placed them on the washbasin. A "wow" sound of track sounded, the gate closed, the thin black man seemed to have found a balance, and left with a fierce and sharp smile, while the prison guard holding a baton did not make any sound from beginning to end.

Finally, after the prison guard and the black man left, the emotional prisoner slowly calmed down...

"Hello, Hatton, your roommate."

Wang Hao picked up the last piece of daily necessities on the ground and looked up at the lower level.

Sitting on the face was an old man with turbid eyes and a golden curly head, he could not tell that he was very weak, but there was a long scar on his face, and his facial features, which should have been kind, were destroyed, giving people a gloomy and ferocious look.

Hatton, that's his goal.

Wang Hao nodded slightly, sat in front of the washbasin and washed his face well. He had been in the detention center for more than a week, and his beards had grown. Unfortunately, there were no blades of shaved hairpins, so he could only pull them off one by one.

Finally, Wang Hao's personal hygiene was over, and Hatton, who had been staring at Wang Hao, spoke.

"Why should I live in the same room with me?" A wise light flashed out from Hatton's turbid eyes.

“No need for why.”

Wang Hao stood by the gate and carefully observed the structure of the cell. There were countless pairs of eyes staring at him on the opposite side. As if he was admiring a prey, the strong murderous aura spread in the prison. This murderous aura made Wang Hao have a tendency to be violent, as if the devil in hell was leading him to the gate of fall.

Wang Hao knew that most of the prisoners here were serious offenders, and killing and setting fires was common for them. Even in this prison, more than a dozen people died every year. The murderous aura of these people was not inferior to those of Wang Hao's soldiers. They even had to surpass those of the soldiers. After all, soldiers were subject to military discipline and would not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Many prisoners here basically took human lives...

When a group of murderers are locked together, a strong murderous aura will naturally appear. This is natural. Long-term depression has caused many people's nerves to collapse.

"Are you Asian British?" Hatton looked at Wang Hao without blinking, as if he wanted to find the answer from Wang Hao's actions.

"Why do you ask that?" Wang Hao turned around and leaned against the iron gate, with an unpredictable smile.

"Your English is very good. I think you should be Asian-British." A strange smile appeared on the corner of Hatton's mouth.

"Why can't I be Asian American, but British?" Wang Hao said.

"This..." Hatton was silent for a moment and said, "Because, you are looking for a relationship to live in the same room with me, that's the reason."

"Haha, I know. I know you have nearly 20 billion US dollars, but for me, that's too little, so you don't have to worry about my idea of ​​hitting you with the little coffin money. As for me, I'm from that country, this. I'll tell you very seriously that I'm Chinese, neither British nor American. I'm a real Chinese."

"In addition, I have to tell you that I have no relationship with the British government and I have no connection with the IRA at all. I am me, Wang Hao!"

Wang Hao sat down with a faint smile and took out a box of cigars from his personal belongings. This was the only thing he could keep to the present after he came in. And there were not many, and the cigars were lit without any signs in Wang Hao's hands, as if they were magic. The fragrance of cigars spread in this small space, slowly floating outside. Countless pairs of eyes shot out a hint of light and looked at the huge cigar in Wang Hao's hand...

When Wang Hao was enjoying the mellow and rich cigar, Hatton looked at Wang Hao with shock. His sentence was three hundred years, which means that he basically had no chance to go out in his life. During the decades of his life, he had seen too many people in this prison. Whether it was a gang organization or a government official, they would deliberately establish a good relationship with him and hide their identity when they came in. They all had one goal, that is, to take out the secrets that had been hidden for decades from his brain.

However, this young man broke the concept that he had always had. He did not hide his identity at all. He even decided that he had a secret of 20 billion in just a few minutes. This was simply incredible. What made him even more stunned was that this man's tone was amazing and he seemed to not take his 20 billion in heart at all. This seriously damaged Hatton's self-confidence.

Although Hatton cannot use the 20 billion US dollars, subconsciously, Hatton has regarded the 20 billion US dollars as his private property. With this kind of heart, Hatton can stand up in front of anyone, because he has 20 billion, and he is a billionaire...

"Then why do you want to live in the same room with me?" Hatton's turbid eyes suddenly became sharp. Suddenly, the old man who was originally sluggish also became extremely sharp. He was worthy of being a leader of the IRA. In his blood vessels, boiling blood always flowed, and it would not cool down because of time.

"Because, I want to save someone." Wang Hao closed his eyes and deeply felt the rich fragrance of the cigar. It was not until he entered the detention center that Wang Hao realized how important freedom is. If he had not had a tacit understanding with the young monk, Wang Hao would have left long ago. Wang Hao now had a completely calm attitude of being at ease since he came.

"Who?" Hatton felt nervous all over.

"It's not you." Wang Hao opened his eyes and smiled faintly: "It's a woman. Of course, saving people is just secondary. I came here and made a bet with a very smart guy. If I win, it will be a big deal.

Dominate at will.”

"How many?" Hatton's eyes lit up.

"I don't know, maybe it's hundreds of billions, or tens of trillions..." Wang Hao thought of the little monk and a warm smile appeared on his face. Unfortunately, there is no computer here, otherwise it would be a good idea to let the little monk accompany him to jail.

"Several hundreds of billions..." Hatton laughed: "It's the Vietnamese Dong!"

"Haha, talking about wealth to you seems to have raised you." Wang Hao stood up with a sneer.

Before Hatton could react, Wang Hao had already lifted Hatton and threw it to the ground, laying on the bed with his eyes closed and enjoying the cigar. During this period, he was really tired. In order to enter this prison legally, it was much more difficult than illegal. Now, he can finally take a break. For Wang Hao, entering here is also a kind of rest or a vacation.

In this world, perhaps only Wang Hao regards jail as a vacation.

"That's my bed. I've been sleeping for almost ten years." Hatton was caught off guard and was lifted up by Wang Hao. He fell to the ground withered muscles on his face jumped, as if he was on the verge of a rampage. More than ten years ago, he no longer needed to change beds frequently.

"Now, it's mine." Obviously, it's incredible to let Wang Hao go to bed every day.

"Are you not convinced?" Wang Hao's closed eyes opened, and two lightning-like gazes burst out, in just a moment. Wang Hao's eyes calmed down. "If you give me 20 billion, I can consider letting you sleep here."

"you……"

Hatton clenched his fists, his body trembled with anger, his eyes flickering, as if he was considering whether he was the opponent of the other party. After thinking for a long time, his eyes fell on Wang Hao's tall and strong body, and finally chose to remain silent. He sat alone by the washbasin and took out a roll of paper from his clothes, rolled up a few brown leaves that were unknown, and lit them inside. Immediately, the room was filled with a choking smell of smoke...

"Give me one." Wang Hao threw one cigar inside the cigar box and gave Hatton.

"I won't buy it for 20 billion US dollars, right?" Hatton sneered.

"Haha... I gave it to you, yes, by the way, aren't you afraid that others will know that you have 20 billion?" Wang Hao was puzzled by Hatton's casual words of 20 billion. You must know that things like this should be kept confidential, the better, and the fewer people know, the better, but this guy was careless and didn't care.

"What are you afraid of?" Hatton lit the cigar, carefully extinguished his scroll of paper, took a deep breath of the cigar, and groaned with satisfaction: "I was caught in when I was in my twenties. I have lived here for more than 30 years. Every year, countless people try to know my secret. Haha, now, this secret is no longer a secret. Whether it is a prisoner or a prison guard, I know that I have 20 billion US dollars..."

"It doesn't matter?" Wang Hao smiled.

"It doesn't matter." Hatton stretched out his right hand and said, "Look, there are three fingers left in this hand. Well, look, there are only four left. There are six of ten toes, three of the ribs, and four of the teeth falling... Still no one can know any valuable secrets from me, hehe..." Hatton smiled sly on his face, and several black holes of teeth were indeed revealed in his slightly opened mouth.

"Don't worry, I won't want your fingers. If I really want, I will take your life and let your secret disappear with your life." Wang Hao lay on the bed, looking at the room opposite, where there were two white people in the room. In this cold weather, he still looked at the upper body. The bulging muscles showed a dense tattoo and golden chest hair, full of fierce hostility.

"You can take it at will, whether it is my life or my fingers." Hatton seemed to care about Wang Hao's threat at all.

"Do you have any friends?" Wang Hao smiled slightly.

"There are, many, many, and not 70% of the prison, including the prison guards, are my friends, because I have been here for too long. No matter how much I hate me, I will have a little bit of feelings during such a long time. Besides, I have 20 billion. If I go out that day, I will be grateful to everyone who has helped me. You have to be careful." Hatton sneered.

"Well, I will be careful." Wang Hao looked at the two white men deeply and smiled.

"Ding bei bei bei..."

As soon as Wang Hao finished speaking, a violent ringtone rang in the air. Then, a "wow" sound of metal hitting, and all the gates were opened.
Chapter completed!