Infinite Sims

Chapter 289 The Person Who Can't Offend the Most
"Next!"

The chef casually put a small spoonful of food into the food plate of the prisoner in front of him, and then asked him to leave impatiently.

Tatu looked at the dishes on the plate that were nearly half less than the others, and said hesitantly: "But, this is not enough..."

"Can't understand people's words?"

The chef tapped the dish bowl with an iron spoon and looked at him with contempt.

Tatu still wanted to speak, but seeing the gaze of the prison guard not far away, he had no choice but to swallow his words, and quickly followed the prisoners in front to leave.

After finding a place, several people sat down.

"Did that fat man only fill you with half a spoonful?"

Several people at the same table couldn't help asking when they saw that Tatu's dishes were a little short.

Tatu glared fiercely at the chef in the distance, and said, "Why does it feel like he's still targeting me? But I just came yesterday, and I haven't offended him."

Thompson, who was sitting next to him, smiled and told the truth: "He's not targeting you, but choosing a lucky one at random?"

"Lucky one?"

Tatu looked puzzled.

Thompson explained: "You also know that our life in prison is very monotonous. Relatively, prison work is also very monotonous. These workers are always looking for some fun. Prison guards have prison guards, chefs have chefs, For example, randomly choose a lucky person, give him less food or no food, and then appreciate the reaction of the other party.”

A person next to him added: "It's good to get used to it. It's best not to react too violently, so as not to be targeted by them."

"Since there are such people, no, they are not human."

Tatu poured the vegetable juice onto the rice, put a spoonful into his mouth, and said vaguely, "May the god of death walk with them."

"May death be with them."

Thompson and the others looked at each other and agreed with a smile.

Although there are many prisoners in the prison, most of them are flammable and explosive, but due to the rules, there are actually few disputes in normal times.

If you only listen to the tone and topics of their chats, they are no different from ordinary people outside.

After taking a few mouthfuls of food, Tatu looked up and scanned his surroundings, and asked in a low voice, "I heard that there are a few people who are least offended in every prison. Which ones are we here?"

"Which ones?"

Thompson and the others had strange expressions on their faces.

Tatu looked at them puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Thompson shook his head and said, "If you want to talk about the least offending person, we do have one here, but it's not a few, but one."

"One? Is it him?"

On the side that Tatu looked at, there was a tower-like man at a dining table in the center of the cafeteria area.

Nearly two meters tall, not at all inferior to the figure of a bodybuilder, one person occupies two positions, and the whole body exudes the aura that I am strong and I am not easy to mess with.

Thompson shook his head slightly: "It's not him."

Tatu asked, "Who is that?"

"he!"

Thompson and the others spoke in unison and quietly looked in the same direction.

Tatu followed their line of sight and looked over.

Soon, I saw a few tables of strong men with gang tattoos all over their bodies. Their ferocious aura was clearly different from other prisoners.

As for the tall and thin prisoner sitting alone on the table near the corner at the end, he ignored it.

After reading it several times, he still couldn't find out which prisoner was the least annoying.

Tatu narrowed his eyes, and then asked, "Which one is it?"

Thompson looked at him strangely: "Which one else, there is only one person at that table."

"one person?"

Tatu then set his eyes on the dining table in the corner.

But no matter how you looked at it, the tall, thin, ordinary middle-aged prisoner didn't look like someone to be trifled with.

He looked carefully again, but still couldn't see anything, he frowned and asked, "Are you sure he is the last person we can't mess with here?"

Thompson nodded: "His name is Phoenix. Here we would rather offend the warden than offend him."

Is it so exaggerated?

Tatu was about to inquire carefully when he found that Thompson suddenly put his index finger to his mouth and made a silent movement, so he had no choice but to shut his mouth first and follow Thompson's line of sight.

I saw three burly prisoners walking towards Phoenix with a plate full of food.

"I've seen those three people. They came in with me yesterday, and they were right in front of me during the physical examination."

Tatu thought for a while, then whispered: "The names seem to be Redick, Kanter and Ozil, which are similar to the names of members of a pop band 30 years ago, but what are they going to do?"

When Thompson and the others heard what he said, they started discussing in a low voice.

"A new prisoner, no wonder."

"It's a bad habit I learned from other prisons at first glance. A few days before entering the prison, I have to find someone to show my authority so that I won't be bullied."

"The solution is actually feasible, but it's just finding the wrong person."

"They're screwed."

"..."

Seeing that they looked down on the three of them, Tatu suppressed his curiosity and looked over seriously.

If those people were really looking for trouble, they should soon be able to see why the tall, thin, middle-aged man was called the most dangerous person here.

puff!
Redick, the leader of the three, came behind Phoenix and turned the plate over.

Meals mixed with soup, all fell on Phoenix's head.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, are you okay?"

There was no trace of apology on Redick's face, and he even smiled provocatively, holding the dinner plate in one hand, and clenched the other into a fist.

Kante and Ozil stepped forward with the same smile on their faces.

As long as Phoenix resists, the three of them will attack at the same time to ensure the success of Liwei's plan.

The voices of the surrounding people stopped at this moment.

The prisoners looked over one after another, their expressions either indifferent, sympathetic, or cold.

As if he didn't hear Redick's voice, Phoenix wiped off the soup flowing from his forehead to his face, and then continued to eat the food on the plate with a spoon.

Seeing this, Redick sneered, threw his plate on the table, then picked up Kanter's plate, poured the food on Phoenix's head again, and said pretending to be innocent: "Sorry, I slipped my hand again, Are you OK?"

Now that Liwei's goal has been chosen, it is natural to do this to the end.

What's more, the relationship in each prison is intricate. If you miss this excellent goal of establishing your prestige, it will not be easy to find another one.

So no matter how good-tempered this person is, today he cannot escape the fate of being beaten up by the three of them.

Phoenix raised his hand, wiped off the soup that fell on his face, and continued to eat the food on the plate.

During the whole process, his face didn't change at all.

It was as if the person who was poured food twice in a row was not himself.

There are only five or six spoonfuls of food left on the dinner plate.

puff!
Another plate of food was poured on Phoenix's head by Redick.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry."

Redick threw the dinner plate on the dining table, waved his hands to the sides, and said with a provocative look: "My hands slipped again, are you okay? Do you want to go home to find your mother and let her feed you some milk to comfort you?" you?"

Phoenix still didn't respond. The spoon fed the last bite of rice on the plate into his mouth, then put down the spoon, wiped his mouth, and finally spoke: "My lord once told me that wasting food is a shameful thing." Behavior."

"shameful?"

Redick looked at Kanter and Ozil, then put his hands on his chest and made an exaggerated expression of fear: "I'm so scared, I wasted food, are you going to hit me?"

Phoenix looked indifferent: "It's wrong to hit someone."

"But what if I want to hit you?"

Redick clenched his fist with his right hand and fiercely hit Phoenix on the head.

The movement is sudden and fast, and even a professionally trained person can hardly resist it.

However, with just such a punch, he was stopped less than a finger away from Phoenix's head.

Redick's fisting hand.

He was firmly grasped by a big hand protruding from behind him.

Until then, the three of Redick realized that there were more than a dozen people beside them, tightly surrounding them.

Moreover, half of the people in this area have stood up from their positions and looked at them fiercely.

The person holding Redick's hand was the tallest prisoner in the cafeteria of this prison, and he was also the one who was excluded immediately when Redick and others chose Liwei's target.

"First... sir, do we have some misunderstanding?"

Phoenix swallowed, and looked at the strong man in the iron tower with a mournful face.

The strong man in the iron tower ignored him, but looked at Phoenix, who was arranging his clothes, with a questioning look.

Who says this is the best criminal to mess with?
This is the worst prisoner, right? !

Kanter and Ozil quickly understood the movements and expressions of the people around them, and looked at the shivering Redick resentfully.

Not only did he fail to establish his prestige this time, but it may be difficult to escape in the future.

"The newcomers don't know the rules yet, give them a chance."

Phoenix put on a clean prison uniform, took a towel from a prisoner and wiped his head, got up and said casually.

Hearing these words, the three of Redick were immediately relieved, and just as they were thinking about what to say to ease the relationship, they saw Phoenix walk out of the crowd, and the voice came again—"As long as you don't kill yourself, play whatever you want."

Among the prisoners standing around, a few suddenly laughed.

"Boss said you can play whatever you want."

"They must still be there for the first time, and they can enjoy it tonight."

"Hey, it's my first turn this time."

"Two cigarettes, I'll take the one for the little boy on the right for the first time."

"Three!"

"make a deal."

"I don't mind the number, it's pretty much the same anyway."

Just when a few people had confirmed their ownership, the dozen or so people surrounding Redick and the three of them directly raised their hands.

In the huge cafeteria, only the miserable cries of the three of Redick could be heard.

The prison guards in charge of maintaining discipline glanced at them calmly, and none of them had the idea of ​​stopping them, so they all turned a blind eye.

"Very ruthless."

Tatu shook his head secretly, taking a breath for the lives of the three of Redick in the future.

Although I still don't know what is so special about Phoenix, but because the opponent has so many subordinates, and the prison guards will not stop them when they attack, I know that this is someone he can't afford to provoke.

Thompson said: "What's so cruel about this, you don't know what will happen to the person who offended him."

Tatu quickly cast a curious look: "What's the end?"

"When he first came here, there were more than a dozen people who wanted to fuck him for money, and in the end all of them..."

Thompson didn't finish his sentence, but just pointed to the ground.

Tatu's eyes widened: "You mean they're all dead? Does the prison care?"

Thompson laughed silently.

Driven by curiosity, Tatu couldn't help asking about Phoenix's deeds.

"It's the last day."

Phoenix returned to his cell.

Different from the bad 16-person room, the cell he lives in now is a luxury room no less than a star hotel room.

TV, computer, washing machine are all available, and the Internet is also connected.

All this in less than two months.

From the bottom of this prison, climbing to an existence that even the warden dare not ignore, this is what he got in exchange for the current treatment.

It's like a dream, but very real.

But what is different from other luxury annual houses is that there are many colorful balloons hanging on the walls and roof of this room.

He walked through the living room and into the bathroom on the inside.

"I can leave tomorrow."

"My lord, your apostle will soon be serving you."

Phoenix turned on the shower head and let the water wash away the stains on his body.

What happened just now didn't affect his emotions at all, the whole person was like the calm before the storm, only for the moment of madness when it broke out.

(End of this chapter)