I studied beheading in a mental institution

"The following is free time for activities, those who need activities..."

The man's voice echoed in the prison, followed by a soft sound, all the cell doors opened at the same time, and many prisoners walked out of the cells one after another.

As soon as he walked out of the prison, Boss Han led forty people and walked quickly towards a dark corner with a sullen face.

It was the innermost end of the floor where the reading room was located. It was facing away from the sun, and it was very dark. Only a surveillance camera at the end of the corridor was watching it. weak point.

At this moment, in the corner at the end of the corridor, three men were sitting there. Seeing Mr. Han leading a group of people over aggressively, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The leading man stood up slowly, and said with a bad expression:

"Han Jinlong, what do you want to bring so many people here?"

Boss Han glanced over the three of them, and said coldly, "You guys know what I'm doing here."

The leading man was stunned for a moment, turned his head slightly, and exchanged glances with the two companions behind him, all three were blank.

He turned his head to look at Boss Han, with a cold look in his eyes, "Are you here to find fault?"

"Hey..." Boss Han twisted his neck, his face was full of ferocity, "What about finding fault? Do you really think that Boss Han is easy to bully?"

"Han Jinlong." The face of the leading man changed slightly, "Do you know who we are?"

"You? Aren't you [believers]?" Boss Han stretched out a finger, pointing at the three of them, "[Believers] No. 12 seat, sixth seat, and fourth seat."

"You know our identities, and you dare to provoke us? Do you know that I can crush ten people like you to death with one finger outside!" The leader man, the fourth seat, said angrily .

"I don't care what seat you are in, how high your level is, this is not outside, this is a fasting place!" Boss Han pointed to himself, and said with a sneer,

"Here, I am the boss!"

With a big wave of his hand, "Hit them!"

The next moment, the forty or so people behind Boss Han swarmed up to the end of the narrow corridor, and a chaotic and fierce battle began.

ten minutes later.

Boss Han looked at the three [believers] lying on the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces, patted the dust off their hands, and spit on them.

"Dare to offend me, I'm really tired... Let's go!"

Behind him, almost all of the forty or so prisoners were wounded, but they all gave the three believers on the ground a provocative look, and then staggered away behind Boss Han.

The eyes of the three believers were wide open, staring at the leaving figures of the crowd, their eyes were bloodshot, as if they wished to cut them alive.

They are the first few seats of [believers], and they can be said to be disaster-level existences outside, but in this fasting center, they are just ordinary people who are more capable of beating.

As the saying goes, two fists are hard to beat with four hands. When everyone can't use Forbidden Ruins, no matter how good the three of them are, it's impossible to directly overwhelm more than 40 prisoners with equally good skills, not to mention the physical combat power of Boss Han. Excessive existence.

So, they got beaten up...and badly.

The sixth seat struggled to get up from the ground, fixed his eyes on the direction where Boss Han and the others were leaving, reached out and wiped the saliva from Boss Han's face, and was about to explode with anger.

"Grandma, I can't take it anymore! How dare this Han Jinlong treat us like this...I'll do him tonight!"

"Calm down." The fourth seat wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, "Although we don't know what kind of medicine Han Jinlong took wrongly, but we can't let this mess up, have you forgotten how the Lord [Bad Whispering] Did you tell me?"

Hearing the word [babbling], the sixth seat and the No.12 seat fell silent.

"Our task has almost been completed. Since we have endured for so many years, is it still a few days away?" The fourth seat glanced at the corridor where everyone left, with a cold killing intent in his eyes,

"When the Zhenxu Monument was destroyed and the fasting institute rioted, he, a little Han Jinlong, wouldn't he be trampled by us?

When the time comes, we will let him know what it means not to live and not to die..."

……

"Are you the new prisoner?"

As soon as he walked out of the prison, An Qingyu was stopped by a man with a hideous scar on his face. The man squinted his eyes and looked at him, wondering what he was thinking.

An Qingyu looked at him carefully for a moment, then nodded, "What do you want from me?"

"One-eyed, do you know it? It's the one opposite your cell." Scarface went straight to the point.

"I know." An Qingyu answered truthfully.

"Did you kill him?"

"What are you talking about?" An Qingyu's eyes showed doubts, "This is a prison, how can you kill people?"

Scarface frowned slightly, staring closely at An Qingyu's eyes, trying to find traces of lying, but An Qingyu's eyes were too clear, like a young and ignorant boy next door.

"You really didn't kill him?" Scarface scratched his head.

"no."

"What did you do wrong to get in here?"

"Steal something."

"Oh..." Scarface pondered for a moment, thinking that maybe he was really superstitious. How could such an ordinary boy kill Cyclops silently and wash away his skillful dismemberment... …

"Can I go?" An Qingyu blinked.

"Oh, that's fine." Scarface nodded. Just as An Qingyu was about to leave, he seemed to think of something, "Wait a minute!"

An Qingyu stopped in her tracks.

"Raise your head up, I'll take a closer look." Scarface walked in front of An Qingyu, carefully studied An Qingyu's face, and after a while, a strange light appeared in his eyes.

"It's also the best... If I hand you over to Boss Han, it doesn't seem too bad..."

The corner of An Qingyu's mouth twitched undetectably.

"can I go now……"

"You can't go anymore." Scarface rubbed his hands, a smile appeared on his face, "Come back with me to see Boss Han, your boy looks good, although he is not as good as that patient, but he still has a special flavor.

From now on, you will belong to Boss Han. "

An Qingyu was silent for a moment, "You mean... let me cooperate?"

Scarface's eyes lit up, and he nodded one after another, with an expression of "you understand?"

"Yes, just cooperate."

An Qingyu nodded. He turned his head and looked around, looking at Scarface, and said harmlessly: "Before I go to cooperate, I want to go to the bathroom first."

Scar's face was stunned, "Go, go, I'll wait for you outside."

An Qingyu pondered for a moment, "How about... let's go together?"