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"Dark Prison?"

When he heard these two words, Chase Lu couldn't help but his face condensed.

The name of the Black Prison resounded throughout Jiangnan.

Rumor has it that the people imprisoned here are either extremely evil or are causing harm to the country and the people.

Top killers, martial arts scum, bloodthirsty demons, international warlords, you name it.

The most important thing is that there is an iron law in the black prison - you can only get in, but you can't get out!

Once a person comes in, it is impossible to go out again.

In other prisons, if you behave well, you may have the opportunity to have your sentence reduced.

But here, no matter who you are or what your identity is, you have only two choices.

Either die or be imprisoned for life.

Since the establishment of the Black Prison, no one has been able to escape from here alive, no one is an exception.

Wang Dong, the third master of the Wang family, was sent to a black prison before.

"Little guy, now you should understand the seriousness of the problem, right?"

The skinny old man said earnestly: "When you enter here, it is like entering another world. The people and things outside have nothing to do with you."

"Is there really no way to get out?" Lu Chen touched his chin.

"Get out? How to get out?"

The skinny old man shook his head and smiled: "This cell is made of black iron and is indestructible. There are many checkpoints outside and a large number of martial arts masters. Even a fly cannot fly out."

"So, it's really difficult." Lu Chen murmured to himself.

"Little guy, stop thinking so wildly."

The skinny old man patted Lu Chen on the shoulder: "You are lucky to have met us. If you were locked up with those extremely vicious people, you don't know what you would be like with your thin skin and tender flesh."

"Little brother, from now on you can hang out with us and make sure you don't starve to death!" The bald man patted his chest.

"Thank you all." Lu Chen nodded and smiled.

It can be seen that these people are not bad in nature.

"Bang! Bang!"

At this time, there was a sudden sound of gold and iron clashing at the end of the corridor.

In an instant, the people in the surrounding cages immediately moved away from the iron door and huddled in the corner, as if they were afraid of something.

Lu Chen followed the sound and saw a dim corridor.

A fat man with a big belly, dressed in fine clothes, and a few fierce-looking jailers came strutting over.

An iron rod in his hand kept hitting the iron cage, occasionally splashing sparks.

"Little guy, were there any family members taking care of you when you came in?" the skinny old man suddenly asked.

"No." Lu Chen shook his head.

"Then do you have any valuable items on you?" the skinny old man asked again.

"I'm penniless." Lu Chen spread his hands.

"That would be troublesome."

The skinny old man sighed softly: "The kid who wants money has arrived. Firstly, you have no one to take care of you, and secondly, you have no money. I'm afraid you will suffer some physical pain."

"Little brother, don't be nervous. It's just a powerful killing stick. It's just a matter of gritting your teeth. We've all been through it. At worst, you can't die even if you lie down for half a month!" The bald man said proudly.

"That's right. Just remember not to resist and just accept the stick. It's no big problem." Everyone agreed.

Everyone who comes in will go through this level.

Of course, money can make a difference.

If you have taken care of it in advance and given some benefits to the jailer, then you can only give him a few symbolic beatings.

But if you don’t have money, you have to suffer a little.

If you are lucky, your butt will blossom; if you are unlucky, you will be disabled for life.

"Bang! Bang!"

The fat man in rich clothes knocked on the cage while approaching slowly, and finally stood in front of Lu Chen and his group.

"I heard that a new person just arrived, who is it?"

The fat man in rich clothes looked around with cold eyes.

Everyone who came into contact with his gaze could not help but lower their heads.

In the black prison, these jailers are the ones in charge of their life and death.