Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

When Xia Zuo opened the door, Nietzsche was reading a book on Western economics in his hand. There was a half glass of coffee and an ashtray on the coffee table in front of him. Nietzsche had smoked two cigarettes today.

Xia Zuo looked straight at Nietzsche, walked into the activity room, and several people appeared in front of Nietzsche.

"Boss, we're going to be released on bail!"

Han Sen sat beside Nietzsche silently, without saying anything. Of course, he was not qualified to interrupt.

Nietzsche put down the book in his hand and looked straight at Xia Zuo:

"What do you mean?"

Xia Zuo handed the document to Nietzsche, and Nietzsche took it over and looked at it carefully, then threw the document on the table coldly and sneered: "Why, change your files and order you to be released on bail, then you can Isolate me? I don't believe that damned old man Richard is capable of killing me, Nietzsche Lutheran, in a cell."

Seeing Nietzsche's displeased expression, Xia Zuo knew that he was really angry. It seemed that Charlie had completely offended Nietzsche this time.

Several people stood there daring to speak, Xia Zuo tentatively asked Nietzsche:

"Boss, what shall we do now?"

Nietzsche glanced at Xia Zuo, waved his hand and said,

"Whatever you should do, you can go out, just to help Eddie take care of the affairs of the family, and it's meaningless to accompany me here."

Xia Zuo frowned, he didn't want to leave at all, he wanted to stay by Nietzsche's side all the time, "But, boss..."

Nietzsche looked straight at him with no expression on his face: "What do you want to say."

Nietzsche looked impatient.

Xia Zuo knew that Nietzsche hated others questioning his decisions, and he didn't want Nietzsche to hate him, so he hurriedly changed the subject and said, "Boss, do you want us to kill that old guy Charlie after we go out?"

Several people behind Xia Zuo agreed with this proposal.

Nietzsche pulled his lips and smiled coldly:

"You think I'll let that old bastard go, you don't have to worry about this, I will arrange it naturally. You all go to pack up now, and go when it's time to go. "

"Okay, we got it, boss."

After speaking, several people turned around and left.

After Xia Zuo and the others received the notice from the warden, within two days, the four of them, Xia Zuo and Matthew, packed up their things and were released on bail by the group that their family named outside the prison. Bail was ordered.

They left in the afternoon. Before leaving, Nietzsche was still sitting in his activity room reading and drinking tea as usual, while Han Sen was mopping the floor with a mop and bucket.

"Boss."

There was a knock on the door, Han Sen looked at Nietzsche and said:

"Mr. Nietzsche, it seems that Xia Zuo and the others came to say goodbye."

Nietzsche nodded, flipping through the book in his hand, and said, "Well, open the door for them."

Han Sen put the mop back into the bucket by the door, then went to open the door, Xia Zuo, Matthew, Joe and Michael walked in with bags.

Nietzsche stood up, looked at them and said, "Why don't you leave?"

Xia Zuo and the others looked at Nietzsche reluctantly. Xia Zuo suddenly stepped forward to hug Nietzsche, leaning his head tightly in Nietzsche's arms, "Boss, why don't you come out to see us off."

Nietzsche patted Xia Zuo's back with his backhand, and said in a deep voice:

"Even if I send you off, it won't change the fact that you are all leaving now."

Xia Zuo frowned, and his lips were tightly pressed together. Han Sen saw tears streaming down Xia Zuo's face silently.

He didn't know that since Nietzsche debuted and inherited the family business, Xia Zuo and the others have always been by Nietzsche's side. They have never been separated, and Nietzsche has always treated them well. In a family, Nietzsche treats them like family members Treating his capable subordinates, once separated, they all feel very reluctant.

Nietzsche has always been a good leader and a convincing mafia lord.

Nietzsche reached out and stroked Xia Zuo's hair, and said in a deep voice:

"Okay, Xia Zuo, don't cry anymore, I've said it many times, men shouldn't show their vulnerable side easily."

Xia Zuo nodded, reached out to wipe his tears, and then let go of Nietzsche's arms.

"Boss."

Matthew, Joe, and Michael came forward to hug and say goodbye to Nietzsche. Nietzsche didn't say anything, but let them hug him.

Han Sen stood aside, looking straight at Nietzsche, his face did not show any emotion of farewell, and he was still the usual calm look.

"Hurry up and go, wait for my news, I will teach Charlie an unforgettable lesson."

Nietzsche pulled his lips, smiling coldly.

"I'm going to chop up that old bastard!"

Xia Zuo said viciously.

Nietzsche nodded and asked Han Sen to send them all out.

The next morning after Xia Zuo and the others left, Han Sen went to Nietzsche's room on the first floor to clean Nietzsche's room as usual. When he entered the door, Nietzsche was sitting on the black leather sofa beside the bed, pointing There is always a white cigarette in between, burning slowly.

Han Sen noticed that Nietzsche's feet were directly on the carpet below without shoes.

Han Sen came in with a bucket and a mop, put it by the door, glanced at Nietzsche, and whispered, "Mr. Nietzsche, would you like some coffee?"

Nietzsche took a deep breath of the cigarette, then looked at Han Sen, nodded, without making a sound, the pale white smoke slowly spit out from his bright red lips, and melted into the white light from the window.

Han Sen went to the dining table to make coffee for Nietzsche, and brought it to the tea table next to the sofa where Nietzsche was sitting. Nietzsche put his half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, and took a sip of the coffee slowly.

Seeing Nietzsche drinking coffee in silence, Han Sen turned around and went back to the door to pick up the mop, and started mopping the floor seriously from the door.

Nietzsche held a glass in his hand, looked at Han Sen expressionlessly, and said coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Han Sen was taken aback, put the mop back into the bucket, looked at Nietzsche and said:

"I'm here to clean the room. Isn't it me who has been cleaning the room for so long?"

Nietzsche sneered, with a disdainful expression:

"They're all gone, why don't you go too, what else are you doing here?"

Han Sen could see that Nietzsche was very unhappy now, but he couldn't figure out why Nietzsche was angry, so he could only look at Nietzsche straightly, speechless.

"boom--"

With a bang, Nietzsche slammed the glass of black coffee on the coffee table next to him, raised his head, and looked straight at Han Sen, "Come on, kneel in front of me, kid."

Han Sen nodded, his arms trembled slightly, then he walked obediently and knelt down in front of Nietzsche.

Nietzsche looked straight at him, his red lips slowly curved up, his dark green eyes narrowed slightly, and he said expressionlessly, "Who do you think you are?"

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche kicked Han Sen out.

Han Sen fell heavily on the tiles behind him and slammed his head hard.

Nietzsche stood up from the sofa, walked barefoot to Han Sen's side, raised his foot, stepped heavily on Han Sen's chest, and said viciously, "You bastard, who do you think you are, what do you have? Can you stay with me, Nietzsche Lutheran?"

Han Sen's chest was in severe pain from Nietzsche's step on it, but he didn't even hum. He knew that if he hummed it himself, Nietzsche would want to torture him even more.

And what I have to do now is to try to replace Xia Zuo and the others as soon as possible. Nietzsche's right-hand man in the prison has been cut off, which is a good opportunity for him to take the position.

Han Sen is not a fool, he knows what he should do, he can no longer be in such a humble position.

Han Sen hugged Nietzsche's calf and said:

"Mr. Nietzsche, I just feel that no matter what, I have been by your side for more than a year. I think there are some things I can do well and share your worries."

Nietzsche bent down, reached out and pulled Han Sen's hair, and said with a grim expression:

"Who the hell are you? What qualifications do you think you have to do things for me?!"

Han Sen gritted his teeth in pain, and said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Nietzsche, I can speak Chinese, and I am also fluent in Italian dialect. I can speak some French and English. I think I can work for you."

Nietzsche raised his hand and slapped Han Sen mercilessly, "Pa Pa Pa Pa——" and then let go of his right hand, which was pulling Han Sen's hair.

"Hum—!" With a sound, Han Sen's head fell on the tile again, making a crisp sound.

Han Sen took it all without saying a word, the blood stains from the corner of his mouth dripped down slowly, and there was a strong smell of sweet and fresh blood.

Nietzsche restrained the ferocious expression on his face, glanced at Han Sen coldly, then sat back on his sofa, looked at Han Sen and said, "Come here, help me put on my shoes."

Han Sen nodded, got up and walked over quickly, helped Nietzsche put on clean black socks, put on his shoes, and tied the shoelaces. Han Sen looked up at Nietzsche and found that the man was also bowing his head. He looked straight at himself, without any emotion in his dark green eyes, as if the vicious thug just now was not the elegant and noble man in front of him.

Han Sen quickly lowered his eyelids, fastened Nietzsche's shoelaces with his slender fingers, and then lifted the men's socks along the edge towards Nietzsche's ankle.

Nietzsche threw a bunch of keys at Han Sen's feet.

Han Sen was taken aback, seeing that the bunch of keys looked very familiar.

Nietzsche's toneless voice came from overhead:

"If you take care of the activity room, you will move to live across from me in the future, and you will be my doorman."

Han Sen nodded quickly,

"Okay, I see, Mr. Nietzsche!"

Nietzsche hummed in a low voice.

Han Sen knew that he had finally replaced Xia Zuo's position and became Nietzsche's right-hand man in the prison.

Han Sen tidied up Nietzsche's trousers, and then asked:

"Mr. Nietzsche, do you still have to eat in the activity room for three meals in the future?"

In the past, when Xia Zuo and the others were together, they ate three meals a day in the activity room. In the afternoon, Nietzsche was reading a book while the others were playing Texas Hold'em or doing other activities.

Nietzsche nodded, "Yes."

After Han Sen got everything ready, he went to the activity room for breakfast with Nietzsche. Nietzsche was never a talkative person.

Han Sen didn't talk much. The two of them were sitting together in the activity room. It was very quiet at the moment. The sounds of the prisoners playing basketball and making noise on the playground outside the window seemed distant and clear, intermittently transmitted to the activity room and to Han Sen. in the ears.

"Bang bang bang-"

There was a rhythmic knock on the door. Han Sen stood up and opened the door. It was the black-haired white man who had been bringing things to them knocking on the door.

"what's up?"

Han Sen asked.

The man stretched his head slightly, and saw Mr. Nietzsche sitting on the edge of the dining table, quietly eating breakfast with his head down, as usual, without saying a word, the man reached out and handed the bag to Han Sen: "Han Sen Sen, here are all the things that Mr. Nietzsche and you want, everything is ready, you can carry it in."

Han Sen nodded, took the man's injured things, nodded and said, "I'm sorry."

The man smiled and waved, "Give my regards to Mr. Nietzsche. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Han Sen closed the door, turned around and walked in with his things. He didn't have anything he wanted at the time, so he dumped everything out and wanted to put it in the cupboard in the activity room.

"Take them all."

Nietzsche said in a deep voice:

"Keep the cigarettes and cigars, take everything else away."

Han Sen nodded, put away all the things he had just taken out, put them in a bag, then packed up the tableware and took it to the counter to wash it, and took the book list to tell Nietzsche what he wanted The book I read was brought back from the library and placed on the coffee table in front of Nietzsche, then I went back and packed up my things and moved them to Xia Zuo's room.

The white area where Nietzsche was located had the best accommodation in the entire Roman prison, with everything in it, unlike the dilapidated rooms in the Chinese area today.

The rooms in District B (white people’s district) have everything and complete facilities. You can’t help but have a clean and tidy bed, and the walls on all sides are completely painted. There is a separate relatively spacious and well-decorated bathroom, and a medium-sized refrigerator. , TV and VCD player, and the dining table in the room is relatively large, the bench and dining table are brand new with high quality.

Anyway, my interpersonal relationship circle may not have changed much for a long time, and I still have to be tortured by Nietzsche's perverted methods. However, in such adversity, the improvement of living conditions still makes the young Han Sen feel that After shaking, I feel very happy all day, at least I don't have to live in that dilapidated prison cell in District C (Chinese District).

Thinking of this, Han Sen smiled happily.

"What's the matter, Han Sen, why are you packing up? Are you going to be released from prison?"

Shen Zui, who was wandering around the corridor chatting with acquaintances, suddenly saw Han Sen packing up, so he walked outside Han Sen's room and asked him why he was packing up.

Han Sen looked at Shen Zui, stuck his head out to look around, and whispered to Shen Zui, "Nietzsche let me live opposite him."

Shen Zui suddenly realized that he waved his fingers, nodded and said:

"Yes, I remember that Xia Zuo and others were bailed out, and the front of Nietzsche was vacant. You will be his doorman."

Han Sen nodded and lowered his head to fold his clothes and put them in the box.

Shen Zui looked at Han Sen, bent down and said, "Anyway, I'm fine now, let me clean up for you."

Han Sen nodded,

"Ok!"

It's good to have someone to help, so it will be faster.

Shen Zui smiled at Han Sen, rolled up his sleeves, and bent down to help Han Sen start packing.

The two of them worked all afternoon before they packed up their things. Shen Zui helped Han Sen clean the room again.

"Okay, Han Sen, it seems that everything has been cleaned up."

Han Sen nodded and sat down at the edge of the table.

Shen Zui also sat down, propped up his hands, looked around and said:

"Oh, the conditions here are really good, Han Sen, it's so comfortable."

Han Sen nodded in agreement, with a restrained smile on his lips.

Shen Zui reached out and patted Han Sen's shoulder, stood up and said:

"Okay, Han Sen, I'm going back, do you want to have dinner with me?"

Han Sen raised his wrist to look at his watch, shook his head and said, "No, I want to have lunch with Nietzsche."

Shen Zui shook his head helplessly, smiled at Han Sen, then turned around and walked out very interestingly.

Of course Shen Zui knew in his heart that Han Sen would never disobey what Nietzsche asked Han Sen to do, besides Nietzsche.Lutheran would not give Han Sen a chance to disobey him.

After Shen Zui opened the door and walked out, Han Sen closed the door, quickly took off all his clothes, went into the bathroom, rinsed off the sweat stains on his body, put on clean clothes, and walked towards the cafeteria.

Han Sen first went to get four baguettes, then took the morning newspaper back from the police room, then went to the laundry room, rolled up Nietzsche's clean clothes and walked towards the activity room.

When he walked into the activity room, Nietzsche was sitting on the sofa reading a book, with a snow-white cigarette between his fingers. Han Sen rolled his eyes, looked at the ashtray, and counted the cigarette butts in it. Nietzsche had already smoked five cigarettes today. a cigarette.

According to habit, Nietzsche usually only smokes two cigarettes a day. Han Sen has never seen Nietzsche smoke more than two cigarettes since Han Sen served him for so long.

Han Sen put the clothes on the sofa, and then put the newspaper in front of Nietzsche:

"Mr. Nietzsche, the newspaper you want."

Nietzsche nodded, put down the book in his hand, took the morning newspaper from Han Sen, and opened it to read. Han Sen stood by the counter and made coffee, then put the bread on the dining table, and turned He looked over at Nietzsche and said, "Mr. Nietzsche, it's time for lunch."

"understood."

Nietzsche put down the newspaper in his hand and walked slowly towards the dining table. Han Sen tore the bread and put it in front of Nietzsche. Nietzsche picked it up and took a sip of coffee, then raised his watch and said : "5 minutes late today, what did you do?"

Han Sen quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, looked at Nietzsche and said:

"Go and move everything to B[-], didn't you ask me to move there?"

Nietzsche nodded.

"Have you been busy all afternoon by yourself?"

Han Sen was taken aback:

"what?"

Nietzsche gave Han Sen a cold look. He didn't like to ask others the same question repeatedly: "Are you alone?"

Han Sen shook his head:

"And Shen Zui, he helped me move it together."

Nietzsche hummed in a low voice, with no expression on his face.

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche, saw that Nietzsche didn't say anything, so he continued to eat.

"咚咚-"

There was a knock at the door.

"I'm going to open the door."

Han Sen stood up and opened the door. When he opened the door, he saw Shen Zui standing in front of the door. Han Sen asked suspiciously, "Shen Zui, why are you here?"

Shen Zui smiled and said:

"Your coat is in my room, and I will send it to you as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, Shen Zui handed over the coat to Han Sen. Han Sen took a look, it was his own white coat.

Han Sen nodded and took it over, "Thank you, Shen Zui."

Shen Zui reached out and patted Han Sen's shoulder, and said with a smile:

"Thank you for the relationship between the two of us? You are too out of touch, Han Sen."

With a bang, Han Sen suddenly turned his head and saw Nietzsche put the glass in his hand on the table, and the water splashed out and spilled on the table.

At that moment, Han Sen saw Nietzsche's expression dim.

Han Sen walked out quickly, closed the door behind him, and whispered to Shen Zui:

"Shen Zui, don't come here to look for me in the future."

Shen Zui silently pointed inside.

Han Sen nodded, smiled helplessly, and patted Han Sen on the shoulder.

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Han Sen said, then turned and entered the door.

Han Sen turned and opened the door, walked in, sat down opposite Nietzsche, and put the clothes he was holding on the sofa.

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen coldly, and Han Sen said in a deep voice:

"I accidentally left the clothes at Shen Zui, and he just sent them to me."

Nietzsche looked straight at Han Sen, and then slammed the glass on the ground. He looked at Han Sen and said, "Clean the glass."

Han Sen nodded and got up to get the broom.

Nietzsche said blankly:

"Pick it up with your hands."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche's unhappy expression, and finally bent down and began to slowly pick up the glass shards at Nietzsche's feet.

"Well--"

Nietzsche stepped on the back of Han Sen's hand suddenly.

Han Sen felt that all the shattered glass shards were embedded in his palm. Han Sen suddenly felt a sharp pain all over his body, but he just hummed softly and stopped making any noise.

"Mr. Nietzsche..."

Han Sen raised his head and looked straight at Nietzsche. A burst of sweat suddenly spread on his forehead. Nietzsche slightly pulled his lips and looked at Han Sen with a happy expression, "Does it hurt?"

Han Sen pursed his lips tightly, his face turned pale, he shook his head silently, and said, "It doesn't hurt."

"Is it."

Nietzsche smiled evilly softly, and then pushed harder on the soles of his feet.

"Does it hurt, tell the truth, or I will make you feel more painful."

Han Sen took a deep breath, nodded with pale cheeks and said:

"pain."

Nietzsche gave a low laugh, then looked at Han Sen and said:

"Clean up and get out."

"Understood, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche let go of his hand, Han Sen endured the pain, cleaned up neatly, then turned around and went out the door quickly.

Back in his cell, Han Sen folded his arms and fell onto the bed.

Han Sen curled up and fell on the bed. His left hand tightly held his right hand, fingers connected to his heart. The pain in his palm was like a knife piercing Han Sen's heart.

In fact, Han Sen was covered in cold sweat from the pain.

"Bastard... I'm going to kill you...!!!"

Han Sen said viciously in a low voice, then gasped and sat up holding his palms. Under the bright light, Han Sen's cheeks were pale.

After a while, Han Sen felt that the dull pain in his palm was relieved, so he sat quietly on his bed, carefully pulled out all the glass shards on his palm with his left hand, and then applied medicine and a bandage After wrapping up and tying a knot, he obediently returned to Nietzsche's side, washed the tableware for Nietzsche, cleaned the huge activity room, hung up all the clothes in his room, and finally had dinner with Nietzsche Back to his cell.

For a whole afternoon, Nietzsche didn't say a word to Han Sen, nor did he let Han Sen go to satisfy his desire at night.

Han Sen went straight back to his room. Because he was really tired, Han Sen went to bed and fell asleep soon.