Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Just when Feng Bai was prostituted again in the reception room.

According to Han Sen's instructions, Shen Zui invited those homosexuals back, paid them a high commission, let those boys with no ambitions live in Feng Bai's house, and specially planted marijuana for them. Then make marijuana.

Cannabis, as long as it is planted in the right way, the temperature is adjusted moderately, the soil is moist and soft, and the fertilizer is rich and high-quality, it will mature quickly in a short period of time.

Those few boys are all young, and they are gentle and easy to talk, and they don't have any rebellious intentions. They are all white-faced chickens who can only make drugs and can't do anything else.

Shen Zui specially sent two well-armed burly men to be their bodyguards, to buy fertilizer for growing marijuana, and to deliver meals to them, to prevent them from being bullied and prevent them from having ulterior motives.

At the same time, Shen Zui began to recruit troops in that area in a low-key manner, mainly doing cocaine retail business.

Shen Zui does his best to use the only free resources in his hands to create the maximum value of money, because when their goods are sold out and the money is earned enough, Shen Zui will start smuggling from Colombia to contact sellers, that is a dangerous life Really start.

Smuggling, especially drug smuggling, is a matter of life.

Shen Zui came to Han Sen's side every now and then to tell Han Sen the outside situation. Sometimes he couldn't come, so he would send his subordinates to come over. Shen Zui needed to discuss many issues with Han Sen at critical moments.

Although Han Sen doesn't talk much at ordinary times, but the city is extremely deep, Shen Zui is now alone in danger, the only person he can trust is Han Sen.

Their wealth is constantly growing, and they will face more and more challenges in the future.

On Nietzsche's side, the friction with Akino continued to escalate, but they were all minor incidents, mainly because the Nietzsche family hadn't found out the inner ghosts in the family until now, so they were unwilling to go to war.

So, Han Sen doesn't have any problems to solve now, and Nietzsche doesn't seem to want to say anything to Han Sen deliberately.

On the one hand, it was because Nietzsche had always been a man of few words, and on the other hand, Nietzsche was unwilling to tell Han Sen about these things, and he thought about them silently in his heart.

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At the end of July, when it was approaching August, it was time for the university courses that Han Sen had studied for a long time to start taking exams.

Because he has been studying these courses very seriously and carefully read the books specified by his instructor, the exams for these courses are not difficult for Han Sen.

The exam is divided into three days, and there are a total of six courses that need to be examined-economics, literary literacy, advanced mathematics, western philosophy, logic and English.

Every day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, Han Sen passed all the exams with excellent results.

"Mr. Han, please stay here for a while."

When the last exam was over, the tutor who had been in charge of Han Sen kept Han Sen, and all the other students in the classroom left.

Han Sen nodded politely, returned to his seat and sat down.

"Mr. Han, I'm sorry to take up your time, but I have something to tell you."

Han Sen looked at the instructor and nodded, politely said:

"Nothing, sir, I have a lot of time, please tell me."

The instructor, who was in his early 50s, nodded, took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and put them on the table at hand, then picked up Han Sen's test paper and looked at it, and then took Han Sen's report card from the folder He took it out, handed it to Han Sen and said, "Mr. Han, here is your report card for this semester."

Han Sen took it in his hand and looked down. The result column was a row of red A+, and each subject had achieved the best results.

"Sir, what do you want to say?"

Han Sen looked down at the report card, then handed the report card back to the tutor, looking straight at the tutor.

For this university tutor who worked hard to teach him knowledge, Han Sen has always respected him, so he is also very patient with him.

The instructor waved his hand and said kindly to Han Sen:

"Mr. Han, you are the best student I have ever met, whether in school or in this prison, you are the best, your learning ability and understanding ability are very outstanding and amazing.

I'm not interested in your past experience, and I don't care.So, I just want to ask you, are you still interested in learning about the professional courses in the next semester? "

Han Sen shook his head without hesitation and said to his instructor:

"Sorry, sir, I have no academic pursuits myself, so I may not be here after this semester."

"Hey……"

The instructor sighed uncontrollably, looked at Han Sen with a regretful expression, and said, "Mr. Han, can you think about it carefully, if you persevere, in a short time, you will be in economics and advanced mathematics. If you have achieved something in the world, I can also recommend teaching jobs to the university where I teach. These are all okay.

Talents in this field are the most scarce in our universities and academia now. I hope you will not waste your talents. Maybe your appearance can inject a fresh blood into our academia. "

Han Sen shook his head expressionlessly,

"Sir, each of us has a path to go, and I personally don't think academics and college are the right part of my life."

From being Nietzsche.The day Lutheran met, Han Sen's life path was doomed. He was forced into the mud and darkness by Nietzsche. At this moment, he can't get out, and he will dominate everything.

He, Han Sen, is destined to come from behind and dominate the dark underground world.

"Well, I will write to the warden about your outstanding performance during this period, and your university certificate will be issued to you on time."

"Sir, I will trouble you then."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen got up and bowed politely to the instructor, then turned to leave.

"Mr. Han, no matter what, you are my best student."

The instructor looked at this young student who had always been serious and relaxed, and said this sentence.

"Good day."

Han Sen said goodbye to the instructor very politely, then opened the door, turned and walked out.

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When he went out, it was almost time for dinner. Han Sen quickly went out, stretched his legs, and walked towards the activity room.

Nietzsche was still sitting there flipping through a pile of paper-like things on the table.

"Have you finished the exam?"

Seeing Han Sen enter the door, Nietzsche raised his head and asked.

"Yes."

Han Sen nodded, walked to the edge of the sink, reached for the kettle, filled a teapot of cold water and started to boil hot water, then went out to the cafeteria and brought back a few loaves of bread.

Nietzsche sat quietly on the sofa, while Han Sen stood by the counter and waited for the hot water in the kettle to boil, then turned his head silently to look at Nietzsche's silent face.

Han Sen stared blankly at Nietzsche's thin chin and slender neck exposed, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and he swallowed silently.

"Pass me a cigarette."

Nietzsche looked down at some documents, his expression seemed very unhappy, and his slender fingers quickly tapped a few times on the table.

"Ok."

Han Sen quickly walked over, and quickly smoked a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table in the activity room and handed it to Nietzsche.

Nietzsche reached out to take it, and then bit it in his mouth. Han Sen picked up the lighter on the table, bent down and lit the cigarette Nietzsche was biting into his mouth.

Han Sen looked down at the documents. They should be from Nietzsche's family. Han Sen didn't know what happened. Nietzsche, who was still in prison, needed to read the family's documents himself.

Nietzsche stretched out his hand and opened his skirt in displeasure, revealing his fair and slender neck and the white chest under the neck. Han Sen rarely saw Nietzsche so annoyed.

"Damn."

Nietzsche cursed in a low voice, with a stern look on his face, then leaned on the sofa behind him, spread his long legs, and silently smoked a cigarette.

After only taking two puffs in his mouth, Nietzsche put the hand holding the cigarette on the edge of the leather sofa, letting the snow-white cigarette between his slender fingers burn slowly, and the white smoke Slowly, it floated out from the bright red lips.

The hot water has been boiled, Han Sen walked to the edge of the sink and slowly made a cup of coffee for Nietzsche, and then brought it to Nietzsche, Han Sen looked at Nietzsche's cold face, and said in a deep voice: "You seem to be I encountered some problems and seemed to be in a bad mood.”

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen indifferently, and said expressionlessly:

"What else can I do? It's just that bastard Akino who has been trying to get along with me."

Nietzsche was silent for a while, then suddenly said with a ferocious expression:

"If that bastard falls into the hands of me, Nietzsche Lutheran, I will definitely tell him not to live or to die!"

Akino is quite cunning, he hides very deeply, he has been huddled in his own territory and refused to come out, it is really not easy to kill him without anyone noticing, otherwise Nietzsche would not let him live until now.

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche fell silent again, and after a few seconds, he pulled up his bright red lips and smiled silently, as if he had thought of something that made him feel interesting.

Han Sen gently bent down beside Nietzsche, reached out and handed the hot coffee to Nietzsche, "Your coffee."

Nietzsche nodded, reached out to take the cigarette handed by Han Sen, took a sip slowly, then put down the coffee in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked straight at Han Sen who was sitting beside him, pulled his lips and continued smile.

"Han Sen, let's play."

Nietzsche stared straight at Han Sen with his dark green eyes, put down the coffee in his hand, picked up Han Sen's palm and put it on his belt.

Han Sen's Adam's apple moved up and down slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen stretched out his hand to untie Nietzsche's leather belt, pulled off the edge of Nietzsche's black shorts, and buried his head in it.

For so long, Nietzsche has loved the feeling of being completely sucked up.

According to Nietzsche's preference, Han Sen put it in his mouth as deeply as possible, and then licked the top vigorously. His slender and warm hands gently stroked the sides of Nietzsche's thighs, and then slowly moved along the edges of his thighs. down until he pinches Nietzsche's slender and tight calf.

Han Sen held it in his hand, and kneaded slowly on the side of his calf with his fingertips.

Nietzsche's calves are very sexy, unexpectedly not as strong as ordinary white men, they are long and thin, with fair skin.

Han Sen silently lifted Nietzsche's trousers, and slowly rubbed his warm fingertips along the ankle. Han Sen gently pinched the delicate skin of the calf.

Nietzsche is a man who pays attention to his image all the time. This is true in front of Han Sen, and even more so outside. Han Sen has never seen Nietzsche wearing pants that exposed his ankles outside, so he has been wrapped in clothes for many years. The calf skin appears extremely delicate and smooth.

"Well……"

Nietzsche seemed to snort comfortably.

Han Sen sucked harder and tighter, his soft tongue was silent and warm—everything was according to the man's favorite way.

In Han Sen's memory, pleasing Nietzsche was the only rule he followed in his youth.

Nietzsche held a cigarette in his hand, and his complexion was slightly flushed because he felt very comfortable.

Nietzsche picked up the cigarette in his hand, took a deep breath in his mouth, watched Han Sen's movements with his eyes straight, stretched out his other free hand, and pressed the back of Han Sen's head violently.

Han Sen felt Nietzsche poke him in, and his actions were extremely rude. Han Sen accepted it without saying a word. He was used to this, used to everything this man did to him, and used to this man playing with him. young body.

"Okay, suck it tight."

Nietzsche said in a low voice, his tone was cold and hoarse, and then he pressed Han Sen's head hard again. Han Sen felt a hot current rushing into his throat.

With a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth, Han Sen let go of the fingers pinching his calf, held it and sucked it again, then raised his head, silently swallowed all of Nietzsche's things, and lowered his head to lick his lips.

Nietzsche let out a low breath, then looked straight at Han Sen's young face, and said in a deep voice, "Take off my clothes."

Han Sen bent down and took off Nietzsche's clothes,

"Do you still want to continue?"

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen coldly, "Nonsense."

Han Sen put aside the clothes that Nietzsche had taken off, held Nietzsche's leg with one hand, and asked about his calf.

"call--"

Nietzsche breathed out, turned over suddenly and pressed Han Sen on the sofa, biting the slow-burning cigarette in his mouth with one hand.

"Wait a minute, you might get hurt."

Han Sen said in a hoarse voice, then stretched out his hand under Nietzsche, and then helped him to sit down.

"Um……"

Nietzsche sat down heavily, and Han Sen followed suit with a low snort.

Nietzsche supported Han Sen's arm, first moved it lightly, and then slammed it up and down twice fiercely. Han Sen let Nietzsche brutally seek pleasure on his body, and silently stroked Nietzsche's slender thighs .

For so long, Han Sen has been in this role, providing his young body to satisfy the perverted hobby of the brutal man in front of him.

However, Han Sen no longer hated and loathed him as much as he did at the beginning.

Childish men hate power and violence, always feel that the dark side of society is disgusting, and when a man sticks out of the mud and becomes indifferent to indifference, this man...is mature.

Han Sen sat up suddenly, holding Nietzsche's waist with both hands, and pushed upward fiercely.

"Well……"

Han Sen's powerful movements made Nietzsche snort, his cheeks flushed slightly, Han Sen put his arms around his waist tightly, and sucked his right breast.

"Are you comfortable, Mr. Nietzsche?"

Han Sen looked up at Nietzsche.

Nietzsche put his hand on the cigarette in his mouth, looked down at Han Sen coldly, and asked for no reason, "What's the name of that sissy who often hangs out with you?"

Han Sen looked straight at Nietzsche and said in a deep voice:

"Feng Bai."

"Is it."

Nietzsche reached out and pulled Han Sen's hair violently, so that Han Sen's face was facing him, and said blankly: "Are you on a good relationship? I heard that you have recruited prostitutes."

Han Sen was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Yes."

"Clap--"

With two slaps, Nietzsche slapped Han Sen's face fiercely,

"You are very kind, you do this kind of thing behind my back, Han Sen."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche suddenly raised his hand to smack Han Sen's face. Han Sen quickly reached out to hold Nietzsche's palm. This was the first time he resisted Nietzsche's tyranny. Looking straight at Nietzsche, he said in a deep voice, "Mr. Nietzsche, that woman is my gift to Feng Bai."

"I've never had an intimate relationship with anyone other than you."

Nietzsche sneered, with contempt on his arrogant look:

"Intimacy?"

"You have to figure it out, you are just a plaything of mine. And...if you cheat me, do something with others behind my back, molested yourself behind my back, as long as I find out, I will let you die , I can’t wish for death. As long as I, Nietzsche Lutheran, are not tired of playing, you will always be my thing. Do you understand!?”

Nietzsche pinched Han Sen's chin viciously, the mafia thug's eyes were cold.

Han Sen collected his expression and nodded,

"I see, as long as you don't get tired of playing, I will always be yours."

"Just know. Go ahead."

Nietzsche reached out and patted Han Sen's face, his expression seemed very happy, insult and sadism seemed to be a very happy thing to him.

Han Sen nodded, raised his head and kissed Nietzsche's slender neck vigorously, hugged Nietzsche's waist with his hands, and moved according to Nietzsche's favorite way, pleasing the man on him with his young and slender body...

After the end, Nietzsche was still sitting on Han Sen's body, and Han Sen felt that he was beating in the warm body.

"Well……"

With Nietzsche's permission, when the thing finally rushed out, Han Sen let out a low snort. His muscular arms hugged Nietzsche's lean body tightly, and his lips sucked Nietzsche's white chest.

Nietzsche raised his hand, picked up the cigarette in his hand, and took a deep breath. The pale white smoke slowly drifted out from Nietzsche's red lips.

Nietzsche's dark green eyes stared straight at the sparkling cigarette in his hand, with a sadistic emotion that could not be resolved, his red lips were tightly pressed together, his slender white fingers pinched the cigarette, and he pressed it without hesitation. On the steady beating artery of Han Sen's neck.

Han Sen felt a sharp pain in his neck, and his temples jumped a few times, but he didn't even hum.

Nietzsche stared straight at the high-temperature cigarettes that scorched Han Sen's skin covering the arteries, and said quietly: "My dear boy, you must always remember that you can survive here because of my blessing, you stand still!" When I was in the sun, my name Nietzsche Lutheran was clearly engraved on my face, as long as I am not bored, you can only obediently listen to me, and you should be grateful to me even for breathing."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche lowered his head suddenly, and bit Han Sen's neck mercilessly until Han Sen's wound began to overflow with blood.

"Yes, Mr. Nietzsche, I know."

Han Sen pursed his thin lips tightly, and the long-standing hatred and desire for revenge violently hit his heart again, almost swallowing the usually calm and cold Han Sen.

Those branches of memory extending from the obscure adolescence are like twisted and twisted twigs, with sharp thorns of hatred, boundless humiliation, and inexplicable unreasonable feelings that should not have arisen at this time, almost It is necessary to tear Han Sen's solemn and steady young face apart.

Even so, Han Sen was still sure of his anger and hatred towards Nietzsche, an elder who had no self-respect and could do whatever he wanted.

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Nietzsche.Lutheran.

In that year, I fell into your hands irresistibly.

You trample on my youth.

You destroy my life.

You make me unable to face my own face.

Everything you did to me, everything you said, every homosexual [rape] that you forced on me.

I, Han Sen, will pay you back a hundredfold.

Make your life worse than death.

Make it hard for you to turn over forever.

Make your noble face fragmented. ——Han Sen