"Ho huh huh--!"

The sound of the prisoners making excitement became increasingly dense and louder, and violent emotions erupted. Everyone vented their dissatisfaction in their hearts in anger. The scene was a little out of control. Fortunately, they were in the prison, otherwise it would be troublesome. The sound was shaking around. The prisoners downstairs were infected by anger and followed suit. In this prison, everyone had nothing to do, and they were holding a ball of fire, like a bucket of fire, and a little bit of Mars exploded.

The police did not expect the situation to turn out like this, and their faces suddenly turned cold and they immediately called for support through the walkie-talkie. Soon, countless explosion-proof police rushed over and shot the disobedient prisoner with rubber bullets. Their rage was suppressed again. The policeman looked at Luo Zheng coldly. The prisoner had been rioting in groups several times, and each time it was because of Luo Zheng. If this continued, something might happen.

Invisibly, the police felt a surge of pressure coming, and his breathing stagnated, and he shouted in distress: "What do you want?"

"Uh?" Luo Zheng was not sure what the police were thinking, thinking about why other prisoners were making excuses. When he heard the police questioning, his face turned cold and said coldly: "What do you think?" Before he was not clear about the situation, the best way was to kick the problem to the other party and then act according to the opportunity.

"You want to increase food. We meet your conditions. Why are you still making trouble?" The police shouted dissatisfied, his face was solemn, his eyes full of vigilance. He looked at Luo Zheng coldly, fearing that Luo Zheng would suddenly hurt people.

"Have I made a fuss?" Luo Zheng asked coldly, looking at the policeman. Seeing the policeman looking at his fists and the walls that were hit, he suddenly realized something. He thought about it and said coldly: "It's easy to not make noise. I need to improve the food. I can't eat the food of you foreigners. I want meat, fruits, and vegetables."

"I can report your request, but I cannot guarantee that you can fulfill it. Before that, you can't make any noise." The policeman said coldly, looking at the blood on the wall, feeling terrified. This guy is not only cruel to others, but also to himself. With so much blood, aren't you afraid of losing your arms?

"Want me to be quiet? Yes, give me a human-shaped training post, an iron pillar, and a crust outside, just like a human-shaped one, otherwise everyone should not calm down." Luo Zheng keenly realized the riot caused by his hitting the wall, and couldn't help but move and took the opportunity to make a request.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across the policeman's face and said, "We don't have such things, can the sandbag be OK? If possible, I will report the situation. If not, there is nothing I can do."

Luo Zheng sneered without comment and turned his back. Seeing that Luo Zheng had nothing to say, the police left in a hurry and asked the warden to report the situation. Luo Zheng didn't know if he could get these benefits. He tried it and continued to train for a while. This time he did not hit the wall again, but instead imagined the enemy contact out of thin air, practiced sweating, washed, lying on the bed and reading the book for a while and fell asleep.

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In the Warden's office, after hearing the police's reaction, the warden's face turned cold and his slightly closed eyes emitted a fierce light. An urge to reject him came out on the spot, and he took people to beat Luo Zheng. However, when he thought about Luo Zheng's terrifying combat effectiveness, even if he subdued Luo Zheng, he would probably have to suffer losses. Without converting, the more he thought about Luo Zheng's hot potato, but when he thought about the cash check that had not been exchanged in his pocket, he felt much better and said, "Give it all to him, as long as he doesn't make a fuss, no noise, and it doesn't affect the normal order of the prison. He is not allowed to leave the prison and contact other prisoners."

"Yes," the policeman looked at the warden in confusion and agreed to leave. He was full of doubts, but he did not dare to ask more questions. He conveyed the order. The free man arranged for him. The policeman returned to his office and reviewed the internal files. There was no information from Luo Zheng. He immediately understood that this was a depositor.

The so-called depositor is a common saying within the prison police. In order to create welfare, prisons often accept some people, who are depositors, and the depositors will pay a fee to the prison. Simply put, it is to make full use of prison resources and provide convenience for those in need. As for who the depositor is and whether there is a crime, it does not matter, and there is no need to ask more questions.

After the police learned that Luo Zheng was a depositor, they lost interest. There were such people in the past, but they were not real prisoners. There was no need to be angry with such people. They all gave money. What are the requirements to satisfy them? As long as they did not die, they would charge the energy source and kill the depositor, and everyone would lose their income. Why bother?

Luo Zheng's identity as a depositor was quickly spread by the policeman, and no one was in a difficult situation. Luo Zheng was serving the God of Wealth with delicious food and drink, but one thing was that he was not allowed to leave the prison for half a step. In this way, Luo Zheng's activity range could only be in the prison. It was okay for a day or two. After a long time, people would be depressed and go crazy. They could only train continuously to stop thinking, make their emotions numb, and they would not think about anything, but to train.

Time passed unknowingly, and Luo Zheng didn't know how many days they did. He only studied and ate every day, and could only move in prison. He could not take a step out of the prison. Fortunately, he would meet any prison if he needed, as long as the conditions were not too much and beyond the scope of the principle.

On that day, Luo Zheng was tired of training and someone came to deliver the meal. Luo Zheng stepped forward to get it. The old man who delivered the meal suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Someone asked me to ask you, which country are you from?"

"Uh?" Luo Zheng was shocked and looked at the old man who was delivering the meal coldly. The old man thought Luo Zheng was going to take action. He was startled. The rice bowl he brought up almost fell to the ground and smashed it. Fortunately, Luo Zheng reacted quickly and caught the rice bowl. The old man looked at Luo Zheng in panic and quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong. No. 9 Cang asked me to ask, and you can forget it if you don't answer."

"Cang No. 9, who is?" Luo Zheng asked in a low voice, feeling a little excited. In this closed prison, he could not contact outsiders, nor could he take a step out of the prison, and he could not get out of it. Unexpectedly, someone became interested in him. This is a good thing, at least an interesting thing. Anyway, he was idle.

"I don't know, I look like you, a yellow man." The old man said quickly.

"Yellow race?" Luo Zheng was shocked. Not only is the country of China, but also the neighboring country. This is not enough to indicate his identity, so he lowered his voice and continued: "Tell him, show his identity first." Before he was unsure of the other party's identity, Luo Zheng did not dare to reveal his identity.
Chapter completed!