Chapter 158 Yang Fan’s Prison Life (IV)

"The biggest enemy? What does it mean?" Yang Fan looked at the brat in confusion, and couldn't help but wonder: Is there still a war in prison?

"This bald man is the boss of the East District. Our original boss, Scarface, is the boss of the West District..." Before the kid finished speaking, he interrupted Yang Fan.

"Stop! What's the East and West areas? Do you think this is still an NBA? Could it be that there is still a final in the area?" Yang Fan said angrily. This is too funny.

However, the kid didn't think it was funny at all. Not only did he not laugh, he also said to Yang Fan seriously: "NBA is the east, the west, our here is the east, the west. Boss, did you see the red line on the center of the ground that day?"

Yang Fan looked in the direction pointed by the kid's finger. There was indeed a very long red line on the ground. This red line divided the place into two parts.

“那条红线,叫分界线.它就是狱警用来隔开我们区和他们东区的线,我们也把它叫做‘三八线’.线以东为东区,以西为西区.我们在线的西边,就是西区.”屁孩很耐心地给杨帆做着解释.

"Oh! Since we are separated, why are we fighting with them?" Yang Fan asked in confusion.

"Boss, we are indeed separated from them most of the day. However, during lunch, everyone will go to the cafeteria. Then the boss in the east and west areas will send five people to play, and the others can bet on who will win. The odds are based on the strength of the players." The boy explained.

"Oh! To put it bluntly, is it the same as the underground black fist? As long as you fuck until the other party can't get up?" Yang Fan asked, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious about the boy's words.

"It's almost the same! As long as it's not too hot, the prison guards generally don't care. After all, the prison guards still have to get commissions from it!" said the brat.

"Is that bald man very powerful?" Yang Fan's eyes fell on the bald man's face, and he couldn't help but wonder: Apart from his scary appearance, that bald man seemed to have nothing to fear!

The brat shook his head and said to Yang Fan: "That bald head is just a soft persimmon, it explodes with one pinch. The real power is the man who looks very down-and-out next to the bald head."

When Yang Fan was paying attention to the bald head just now, he felt that the man who looked very down and out seemed to emit a violent blood. At this time, the boy's words just confirmed Yang Fan's feelings.

"That person is indeed very powerful, especially the kung fu on his legs." Yang Fan said to the brat lightly, and his cold eyes quickly swept over the man.

The man seemed to notice Yang Fan's cold gaze, raised his head, and a pair of violent eyes shot towards Yang Fan.

Yang Fan did not deliberately avoid it, but just took back the coldness of his eyes and smiled at the man.

The man seemed to feel that the danger had disappeared, and lowered his head again and looked at the cement floor beneath his feet.

Yang Fan turned around and saw the shit boy opening his mouth, looking at him in surprise, reached out and patted the shit boy's head, and cursed: "I told you not to be obsessed with me. Why are you still watching me like this?"

After a while, the shit said, "Boss, you are really my idol. When you look at it, you know that the person's feet are very powerful. Can you tell me what you can see?"

"Use this!" Yang Fan pointed his finger at his eyes and said angrily, "From now, please don't be obsessed with me so much! I'm just a legend. I heard that you are the 'Prison Knowledge', now tell me about that person's information. Remember, I want the most detailed information."

"Boss, you've found the right person! Not only is I a 'prison know-how', but I'm also a recognized 'little Zhuge in prison'..." I don't know if it was Yang Fan's saying that he was a 'prison know-how', which made the boy's self-confidence soar, or in order to show Yang Fan his ability, the boy began to learn from Yang Fan's shamelessness and brag about himself.

"Stop! I want to listen to that person's information, not asking you to talk nonsense." Yang Fan gave his shit a speechless look. Only your pig brain is also a "little Zhuge". I think it's almost the same as "big pig brain".

"That person's name is Yuan Kang. He came in a year ago for slashing a second-generation ancestor and was sentenced to three years. Originally, our West District had always had an absolute advantage in the noon single-handed fight. However, since the bald man used this newly entered Yuan Kang, our people have lost a lot. Yuan Kang's leg skills are very good, and basically our people can't stand his kick. Even the boss, no, Scarface is not his opponent." The shit said, as if he saw people lying at Yuan Kang's feet rolling and moaning on the ground, his eyes full of fear.

Yang Fan smiled faintly. Judging from his observation of Yuan Kang, although Yuan Kang's explosive power and speed were very good, he was still more than one level away from him. Therefore, Yang Fan was not worried about his safety, but was full of curiosity about Yuan Kang. From his first feeling about Yuan Kang, Yuan Kang was definitely not a traitor and evil person, and his heart would never be as decadent and depressed as he looked now. From his indifference just now, Yang Fan reads the concern hidden in Yuan Kang's disappointment. For a person with concern, how could he be a truly decadent person?

"What family does Yuan Kang have outside?" Yang Fan asked.

"There is an older sister and a younger sister. The older sister is Yuan Lin and the younger sister is Yuan Jie." The brat replied.

"Why did Yuan Kang use a knife to cut the second generation ancestor?" Yang Fan continued to ask.

"The reason is very simple. Yuan Kang's sister Yuan Lin works as a typist in a company. The son of the boss of the company saw that Yuan Lin was very handsome, so he tricked her into the office to try to rape her. In order to protect her innocence, Yuan Lin jumped out of the office window and broke her leg. In order to avenge her sister, Yuan Kang took a knife to see the second generation ancestor." The brat said to Yang Fan.

"So that's how it is!" Yang Fan smiled faintly and said to the brat, "Go and tell the bald man that I will wait for him in the cafeteria at noon today."

After saying that, Yang Fan walked slowly towards the cell. It seemed that even if Yang Fan was in jail, he would not be so calm!

At noon, the prison canteen was filled with prisoners from various cells. Today, in addition to eating, they came to the canteen to have another thing that attracted them more, that is, to watch a "feast" that will be held in the canteen soon.

This feast is not a banquet on the table, but a visual banquet, a banquet filled with blood and violence. There are only two protagonists in this banquet, namely Yang Fan and Yuan Kang.

Yuan Kang, a down-and-out boy who created 31 miracles with his legs, has become an invincible myth in their hearts.

Yang Fan, a mysterious man who defeated the most powerful brother, Scarface in the West District in an instant, also left a miracle in their hearts.

If Yuan Kang is a legend, then Yang Fan is a legend for them now. Now, people in the East and West districts are full of expectations for this "Tianwang Mountain" battle and bet on the players they support.

At this time, Yang Fan, one of our protagonists, was sitting leisurely in the corner of the cafeteria, gnawing on the chicken legs in the plate in a surprised look, as if today's game had nothing to do with him.

"How about it, are the chicken legs delicious?" The bald man came to Yang Fan with the support of a group of little brothers in the East District, pushed the kid away, and sat in the seat opposite Yang Fan.

"The chicken legs are not only delicious, but also very fragrant." Yang Fan grinned and smiled at the bald head.

In Yang Fan's eyes, the bald head was just a mad dog that knew how to bark at people. Yang Fan even felt a waste of saliva when scolding him.

"It's delicious, just eat more! Don't you have no chance to eat later. Haha..." The bald man smiled wildly, as if Yang Fan had fallen at his feet and was moaning in pain.

"But, I don't want to eat it now. Because some people's mouths are too smelly, but unfortunately the fragrant chicken legs have changed their taste." Yang Fan didn't look at the bald head, stood up from his seat with a "swoosh" and walked straight to the canteen door.

It happened that Yuan Kang walked into the cafeteria from outside and passed by Yang Fan.

"Your name is Yuan Kang?" Yang Fan turned his head and looked at Yuan Kang and asked.

Yuan Kang raised his head, looked at Yang Fan coldly, and asked without answering, "Are you my opponent Yang Fan today?"

Yang Fan suddenly smiled, reached out and patted Yuan Kang on the shoulder and said, "I am Yang Fan. Your name is Yuan Kang?"

Yuan Kang nodded, and did not speak, his cold eyes still had never left Yang Fan's face.

"So you are Yuan Kang!" Yang Fan sighed deeply.

"Why do you sigh?" Yuan Kang asked coldly.

"You are indeed a sharp sword, but unfortunately you lack a scabbard that suits you." After Yang Fan said that, he walked out of the canteen regardless of Yuan Kang who was still in a daze.

...

Ten minutes later, at the entrance of the canteen, Yang Fan and Yuan Kang stopped again while they were passing each other. However, this time the two were in the opposite direction. Yang Fan walked in from outside, while Yuan Kang stood in the canteen.

"You are right! A sharp sword does require a suitable scabbard. But I am not a sharp sword." Yuan Kang said, and the eyes falling on Yang Fan's face were still cold.

"I'll go there and wait for you first!" Yang Fan smiled faintly and walked over.

As soon as Yang Fan left, the bald man came over and said arrogantly: "Are you going to kick that guy over with a few kicks?"

"How many kicks do you want me to use?" Yuan Kang asked coldly with his back to his bald head.

"If you kick him over with just a few kicks, it's meaningless. If you are happy, you can play with that ignorant guy. In short, you have to help me knock that guy down." The bald man smiled arrogantly, as if he saw Yang Fan being trampled by Yuan Kang, and a lot of gambling money kept flying into his arms.

Yuan Kang looked at the bald head in disgust and did not say anything more to the bald head. If it weren't for the purpose of getting a sum of money from the bald head every month and sending it to his sister and sister outside the prison, Yuan Kang would have raised his foot and kicked him at the bald head without hesitation.

Yang Fan and Yuan Kang stood in the siege of a group of people. There were contestants here, but no referees; there were duels here, but no rings... As long as the opponent was knocked to the ground and he couldn't get up, he would win.

"Come on!" Yang Fan smiled faintly and waved to Yuan Kang.

Yuan Kang suddenly raised his head and rushed towards Yang Fan like lightning like a wolf filled with sheep.

Yuan Kang's speed, especially his explosive power, was really fast. In a blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Yang Fan, and kicked Yang Fan's thigh without any slackness. The whole movement was flowing and completed in one go.
Chapter completed!