Chapter 881 Prison Power

Being imprisoned for three days was a punishment for Qin Yang.

Confinement is a very scary thing for ordinary people, because shutting a person in a dark and quiet room with nothing else and no one to communicate with you, the dead silence will make the confinement room become like a tomb , it is easy for people to have mental problems in such an environment.

For ordinary people, they would rather be beaten with a stick than be put in solitary confinement. But for practitioners, solitary confinement is not that unbearable. After all, it is always easy to enter the physical world when practicing. I am in the state of forgetfulness. In this state, time always passes very quickly.

Three days of confinement was just a small punishment for Qin Yang. After all, Qin Yang was forced to take action. Everyone from top to bottom knew that the boss of the prison cell taught the newcomers rules, so no one sympathized with Wu Feng.

The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy.

Qin Yang did not take these three days of confinement seriously. He practiced in the dark room with peace of mind. The boundless silence made Qin Yang's practice feel particularly effective. He tried to attack the nineteenth point, but failed. I thought that it would be possible in one fell swoop, to successfully break through the acupuncture point directly.

Qin Yang returned to cell 386, and Zhang Zheng and others all stood up from their bunks with a roar.

"Brother Yang."

Qin Yang smiled and nodded: "You don't have to be so polite. I'm a newcomer and I don't understand many things. We are all in the same clan. Let's help each other."

Zhang Zheng smiled and complimented: "Brother Yang, you are really powerful. The strength of Wu Fengzhong's twenty-three acupoints can't withstand your attack at all!"

Qin Yang said modestly: "It's just taking advantage of others. If we fight seriously, we won't win so easily."

When Zhang Zheng and others heard what Qin Yang said, they immediately understood. It seemed that Qin Yang's combat effectiveness was higher than his level. After all, he said that winning might not be easy, but he didn't say that he couldn't win.

"By the way, Brother Yang, although Wu Feng's leg was broken, he will have to stay in the hospital for at least a month or two, but he is a man who must retaliate. You broke his leg and made him lose face. He I will definitely take revenge on you..."

Qin Yang hummed: "Wu Feng is not my opponent."

Zhang Zheng reminded carefully: "Yes, if there is a real sword or a real gun, Wu Feng will definitely not be your opponent, Brother Yang, but the relationship in this prison is complicated. Wu Feng is Lei Ming's younger brother. If you beat Wu Feng, Lei Ming said Maybe I have to stand up for my little brother..."

"Leiming?"

Qin Yang frowned: "What kind of strength is this Lei Ming?"

"He is a Dacheng Realm master with a violent and aggressive personality. He is a very famous leader here. He has many people under his command, and Wu Feng is one of them..."

Dachengjing?

Qin Yang suddenly had a headache. His current strength was not enough to withstand the Dacheng Realm.

"Will Lei Ming definitely stand up for Wu Feng?"

Zhang Zheng shook his head: "That's not necessarily the case, because until now, he has not made any plans to deal with you, but I think you still have to be careful. If Lei Ming really wants to cause trouble for you, you can't fight them without confidence. It's best not to be so impulsive when you go there. After all, none of those guys are good at it. It's normal to have conflicts and send people to the hospital, and some even beat people to death..."

"Beat to death?"

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of being punished?"

Zhang Zheng explained: “There are usually two types of people who beat people to death. One is those who cannot be forced to take the blame, and the other is those who have no hope of getting out of here anymore. They are considered self-defeating people. Here, unless it is a very heinous person, there will be no death penalty.”

Qin Yang nodded: "Thank you for the advice, I will be careful."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, when it was time for daily air breaks, the iron doors of all the rooms opened automatically, and all the prisoners walked out, each with a relaxed look, and even chatting and laughing.

Qin Yang also walked out with Zhang Zheng and others, and immediately received a lot of appreciative glances along the way.

"That guy is the newcomer who knocked Wu Feng down, right?"

"It is indeed fierce enough, but here, with his little strength, it may be difficult to make waves. Wu Feng is Lei Ming's man, and Lei Ming will not stand idly by. When beating a dog, it depends on the owner..."

"Hehe, maybe there will be a good show later!"

"This guy Lei Ming is very ruthless. Do you think that boy's legs will be broken?"

Qin Yang felt slightly solemn in his heart as he listened to the discussions around him and being stared at by all kinds of eyes.

If outside, everyone has to pay attention to some rules when fighting, but here, all disguises and rules have been torn away, leaving only the naked law of the jungle, that is, the strong is respected, whose fist Whoever is old enough has the right to speak.

Everyone walked to the spacious square. Qin Yang glanced at it and saw hundreds of people, a dense mass of darkness. However, the square was big enough, and even after hundreds of people dispersed, it didn't look crowded at all.

Some people are playing basketball, some are playing table tennis, some are lying leisurely on the ground, some are chatting by the barbed wire...

Zhang Zheng and others naturally accompanied Qin Yang and leaned on the steps in a corner. Here, there were also many people who did not participate in any sports, sitting leisurely on the stone steps and enjoying their daily leisure time.

Qin Yang glanced at the whole place and turned to look at Zhang Zheng: "You guys have been here for a long time. Are there any famous people here or people who deserve attention? Well, I mean powerful people, or people who cannot be provoked... "

Zhang Zheng was obviously very familiar with these things, and quickly explained to Qin Yang: "Although this is a prison for practitioners, most of them are still below the Great Accomplishment Realm. You can defeat Wu Feng, and your strength is already ranked in the upper middle level here. Unless necessary, people with the strength of the Small Accomplishment Realm probably won't provoke you."

"There are not many people above the Great Accomplishment Realm, estimated to be less than 50. Although these people are powerful, most of them practice peacefully and follow the rules. They all hold the attitude of "I will not offend others if they don't offend me", but there are also some people who are kings and have formed several forces."

"Do you see the burly middle-aged man under the basketball pile in the front left? He is Lei Ming, nicknamed Hand Grenade. He has a group of people under him and is the number one person here... and the one with a neck on the table tennis table The bald man with tattoos is called Zhou Heng, nicknamed Poison Scorpion. He is also a great success. He is another character. He has a bad relationship with Ray-Ban. The two are enemies..."

"The fat man on the iron net leaning on the railing is called Wu Jun, nicknamed Crazy Wolf. This nickname comes from the fact that when he was mad, he once bit a man to pieces, just like being bitten by a wolf... Now the three people with the most power in the prison are these three people. In addition to these people, of course, there are many people who don't look arrogant but are definitely not to be provoked..."

Qin Yang's eyes swept over a group of people not far away. An old man was sitting leisurely on a stone table. In front of him was a set of Go. He was holding a chess piece and thinking. Behind him, stood a middle-aged man who was obviously his younger brother, coldly scanning the people around him.

The position opposite the old man was empty. The old man was obviously playing chess with himself.

Qin Yang pursed his lips: "Who is that old man?"