Yang Yi was not locked up, but was released directly, as if nothing had happened.

It was still time for the release of the news that the prison guards threw Yang Yi directly onto the playground.

The boxing champion was almost sent back to the playground with Yang Yi, but the boxing champion was welcomed by his younger brothers, while Yang Yi was the only one.

As long as the opportunity is found, the boxing champion will be impatient to intimidate and threaten Yang Yi, as well as psychological blows.

"Boy, have you figured out how to die? You're dead! I promise you that you're dead. Even if I'll go to the heavy prison area, you're dead!"

Ignoring the boxing champion's clamor, Yang Yi's chest and stomach still hurt very much, so he walked to a corner where there was no one alone and found a place to sit down.

I let out a long breath, and as I exhale, my chest felt a tingling pain.

"Everyone here is a bastard!"

He grumbled in a low voice, and Yang Yi began to rub his stomach.

The cage fight is inevitable, Irving will arrange it.

Irving is very happy to see Yang Yi die, so it is easier to hide the fact that Li Dai Tao Zombie. Although the real Benjamin may be a little troublesome, it is a one-time and for all for Irving and the entire prison.

Yang Yi was watching the boxing champion.

The boxing champion has a very strong figure. His neck looks almost as thick as his head. Moreover, without a trace of fat on his body, his physique still looks very large.

Basically, what is Tyson's physique and what is the boxing champion? Except for the different appearances, the rest of them is like carved from a mold.

Look at Yang Yi again. Although he is not low in height, he looks too thin by comparison. If the boxing champion is heavyweight, then Yang Yi is lightweight.

One heavyweight and the other lightweight boxer weighs more than 201 pounds, and the lightweight boxer weighs 135 pounds, which is about 61 kilograms. It seems to be the same, but in fact, the difference is eight levels, because the heavyweight is the first level of the highest level, while the lightweight is the ninth level.

If this is a boxing match, it will not be able to fight at all. Because the gap between the two boxers is too big, Yang Yi is at an absolute disadvantage and doesn't have to fight at all, and he knows that he will definitely lose, so no one will watch such a game.

Fortunately, this is not a game, and there are no rules. Whoever survives is the winner.

Or maybe both of them are losers, but there will never be two winners, because after entering the cage, only one of them will come out alive.

Overall, from all perspectives, Yang Yi will definitely lose because he can use weapons, but the boxing champion can also use weapons. No one stipulates that the boxing champion can only use fists. Anyone with a normal IQ will buy Yang Yi to lose.

And the gambling has indeed begun.

Buddy is the person who collects bets. I don’t know if he is the dealer, but many prisoners surrounded Buddy and rushed to place bets on Buddy. Buddy wrote one in a small book with a pen.

It was like watching someone else's affairs. Yang Yi sat on the ground and watched coldly. At this moment, Chris, who had been deliberately away from Yang Yi, walked over, and then he sat next to Yang Yi.

He took out the pyramid hidden in his clothes and quietly delivered it to Yang Yi's hand. After Yang Yi hid the pyramid again, he whispered: "Thank you."

Chris whispered: "You're welcome, you owe me a favor."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "Yes, I owe you a personal favor. If I have the chance, I will pay it back."

Chris sighed and said, "I don't think you will have a chance to pay it back. Although you are really powerful, you shouldn't fight with the boxing champion cage. You can find an opportunity to do it. But you are really dead. What's so powerful is your brain. Why would you choose to fight with a professional boxing cage?"

Sighing, Chris shook his head and whispered: "You are about the same age as my son. I don't want to meddle in other people's business, but I really think of my son when I see you, so I don't want to see you die, but I can't do anything about it, I can only wish you good luck."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "You can see your son after you go out, or will your son not come to visit the prison?"

Chris took a deep breath and whispered: "He can't come because he died, he died when he was twelve."

Yang Yi put away his smile and whispered: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Chris shook his head and said, "No need to apologize, it's the topic I raised."

Yang Yi didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. After a moment of silence, Chris whispered: "I originally had a good job and a happy family, but after a drunk gangster drove into my yard, my son died, everything was ruined. I shot the driving bastard with a gun, but now I regret it very much, I should have beaten all four people in the car to death! I really deserve to beat them all to death!"

Yang Yi whispered: "You beat the driver to death, so you came here, right?"

Chris nodded and said softly, "Yes, of course, I did what an angry father should do, but I didn't finish it. Before the police arrived, I just beat the driver to death because I thought one person was doing things and one person was doing, and I would kill anyone who drove the car, but I was wrong, I was really wrong, I went to prison, and the remaining three bastards later entered my house and they shot my wife."

Yang Yi clenched his fists and whispered: "How could this happen! What happened to those three people?"

A helpless smile appeared on Chris' face, and then he said in a very ethereal voice: "The police caught them, but they were all underage, and then the longest one was sentenced to ten years in prison, the shortest one was only two years. Now they are all out of jail, and I am still here."

Yang Yi shook his head and whispered: "Damn it..."

Chris shrugged his shoulders and said, "Of course they deserve to die, but after I go out, sorry, I can't die, nor can I extend my sentence. You are a very polite young man, which reminds me of my son, but I'm sorry, I can't help you."

After saying that, Chris patted Yang Yi's shoulder and smiled and said, "All I can do is to place a bet and win you. Two packs of cigarettes, this is the only place I can support you."

Yang Yi smiled and said, "I don't think this is support, okay, just treat it as spiritual support. Tell me how to place a bet and what are the odds?"
Chapter completed!