Yang Yi was walking towards the new cell, wherever he went, it would cause crazy cheers and shouts from the prisoners.

"You are dead! If I buy you, you will lose, you will die."

"Your head will be beaten flat!"

"I bought you and win. If you make me lose, I will pee on your body, bastard! You have to win!"

With all kinds of shouts, every prisoner looked very excited, but Yang Yi's expression was very complicated.

Yang Yi sometimes seemed very excited and sometimes very confused, but most of the time, he seemed very panicked and helpless.

Of course, prisoners can see Yang Yi's performance. Those prisoners who hope he will lose will use various languages ​​to hit him, and there are certainly prisoners who hope he will win. These people will find ways to cheer up Yang Yi, but it is impossible for them to hear those particularly exciting words from their mouths. Apart from threats, there is only insulting, so they just changed their way to hit Yang Yi.

Finally, he walked to the new cell and stood at the door of the new cell, Yang Yi's last eyes lit up.

There was no one in the new cell, and it was a bunk bed. Buddy did it and helped Yang Yi get everything he needed.

The door of the prison cell opened, Yang Yi entered the door, and waited for the iron door to close, he quickly turned around and whispered to the prison guard: "When will the boxing champion come?"

The prison guard looked at Yang Yi with a very complicated look. He did not answer Yang Yi's question, so he turned around and walked away.

It was almost dark, and the lights would be turned off at nine o'clock. Yang Yi felt that the boxing champion would come before the lights were turned off, so he still had time, but it was impossible to have too much time.

Yang Yi threw his stuff on the upper bunk, and then he quickly climbed up.

Climbing to the upper bunk, Yang Yi looked at the height of the bed, and then he untied his plastic hammer from his waist as quickly as possible, looked at the curve of the stick, waved it twice and tried the feel, but did not straighten the curve of the stick, but maintained the curve of the stick.

He pulled out the triangular thorn from his waist and held it tightly in his hand. Then Yang Yi began to find a comfortable and convenient position to exert force.

Holding a plastic stick in his right hand and a triangular thorn in his left hand, Yang Yi knelt on the bed, felt it for a while, and then squatted on the bed, and then sat on the bed. Finally, he chose to kneel on the bed with both knees, because only this posture could allow him to maintain the strength of his attack to the greatest extent.

Just as Yang Yi was still looking for a suitable position, he heard footsteps and then heard the cheers of the prisoners.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yi closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his face changed from being indifferent to panic and helpless.

The boxing champion stood at the door of the cell, and then he met Yang Yi's eyes through the iron railing.

The boxing champion smiled at Yang Yi, smiling very happily.

The prison guard opened the boxing champion's handcuffs outside. After waiting for the door of the cell to open, the boxing champion couldn't wait to enter the cell.

"No one is allowed to move until I leave."

After a loud warning, the prison guard looked at Yang Yi who was on the upper bunk, then looked at the boxing champion in front of him, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Close the door!"

At this time, Yang Yi suddenly screamed.

"Don't leave! Take me out of here, don't leave!"

Yang Yi shouted at the top of his lungs. The prison guard glanced at Yang Yi, but hesitated for a moment and turned around and left.

The prison guard left, the boxing champion turned to look at the prison guard's back, then he turned around and looked at Yang Yi, took a long breath, and then said to Yang Yi with a fierce look on his face: "Are you scared?"

Yang Yi looked vicious, but no matter how he looked vicious, he was pretending.

"Don't come over, don't come over! I warn you not to come over!"

Yang Yi was shouting at the boxing champion with a hideous smile, but the boxing champion took a step forward with a happy smile, and then he stopped again.

The boxing champion reached his hand to his back, and then he slowly pulled out a knife about twenty centimeters long. The back half of the knife was wrapped with cloth, and the real sharp blade was only five or six centimeters long.

He pinched the knife between two fingers, and the boxing champion smiled and said, "I can kill you with my fist. Do you know what this is for? I'm going to use this to slowly cut you on you after I can't move. Are you ready to enjoy it?"

Yang Yi gasped quickly, and the boxing champion smiled and said, "Why don't you talk anymore? Aren't you very good at speaking? Oh, I will cut off your tongue in the end, and you still have a chance to speak."

Yang Yi was like a child hiding in the bed, and he just covered his head with a quilt. He stepped back on the bed on the upper bunk and retreated to the edge, and then he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Fark oil! Fark! You sissy with no balls, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

Now Yang Yi is a poor man who seizes the opportunity to curse a few more words before he dies. He can only seize the time to get some cheaper on his mouth.

But the boxing champion was still angry.

The boxing champion suddenly threw the knife in his hand to the ground and rushed towards Yang Yi.

Just two steps away, the boxing champion grabbed Yang Yi as soon as he reached out.

Yang Yi raised his modified hammer and smashed it hard in the boxing champion's face.

The boxing champion was once a professional boxer. Although the legs were not allowed to be used in boxing, the boxer's steps were very flexible. If he stood on the ground, Yang Yi could not avoid the continuous heavy punches of a professional boxer, nor could he limit the pace of a professional boxer. Therefore, he needed to have the advantage of being condescending, so he had to find a cell with upper and lower bunks.

Yang Yi's hammer was smashed, and he took advantage of his condescending advantage. The boxing champion wanted to reach out and pull him off the bed, so he lost his flexible steps.

The boxing champion stretched out his left arm to block Yang Yi's hammer, and turned his wrist to grab the stick in Yang Yi's hand, but the chili sauce wrapped in only a thin layer of plastic cloth was spilled out smoothly under the impact of gravity.

When you see something flying towards your eyes, close your eyes. It is an ordinary person's reaction. A professional boxer will never close his eyes, and at most it will just dodge.

But the chili sauce still couldn't splash into the boxing champion's eyes, because the boxing champion reacted too quickly and just turned his head and leaned back to avoid the attack of the chili sauce with too small splash area.

However, Yang Yi did not completely expect the chili sauce to make a contribution. When he smashed it down with a hammer, his whole body had already pounced forward and down.

The boxing champion's head tilted back, and Yang Yi rushed out in the air. The boxing champion's right hand grabbed Yang Yi's pants, but Yang Yi rushed to the boxing champion's face and fell heavily to the ground with the boxing champion.

The two fell to the ground together, but Yang Yi immediately turned over and stood up.

The triangular thorn was still holding Yang Yi's left hand, but only half of it was left, and his triangular thorn was broken.

The remaining triangular thorns pierced into the boxing champion's neck, right next to the Adam's apple.

The fear and panic on Yang Yi's face disappeared completely, leaving only indifference.

The boxing champion struggled to climb up from the ground, and he quickly staggered to stand up, but instead of pounced on Yang Yi, he stumbled back.

As he grew up, the boxing champion looked panicked. He made a horrible sound from his mouth, and his hands were holding on his neck frantically. Then he grabbed the short thorns that showed a short piece of the thorns, trying hard to pull out the thorns in his neck.

When the triangular thorn was pulled out halfway, the boxing champion fell to the ground again.

The boxing champion died, and his entire neck was pierced, so he could not survive.

After breathing a little, Yang Yi threw half of the thorn in his hand to the ground. He felt his legs were a little weak, so he wanted to sit down slowly against the wall.

Finally, he finally killed someone. He killed someone with a homemade plastic weapon at close range. Yang Yi felt that he was about to exhaust himself, but he didn't feel afraid at all. He just felt very tired, that's all.

In a clean and neat way, Yang Yi killed a boxing champion who was much stronger than him.

The battle lasted only one second from the beginning to the end. The moment Yang Yi rushed forward from the bed, the result was determined.

But the real time of the battle is not the moment when Yang Yi swung the plastic hammer, but it has already begun when Yang Yi challenged the boxing champion in the restaurant. When Yang Yi made his own weapons, he tried to transfer to a cell with upper and lower bunks, so that he could go in and gain a high advantage first. When he provoked and humiliated the boxing champion again and again, it has already begun when he had just played the boxing champion for a long time.

So, when Yang Yi swung out the plastic hammer filled with chili sauce, it was not the beginning of the battle, but the end of the battle.
Chapter completed!