My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

"You guys, follow me."

The prison guard in front of him made a swipe of his hand and began to allocate cells.

Ethan and Atwater were both within the range of the prison guard's arm. They followed the pot-bellied prison guard into a passage next to the circular corridor, which contained four or five rooms.

Before Ethan could react, he was pushed into a small room by the prison guard.

Atwater shrugged at him and continued walking.

The room is very small.

The bunk beds built into the wall are unobstructed. Facing the bed, there is a combination of toilet and sink, with toothbrushes, paper towels and soap on it.

If you are in jail, there is a sponge mattress on the bed, which is already very humane.

"Hey."

Noticing the person who had arranged to come in, the white boy sitting on the upper bunk breathed a sigh of relief. He jumped out of bed and reached out to stop Ethan: "Listen, let's talk clearly first."

"First of all, let me state that I am a model prisoner here."

"The toilet has to be kept clean at all times, you know what I mean?"

"You have to pay attention to etiquette when using it. I don't want anything embarrassing to happen."

"at last."

He looked Ethan up and down, with an inexplicable smile on his lips: "If you have any problems, you should solve it yourself. Don't just call the prison guard."

"Bear it, don't cry."

"People like you will be able to find shelter soon, and I believe they will live a good life in the future."

"Don't take it to heart. Maybe you will enjoy it if you wait for a long time."

The white boy quickly judged that the guy in front of him must be a weakling. He didn't have any tattoos on his body, and he didn't have the temperament of a Taoist. Instead, he looked like a college student.

This kind of person will sooner or later become the boss of those big guys.

Therefore, he did not plan to rob this guy's personal belongings, but planned to leave a good impression.

While he was educating the newcomer, the prison guard returned from behind.

This kind of thing can't stop him at all.

It is only natural for the old man to teach the newcomers rules, and it can save them a lot of trouble in their work. The prison guards are happy to see this kind of thing happen.

Next to it, there was even a sound of beating.

But this is normal. As long as it allows them to commute to get off work safely, that's better than anything else.

"Have you finished speaking?"

Ethan held the quilt with one hand and patted his orange prison uniform. The old god was watching this guy.

He is in his twenties, not tall, about 1.7 meters.

He has a rather strong body, a round head, and several tattoos on his neck.

"That's it."

The white boy frowned: "But what do you mean, rookie?"

"Don't take it to heart, I don't mean anything." Ethan moved his mouth to the upper bunk and said, "Pack your things down, I want to sleep on it."

The bed below is only one meter away from the toilet.

This is so damn uncomfortable that I can't sleep.

Up there, it's slightly better.

"Do you think I'm too talkative?" The white boy clenched his fists and immediately turned his face:

"Now, put your stuff down."

"Hold your head with your hands and let me check it again."

This is where the weak prey on the strong. As long as you show a little cowardice, you will be eaten to death.

The white boy didn't expect that the other party would be so arrogant when he first came in.

What he just said made him angry.

"Uh-huh."

Ethan's arm suddenly stretched out, and his five slender fingers were like iron pliers, pinching the white boy fiercely.

"Bang."

The next moment, the boy was slammed into the wall.

As Ethan's arms pushed up, his body also rose all the way up, his face turned red and veins popped out.

He tried to pull Ethan's palm, but it was tightened hard again.

For a moment, I couldn't breathe.

"Yo."

A cheerful shout came from outside the door: "Lyle, I heard you have a beautiful boy here."

Along with the voice, three strong white men appeared at the door.

When they saw the white boy being pushed against the wall, they were stunned for a moment. What was going on? Isn't it the other way around?

"boom."

Ethan let go, and the white boy named Lyle collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

Everyone is empty-handed, who is afraid of whom?

Three against one, the advantage is mine.

"Farke."

This simple mathematical problem allowed several strong white men to quickly figure it out. Without hesitation, they rushed in with an angry curse and rushed towards Ethan with their fists raised.

The roaring fist was easily dodged by Ethan.

Raise your palms and pinch them into a hook shape.

With a swish, his arm struck hard at the ribs of the bald man at the front. The moment his fingertips fell, he could feel the vibrations in his flesh.

"Uh~~~"

The strong man just let out a cry of pain when Ethan held his head again.

The wrist exerted force, and there was a bang.

The bald head hit the bed hard, and stars suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Boom."

His fist was swung out like lightning, hitting the man on the left's chin with one punch, and he kicked one foot straight to the right with great force.

The cloth shoes issued by the prison were printed powerfully on the chest of the last person.

"Bang."

In the end, the man shook his arms wildly, took a few steps back, and fell to his knees.

His mouth opened, trying to suck in air.

But there was a burst of sharp pain in his chest, and he fell to one side weakly.

Outside the door, an orange-red shadow swayed.

Atwater heard the noise and walked over quickly. When he saw the three people lying on the ground, he quietly gave Ethan a thumbs up, then pretended that he hadn't seen him, stepped over the person and walked outside.

Private fights actually happen quite often.

As long as the noise is not too big, the prison guards will usually pretend they didn't see anything.

There are so many people in a prison, and they can be beaten twice and sent to a solitary room because the room is not enough.

"How about it?"

Ethan smiled at the white boy and said, "I must be polite enough to you."

Looking at the few people struggling on the ground, Laila nodded frantically.

You are too polite.

"Now, let me tell you my rules." Ethan kicked the bald man away and said to the white boy: "As long as I am in the room, you are not allowed to go to the toilet. I will beat you once."

"Don't snore while sleeping."

"Hit once, beat once."

"It's nothing, don't bother me, bother me once, kick me once."

Seeing the three people struggling to get up, the white boy nodded with difficulty. Where did this monster come from? It knocked down Yam and the others in less than ten seconds.

Yam and the others are considered the number one figures in this prison.

In front of this person, he was like a toy.

No matter what the request is, we can only agree to it now. As for what to do in the future, let’s think about it slowly.

"Clean up."

Ethan pointed to the quilt that had just been thrown into the lower bunk and said casually: "By the way, help me lay it out and make it tidy."

"Thanks."

He patted the aggrieved white boy and walked out of the cell.