Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

After the prison guards closed the door, the prisoners naturally stopped standing there dumbly. Some sat, some lay down, and most of them stared at the two men with great interest, including Gui Zhilun.

Yang Bo clearly knew people here. After putting his things away, he quickly blended into the group.

An Xiaohai carried his belongings and walked towards his assigned bed.

Cell number 27 houses exactly 27 prisoners, and bed number 27 is located in the innermost corner of cell number 27.

An Xiaohai frowned slightly. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have been allocated a bed like this.

Although the First Prison does not allow prisoners to choose their own beds, they can submit a report to apply for one. Beds like No. 27, which are located at the very back, will inevitably become the target of prisoners scrambling for them once they become available. How could it possibly be their turn?

Did Yang Yuanbing help? It's unlikely.

The head of a department only accepted such a small favor from you; helping to transfer you to a better cell is already quite generous. To even arrange a bed for you is a bit unrealistic.

An Xiaohai glanced around; the nearby prisoners were looking at him with mockery, which was clearly not a good sign.

However, now is not a good time to delve into this; we can only take it one step at a time.

Just as An Xiaohai finished making his bed, the cell door opened again, and the person brought in was a familiar face—Peng Yuangui, who had previously shared a cell with An Xiaohai!

Seeing Peng Yuangui's timid and hesitant appearance, An Xiaohai frowned even more.

"What on earth is going on? Could it be that the mastermind behind this has struck again?"

Peng Yuangui's bed was not far from An Xiaohai's, so he naturally spotted An Xiaohai quickly. In that instant, An Xiaohai felt a very subtle glint in his eyes.

Fortunately, Peng Yuangui wasn't stupid; he didn't immediately rush over to greet An Xiaohai. Having just arrived in a new environment, he wanted to figure things out first.

Just then, a skinny guy who looked like a monkey suddenly ran over and started helping An Xiaohai organize his things with a grin.

Just as An Xiaohai was about to refuse, this guy suddenly spoke up in a low voice:

"Hey young man, this bed was slept in by my brother's best friend. My brother said it's fine for you to leave your things here, but if you dare to sleep on it tonight, hehe!"

After the monkey finished speaking, he glanced in one direction.

An Xiaohai looked up and, sure enough, a few beds away, a guy was glaring at him fiercely, his reddened eyes revealing a menacing glint.

An Xiaohai suddenly understood why such a good bed was unclaimed.

It turns out this bed belonged to a death row inmate, who has most likely already been executed; otherwise, that menacing-looking guy wouldn't be in this state.

This is a bit annoying! An Xiaohai frowned deeply.

In this prison teeming with villains, there is no place for kindness and weakness. If An Xiaohai shows weakness in this matter, he will face endless bullying.

In his previous life, An Xiaohai, who had no will to live, was extremely weak. Apart from holding onto his last line of defense, he was almost always submissive in every other aspect.

An Xiaohai's weakness did not earn him any sympathy or understanding, but only endless ridicule and violence!

However, if he does not comply, endless conflicts await An Xiaohai. An Xiaohai is not afraid of mental and physical harm; the key is the prison authorities' attitude and punishment.

If the prison authorities choose to compromise and assign equal blame to both sides, then things will get complicated, and An Xiaohai's sentence will continue to increase.

This possibility is quite high. The vast majority of prison guards don't care about fairness and justice; they only care whether you will cause them trouble.

Or should we just go along with their wishes for now, and then slowly think of other ways?

The idea had barely surfaced in An Xiaohai's mind when he decisively banished it.

An Xiaohai looked up at the ceiling, but his gaze seemed to penetrate the reinforced concrete and look towards the distant sky.

Heaven gave An Xiaohai a second chance at life, but does that mean he should live a weak life like before?

No! That's not it! An Xiaohai shook his head.

Yes, in An Xiaohai's view, the old him was essentially a weak person. His so-called fear of further punishment was actually just a perfect excuse he made for himself!

Did An Xiaohai get a lighter sentence in his previous life? No! He was supposed to have a ten-year sentence, but he served a full twenty years in prison before getting out! So, trying to compromise or suffer injustice to make peace won't work here!

Prison is a dark jungle with its own rules of survival. Trying to survive well in prison using worldly rules of survival will make it extremely difficult.

Ironically, not long ago, An Xiaohai rejected Wang Tiejun's idea of ​​training him, because he didn't want to be bound by police rules.

But now, An Xiaohai himself is using worldly rules and values ​​to imprison himself.

That's pretty ridiculous.

In prison, you have to follow the rules. An Xiaohai is an inmate serving his sentence. If he wants to have a good life, he has to live by the logic and value system of an inmate!

"Forget about it. You're no longer that college student. You're just an ordinary prisoner in the First Prison, convicted of manslaughter!"

An Xiaohai let out a long breath, and at that moment, he actually felt a sense of relaxation throughout his body.

lay down.

Yes, that's the word.

Only by truly letting go can one achieve true rebirth!

An Xiaohai's gaze became increasingly focused, and the smile on his lips became more and more pronounced.

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me? What are you laughing at? Are you crazy?!"

Seeing that An Xiaohai first glanced at his boss and then stared at the ceiling and started laughing, the monkey-like man was so frightened that he quickly moved away and said something fierce with a suspicious look on his face.

An Xiaohai ignored him, stopped tidying up, patted his clothes, and walked towards the so-called boss.

The leader continued to stare intently at An Xiaohai, while several of his underlings began to stir up trouble.

"Hey! Look, look! That kid's coming over!"

"What's he doing here? Wants to fight? How arrogant!"

"Arrogant my foot! Look at him! He's just here to kowtow and beg for mercy from the boss!"

"That's true, and he's quite handsome. We're all rough-and-tumble guys here, and we're just in need of someone like him, hehe!"

"You perverted freak! I love it!"

……

An Xiaohai ignored these people and walked straight to the boss, then casually plopped down on the bed opposite him.

"You little brat, are you looking for death? Did I even give you a seat?!"

"Get out! Stand up right now, or I'll kill you!"

The henchmen standing nearby immediately objected and started clamoring.

"Hey boss, can we talk this over? I'm not in the best of health, and I can't stand sleeping on the floor all the time. How about we switch? You can sleep in your brother's bed, and I'll sleep in yours, okay?"

The leader was clearly taken aback by An Xiaohai's words and was momentarily stunned.

"Are you kidding me?"

It's considered unlucky for a prisoner to have slept in a bed that has been used by someone who has been executed. An Xiaohai's suggestion was that he might as well just sleep in that bed himself.

"That means there's nothing to talk about."

What do you think?

"I also feel there's no point in negotiating, so I'll just have to dump this damn bastard on you!"

Before An Xiaohai could finish speaking, a lightning-fast palm strike shoved hard at the boss's nose!