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High-risk prison area.

It was lunchtime.

The prisoners took their pre-prepared food trays from the food cart, returned to their tables in the dining area, and began to eat.

It was supposed to be a meal, but looking at the dry bread, hummus, and other things on the plates, along with a cold piece of synthetic ham that combined technology and brutal labor, the prisoners found it utterly tasteless.

The meals at the King County Correctional Center in Seattle often follow one principle: they are high in calories but absolutely not tasty.

It's more like a life-sustaining meal.

However, for those gang prisoners, this kind of food is not too bad, especially since most prisoners are used to exercising and don't care much about the taste of the food.

Moreover, they can chat freely while eating, so eating is also a way for them to relax.

However, lunch today was unusually somber, with the entire prison area's dining area falling silent.

Many of the prisoners, who came from gangs, felt that something was missing at this moment.

Their prison ward godfather.

If they hadn't met that person, they would have remained in a daze, engaging in violent acts in prison, relying on hormones to get through their time there, and continuing to live a life of danger and struggle on the streets after their release.

After meeting Wayne, many people unknowingly developed a kind of attachment to him, similar to that of a father.

Even though many of the gang members were already in their thirties or forties, much older than Wayne.

He is the father of the venerable one.

It's like a group of people walking in a dark cave who happen to catch a glimpse of a torch and can never forget that light.

At this moment, Lyon was also carrying a tray towards the dining area, but unlike before, there was a figure behind him who kept grabbing his trouser pocket.

It's that freckled guy named Lu Ao.

At this moment, Luo was no longer the arrogant person he had been when he first entered the prison that morning. His face was a little red and swollen, and his eyes were full of caution and prudence.

His gaze became unusually shifty, and he would frequently glance around out of the corner of his eye, as if afraid that someone would laugh at him.

But thinking of everything he had suffered in the bathroom that morning, he didn't dare to loosen his trouser pocket at all.

Even now, he walks somewhat like a crab, trying to spread his legs apart to avoid rubbing against any injured area.

He knew the prison was a dark place; otherwise, he wouldn't have been sent to teach Wayne a lesson.

He just hadn't expected prison to be so dark.

It was darker than he had imagined.

American prisons are essentially a primitive jungle where the strong prey on the weak.

Someone like him is like an innocent rabbit; he'll be devoured in no time...

He couldn't help but turn to look at Leon's thick lips, those gaping maws that seemed to want to swallow him whole.

What happened in the bathroom this morning will become a nightmare for the rest of his life.

He never imagined that he could first become a two-hole socket and then be forced to become a plug.

Then they switch in turn.

It's like a fucking damn plug adapter.

Thinking of this, Lu Ao's eyes reddened again; he had forgotten how many times he had cried today.

This can't go on.

As he passed a prison guard, Luo suddenly lunged at him, grabbed his arm, and pleaded:

"Officer, let me out! Please, let me out! I've done nothing wrong, I shouldn't be here... Please let me make a phone call, they're forcing me... This is prison bullying! This is..."

Before he could finish speaking, an arm like that of an Amazonian anaconda suddenly wrapped around his neck, tightening its grip and rendering him unable to utter a word.

Lyon's voice, as thick as his neck and head, rang in his ear—an intimate whisper. Rouau could even feel the warm breath from Lyon's mouth entering his ear.

"Luo, my little Luo, what are you doing? It's mealtime, you'll disturb others... Oh, I forgot, you might already be full today..."

"But that's okay. A balanced diet can't just consist of protein; you also need to supplement with some carbohydrates..."

Tears streamed down Luo's face as he looked up at the prison guard with pleading eyes.

Only the prison guards can save him now.

He only needs to make one phone call, and everything will be solved.

You damn prison guard, save me!

Unexpectedly, the prison guard in front of him simply shrugged and said:

"Hey bro, everyone who comes here says they shouldn't have come in, there are more people saying they're innocent than people lined up to get with the Kardashians."

He then looked at Lyon, frowned, and said:

"Leon, keep an eye on your boyfriend...girlfriend? Who cares, just keep an eye on your sexual partner and don't let him cause trouble. You know the rules."

Leon grinned and said:

"Okay, Officer Anderson, I'm sorry to have troubled you, I'll keep an eye on him."