"Go in and do the work."

Reagan pushed him, the baton shook in his hand, and pointed at the black guy who shared the dormitory with Yan Yu: "Come out, and from today on you will be transferred to another dormitory and go to work in Factory No. 3."

"Ah? Really?"

The black boy was stunned, but then his face lit up and he quickly dropped his things and walked outside.

Although Yan Yu didn't go crazy this time, he was still implicated and left to work in Factory No. 4. Just during this period of time, he felt that he was much darker...even though he was originally black.

Anyway, he is very happy to be transferred now.

"He will share a dormitory with you from now on." Reagan nodded meaningfully at Yan Yu, with a flash of malice in his eyes. It happened that Yan Yu was very observant and could keenly grasp the changes in his demeanor.

interesting.

Yan Yu flicked his wrist and used the iron bar as a crutch to lean on the ground, taking time to look at this muscular man.

"My name is Jason, Andrew Jason." The strong man noticed Yan Yu's scrutiny, tugged on his loose prison uniform uncomfortably, and said hello to them.

Before Yan Yu and others could respond, Cara's eyes shone, and with a blush on her face that was not clear from heat or something else, she responded enthusiastically: "My name is Cara."

"Yan."

Yan Yu nodded and looked at him deeply. He always felt that this guy had ulterior motives.

I was lost in my thoughts, so I called up the game forum and searched for the name Andrew Jason. Unfortunately, there were many NPCs named this name, and there were many related posts, so I couldn't find a match for a while.

Are you overthinking it?

Yan Yu frowned and buried this doubt for the time being.

"Alas~"

He picked up the iron rod and continued to practice his sword. Instead of thinking about whether these things were available or not, it was better to brush up the skill proficiency as soon as possible. There were still two attribute points that he had not obtained.

"Yan."

Dave suddenly came over, pulled him to a secluded place, and said excitedly: "I told the visitors yesterday that I would contact the mercenary team and let them come in through the secret passage and break into the prison from the inside."

"Good idea." Yan Yu smiled slightly and said with relief.

Dave patted him on the shoulder and said cautiously: "Soon, probably within the next few days."

"I see."

Yan Yu nodded slightly and watched him turn and leave, his smile gradually fading.

mercenary?

Shame on you?

How long has it been since this happened? Do you think mercenaries can sneak in?

Really, you’ve watched too many movies and thought mercenaries were awesome?

Yan Yu curled his lips. It would be okay if it was a subsequent version of the Interstellar Hunter. Those guys are all extraordinary beings who have unlocked the gene lock, but the current mercenaries... haha.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a pinprick feeling behind him.

Almost instinctively, the iron rod in Yan Yu's hand drew an arc, and his body moved sideways. With a sound like wind whistling through the air, he pointed his sword behind him.

Ding dong~

An iron rod collided with it, blocking Yan Yu's sword. Sparks flew out, shaking off several pieces of mottled rust.

The owner of the iron rod was none other than Jason, who had just come in. He also pulled out an iron rod from the trash heap. He didn't even say hello, but simply attacked Yan Yu directly, as if...

It seemed that the purpose of his coming in was to kill Yan Yu.

Jason squinted his eyes, showed a faint smile, and said: "Yan, you are really a genius. You can reach this level just by relying on a few of Carat's books."

From the exchange just now, he easily got the words out of Cara's mouth.

While solving the doubts, Jason did not forget his purpose and simply wanted to take this opportunity to test Yan Yu's level.

As for the consequences...

Even if there is any trouble, I believe Boll can sort it out.

“It doesn’t feel wrong.”

A cold look flashed in Yan Yu's eyes, and Jason's expression gave him an answer. The other party was really running towards him.

"Next, I'm going to be serious."

Jason grinned, and with the movement of his arm, the iron rod trembled, and he lightly pushed Yan Yu's iron rod away, stabbing him in the chest like an arrow from a string.

Stabbing sword?

Yan Yu withdrew his hand and looked at Jason solemnly.

The way this guy uses his sword is probably a stabbing sword. This thing is no more than two fingers wide and is similar to an enlarged version of a steel needle. It is not only sharp and quick, but also has a thin and flexible blade.

It is worth mentioning that only swordsmen, rich people, nobles and the like can practice this kind of thing. Most people will not practice this kind of thing.

But Jason's body is obviously full of strong evil spirits. This kind of person is more like a killer or a mercenary, not like a so-called rich man or aristocrat at all.

Will a rich person kill someone himself?

Don't be kidding, this is not a movie about mental retardation. This is an era where money can make things work. If you really want to solve a problem, throwing money at it is much more convenient than doing it yourself.

hiss……

Where does this Jason come from?

Do I have a grudge against him?

These findings not only failed to solve Yan Yu's doubts, but made him more and more confused.

Ding dong!

For a moment, the two of them fought again. The jingling sound was like a majestic shower, more like a passionate symphony. In a short time, it suppressed the noise of the humming machine.

"Why did they start fighting?"

"Is this Jason from the Black Horse Gang?"

"I think the possibility is quite high."

"Can that pervert Yan beat him?"

"You still need to ask? Yan even killed brother Qiao Qiao, how could..."

"It can't be said that Yan was able to kill Brother Qiaoen mainly through sneak attacks. Otherwise, how could he be the opponent of those guys?"

The prisoners, who were still working, were gradually attracted by the noise caused by the fighting.

Some were surprised or awe-stricken, and they all gathered together to discuss.

However, their opinions were almost the same, and they believed that Yan Yu should not be able to beat Jason.

This cognitive perspective mainly stems from the impression Yan Yu left on them when he first entered prison.

They are afraid of Yan Yu, mainly because they are afraid of his madness, rather than afraid of his fighting ability, just like normal people are generally afraid of mental patients.

When it comes to physical strength, Jason has the upper hand in terms of body shape and temperament.

boom!

The iron bar was thrown against the wall, scraping out a string of dazzling sparks, leaving eye-catching scratches, and the cement splattered and fell.

"hiss……"

Jason's wrist was sore and he was exhausted for a while. He took a few steps back in embarrassment, his chest heaved violently, and his face showed a shocked expression for the first time.

Damn it.

This guy is obviously a bit thinner than me, why is he so strong?

Yan Yu shook the iron rod in his hand, stepped out, and flew to his side like a ghost. He raised his hand and stabbed his arm viciously with a sword: "This thing is not suitable for you."

laugh……

He hurriedly leaned back to avoid it, but a wound of more than ten centimeters was inevitably made on his chest by the iron rod. The stinging sensation caused Jason to quickly focus his attention.
Chapter completed!