Huang Mao stopped in front of Yan Yu and raised his hand nonchalantly, trying to pinch his face: "Hey, look who's back, oh~ it's the irritable little princess."

"Three people."

Yan Yu raised his head. Under his messy half-length hair, his shining eyes were like two bottomless ancient wells, brewing something terrible.

When his eyes collided, Huang Mao felt cold for no reason and subconsciously took half a step back.

Suddenly he realized that he was frightened by this loser. He cursed angrily and raised his hand to throw it at Yan Yu's face: "Why are you so crazy? I'm sorry..."

laugh……

Before he finished speaking, his angry curses turned into shrill screams.

But Yan Yu was the first to grab his neck and push him against the bed rail. His right hand showed a flash of silver light. Under the dazzling afterimage, he stabbed Huang Mao's shoulder fiercely, and then tilted his hand.

It was scratched and torn down to the waist and abdomen.

Is the scalpel sharp?

Answer: Very sharp.

With one stroke of the knife, Yan Yu didn't even feel much resistance.

Huang Mao's chest was opened with a hideous wound that was more than thirty centimeters long. Blood spurted out like a fountain, covering Yan Yu's body like a fountain. Through the wound, the wriggling organs inside could be clearly seen.

Bloody and cruel.

This scene completely shocked the two people who were about to get out of bed.

"No, don't..."

Huang Mao struggled violently, the feeling of powerlessness as the blood spurted out, the fear of approaching death, and the stinging sensation of the wound continuously stimulated his nerves.

The malice in his eyes disappeared, replaced by unspeakable fear and horror.

He doesn't want to die.

"Like, a dead pig."

Yan Yu casually threw the yellow hair to the ground, shook off the bright red blood stains on the blade, and looked at the violent bear quietly: "Do you know how big the difference is between fighting and killing?"

"No……"

Poof!

Before Bao Xiong could finish speaking, Yan Yu suddenly kicked off his foot, lowered his head and bumped into his chest. The cold scalpel blade was pressed against his chest muscles, and he dragged his wrist, opening an S-shaped wound on Bao Xiong's body.

Yan Yu knew very well that the size of the scalpel was too short and too narrow, so it would be harmless to poke it in. At most, it would be a hole the size of a finger, and only scratches could maximize the damage.

"Fake, damn... get out of here, you're crazy..."

"Modi, help me..."

The violent bear struggled hard, trying to push Yan Yu, the crazy beast, away, but the opponent was like brown candy, clinging to him and unable to get rid of it no matter what.

"Don't be afraid."

Yan Yu's rationality was unprecedentedly calm, and the violent roar and struggle of the violent bear did not affect his next action - the scalpel penetrated his arm, and while the blade turned, it easily cut off his hand tendons.

Click!

He suddenly let go and kicked the violent bear in the crotch cleanly.

In the clearly audible crisp sound, the violent bear suddenly arched its upper body, its eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out, the veins on its forehead trembled, and its black skin showed signs of turning white.

Poof!

Yan Yu grabbed his hair, stabbed the scalpel into his eye socket, twisted hard and then picked it out. With a soft "pop" sound, he easily dug out the bloodshot eyeball.

"Ahhhhh..."

The violent bear lost all reason. The only thing he could do was to curl up and cover Bo Bo's bloody eye sockets and his crotch that was broken into rotten flesh. He was twitching on the ground like a dead fish while trying to get under the bed.

That's the only place to hide.

"It's not over yet."

Yan Yu tilted his head, squatted down and cut off the tendons of both his legs, leaving a pool of blood. Then he slowly stood up and walked towards the last bald nigger: "I forgot about you. The wound on my head is just

You hit me."

"you……"

The bald head was so cold that he saw him, and he was shocked as if he had been struck by lightning. He hurriedly retreated back, shouting with tears in his eyes: "No, no..., please listen to me..."

Bang!

Yan Yu kicked him in the chin, used the scalpel on his wide-open chest, and made two vicious slashes, forming X scars. The flesh rolled and blood flowed, and he punched the center point.

Poof!

Blood burst out, and a blood hole appeared in the bald head's chest that could not be healed.

After doing all this, he looked back at the cell opposite, smiled meaningfully at the prisoners, moved his ears inadvertently, and threw the scalpel into the toilet.

Gululu...

The spinning scalpel was flushed into the sewer. At the same time, several prison guards rushed over and appeared at the door of 404.

"Hold your head, squat down, don't move..."

"Drop your weapons."

"Put your hands up and get down on the ground."

Tom broke in and pointed his gun at Yan Yu nervously. The smell of blood on the tip of his nose caused a thin layer of sweat to break out on his forehead. The look he looked at him clearly contained anger and...fear.

Click!

The prison guard rushed over with blood on his face, suppressing the fear that his scalp was numb, and pressed one knee on the back of Yan Yu's neck. He finally breathed a sigh of relief after restraining his hands with handcuffs.

Look around.

The upper body of the violent bear got under the bed, and there was no movement. Huang Mao's chest heaved violently, and he pressed the wound hard against the bed board, panting violently, and his face looked like a dead person.

The bald man had already burped his farts, and a hole as big as a fist was opened in his chest. It was a wonder he was still alive.

"Damn it, you lunatic."

Tom dragged out the body of the violent bear. When he saw the mottled wounds on his body and the empty eye sockets, he couldn't help but feel cold and his pupils shrank rapidly. He was so angry that he grabbed the baton and hit him.

As for his violent beating, all Yan Yu did was curl up, protect his head and grit his teeth to bear it.

Bang!

Severe pain came, and Yan Yu felt a sharp pain in his back. As if he had been hit hard, he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of blood mist, making his whole body hunched into a ball.

Sweat mixed with blood soaked the messy hair into strands and clung to his face. Yan Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and the murderous intention spurted out like real substance.

"Tom, Tom..."

Seeing that he was getting more and more aggressive, and even trying to hit Yan Yu's head, the prison guard hurriedly rushed over to stop him: "Tom, if you beat him to death, your job will be over. You still have three months to get all the rewards."

Amount of pension…….”

"I……"

The rage in Tom's eyes gradually faded away, he kicked him hard, dropped the bloody baton, and left here panting: "I'll call an ambulance and notify the warden."

Cough, cough, cough.

Yan Yu put down the arm that protected his head, looked through the gaps in the broken hair, and watched Tom's leaving back indifferently, twitching the corners of his lips, revealing a cold smile.

This beating was not in vain.

Laborer, athlete, and fighter, these are the three careers he decided on.

Fighters can change jobs through carats, and there are also many laborers in prisons. However, according to the posts Yan Yu read, it is not easy to get in touch with these people, and the job transfer task is not easy.

And the athletes are also in some trouble. The athletes mentioned in the post have been released on bail.
Chapter completed!