Xiao Xiong looked at Guan Yu doubtfully and did not speak any more. Since Guan Yu, the brother of that man, was not worried about his safety, he still had a hairy heart.

"Eat, eat." Guan Yu laughed.

They shrugged their shoulders indifferently and bowed their heads to settle the food in front of them.

Unlike the silence of 334 cells, 335 is now a scene of abuse and beatings, and the sound of abuse and beatings is clearly heard in the ears of 334 prisoners through the thick walls.

"Fight, TM beat me to death. Nima is a neuropathy. He has no leisure life until he dies." The number...