Chapter 2888

Soon, the prison guard brought Ye Chen to the door of his assigned cell, No. 8.

Originally, the prisoners inside were messing around happily. The prison guard shouted across the door, and all the prisoners stood in a line in the center of the cell honestly.

The two prison guards waiting at the door checked the number across the iron fence, then notified their colleagues with an intercom to open the fence door. Afterward, the two went in to check, and after confirming that there was no problem, they signaled to the prison guard who brought Ye Chen behind. The prison guard pushed Ye Chen and brought him into the cell.

As soon as he entered the cell, Ye Chen smelled a sour and foul smell, body odor, foot odor mixed with the smell of bedding, plus the smell of the toilet, which was nauseating.

As soon as Ye Chen entered, he couldn't help but frown, but the prisoners inside didn't care about the turbid smell inside at all.

Among them, a muscular white man with a bearded face, seeing Ye Chen's disgusted face, couldn't help but smile and tease: "Wow, our Asian beauty seems dissatisfied with our sanitary conditions here!"

A group of people around burst into laughter, and a thin black man smiled obscenely: "Boss, this guy looks delicate and tender, he should be to your taste!"

The muscular man laughed and said: "I will make him adapt to my body odor as soon as possible, and my little brother!"

The crowd laughed even more. Ye Chen frowned and glanced at the muscular man, and ten thousand ways to torture him flashed through his mind instantly.

And the muscular man, seeing Ye Chen looking at him, deliberately raised his eyebrows at Ye Chen with an obscene and playful look.

At this time, the leading prison guard introduced Ye Chen: "This is your new roommate, you will sleep in bed No. 16 from now on."

After saying this, he looked at the muscular man and reminded: "Dean, you'd better restrain yourself. The last matter hasn't ended completely, and you've already caused several such troubles."

"Dog shit!" The muscular man curled his lips: "I just messed with that kid a few times. Originally, I brought him happiness, but he couldn't think about it and committed suicide. Can this be blamed on me?"

"That's right!" A prisoner smiled and echoed: "Boss favoring him is his blessing! What's there to be unable to think about?"

As he spoke, he smiled and asked the prison guard: "Officer, is that kid dead?"

"This is still okay, not dead yet, still in rescue." The prison guard said with a black face: "However, whether he can survive is still unclear, so don't cause trouble for us recently."

As he spoke, he glanced at Ye Chen and said to the muscular man named Dean: "Some things are not impossible to do, just grasp the scale, don't cause trouble for us again."

The muscular man smiled and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, I will grasp the scale well!"

The prison guard nodded, and didn't pay attention to Ye Chen anymore, took the other two prison guards and turned around and walked out.

Afterward, the fence door closed automatically.

The dozen or so people who were still in line instantly relaxed. The muscular man named Dean looked at Ye Chen and said coldly: "Hey, newcomer! Let me tell you the rules of this cell."

Ye Chen ignored him and walked straight to his bed, No. 16.

Dean saw that Ye Chen ignored him, and was suddenly a bit angry and ashamed. He immediately rushed up, grabbed Ye Chen's collar, clenched his fists and gestured at Ye Chen: "Kid, I'm talking to you, can't you understand?"

Ye Chen frowned and said coldly: "Your mouth is really smelly, and your body is also smelly. The whole cell is full of disgusting stench. It seems that the hygiene of this cell needs to be well grasped."

As he spoke, Ye Chen pushed his hand away and simply tidied up his bed.

Dean didn't expect that Ye Chen would dare to talk to him like this, and there were some doubts in his heart, worrying that Ye Chen had some background he couldn't afford to provoke, so he stepped on Ye Chen's bed and asked coldly: "Kid, you have a lot of guts. What's your background? Report it! If you can say something, I can give you face, but if you can't, don't blame me for being impolite to you!"

Ye Chen looked at his dirty feet, leaving a footprint on his bed, and said coldly: "I have no background, just an illegal immigrant caught by the Immigration Bureau. You don't need to give me face, and I won't give you face. Now take your dirty feet away and wipe the footprints clean!"

Dean was startled for a moment. In this cell, who didn't respect him? On weekdays, he beat whoever he wanted and slept with whoever he wanted.

But he never dreamed that a delicate and tender Asian man who looked weak would dare to speak wildly in front of him, who was full of muscles.

Others didn't expect that this newcomer Ye Chen would be so brave to talk to the boss of the cell like this. Everyone was shocked and curious, wanting to see how Dean would teach this ignorant kid a lesson.

You have to know that Dean is a standard American muscular man, big and powerful, so in a place like prison where fists collide, his combat power is relatively high. In this cell, no one is his opponent at all.

Moreover, there are fifteen people in the whole cell, excluding Ye Chen, seven or eight of whom are Dean's younger brothers, and the rest are also very afraid of Dean and dare not provoke him at all.

At this time, Dean gritted his teeth with annoyance: "Kid, you might not know what kind of place you have come to! I tell you, here, everything is decided by me, Dean. If I tell you to stand, you can't sit! If I tell you to lie down, you can't lie down! Whatever I tell you to do, you have to do it. Whatever I tell you to eat, you have to eat. Whatever I tell you to swallow, you have to swallow. Otherwise, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Ye Chen frowned when he heard him speak, besides full of threats, he also carried full obscenity, and asked expressionlessly: "Are you gay?"

Dean clenched his fists and made a clicking sound: "I'm not gay, but here, I just like guys like you who are delicate and tender to serve me!"

Ye Chen nodded: "You want me to serve you? What kind of service, tell me and let me hear."

Dean grinned and said: "Saying it is meaningless, why don't I take you to the bathroom and teach you bit by bit, and let you practice it directly!"

"Wow!" The crowd cheered one after another, and someone even said excitedly: "Boss, you want to have fun before it gets dark? Can you let me have fun after you finish?"

Dean laughed: "Let me test the goods for everyone first! After I finish having fun, anyone interested can come in and have enough fun!"

As he spoke, he darkened his face, looked at Ye Chen, and said coldly: "Go, follow me to the bathroom!"

Ye Chen nodded, pointed to the foot he stepped on his bed, and said indifferently: "I'll settle the account of the footprint with you later."

After saying this, he tidied up his clothes and walked toward the bathroom first.

Dean grinned and said to the people watching the fun around: "Character, I like it. You wait outside, no one is allowed to peek, otherwise, I will twist his head off!"

The crowd laughed and nodded repeatedly, and then Dean also walked toward the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, he closed the door and said to Ye Chen with an obscene smile: "Since that kid committed suicide last time, I haven't met someone as delicate and tender as you for days. If you listen to me obediently, I can let you walk sideways in Brooklyn, but if you don't listen, I will make every second you spend here worse than death!"

Ye Chen looked at him, covered his nose and questioned: "Why is your mouth so smelly? Just listening to you makes my eyes smell. Don't you brush your teeth usually?"

"Fuck!" Dean saw Ye Chen mocking him and immediately cursed: "You think my mouth is smelly? I tell you, other places of mine are even smellier! I'll stuff it into your mouth later and let you taste it well!"

As he spoke, he reached out and untied the tie on his pants, grinning: "Kid, today I will give you a good lesson and teach you how to survive in Brooklyn Prison!"

"A lesson?" Ye Chen sneered: "Then why don't I give you a lesson first, a hygiene lesson!"

After saying this, Ye Chen's right hand suddenly moved with lightning speed, grabbing his neck, his thumb pressing hard on his Adam's apple, almost crushing it.

Dean didn't expect that the weak Ye Chen would take the initiative to attack him, and didn't expect that Ye Chen's arms, which looked like they had no muscles at all, were actually infinitely powerful! Being grabbed by the neck, his brain seemed to be short of oxygen in an instant, his neck was in severe pain, and the pain made his body unable to exert half a point of strength.

He had been fitness training for many years, and the direction of his fitness had always been strength, completely in the direction of a strong man. In his view, his limb strength could be ranked in the top five in the entire Brooklyn Prison. How could he be crushed by a weak Asian male?!

With severe neck pain, no matter how he struggled, he couldn't make Ye Chen's fingers loosen even a fraction. His whole body was completely unable to exert half a point of strength, and he couldn't breathe half a breath of air. His face quickly turned blue and purple.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't say a word at all. Looking at Ye Chen's eyes, from the previous contempt and obscenity, they had completely turned into deep fear.

Ye Chen looked at his terrified appearance and sneered: "Saying your mouth is smelly, you are still not convinced. It seems you didn't like brushing your teeth since you were a child, and you are even dirtier and lazier when you grow up. Come, let me teach you how to brush this kind of smelly mouth!"

After saying this, Ye Chen's left hand took the toilet brush by the toilet, his right hand pried open his mouth, and stuffed the dirty toilet brush straight into his mouth.

Although Dean was big, and one pectoral muscle was almost a circle larger than an adult's head, this guy's mouth, compared to it, really wasn't very big.

When the thick and hard-bristled toilet brush was forcibly stuffed into his mouth by Ye Chen, two bloody cuts were instantly stretched out on both sides of his mouth.

Dean was instantly trembling with pain, but Ye Chen didn't have half a point of pity, exerted force with his hand, and stuffed the entire brush head of the toilet brush into Dean's mouth.

Afterward, like brushing a toilet, he brushed it hard a few times, and instantly brushed Dean's mouth full of blood flowing out.

Dean felt that his entire oral cavity and throat were in severe pain. The hard plastic bristles had brushed countless bloody wounds in his mouth. He almost collapsed, and tears couldn't help but flow out.

He wanted to attract the attention of his younger brothers outside through desperate whimpering, let them come in to rescue him, but the bathroom door had been closed by himself, his mouth was stuffed with a toilet brush, and his throat was tightly pinched by Ye Chen's fingers. Even if he tried his best to whimper, it was as weak as a kitten drinking milk, and couldn't be heard by the people outside at all.

Dean, who had no hope of rescue, could only raise his hands to the top of his head with difficulty, and looked at Ye Chen with a miserable look, hoping that Ye Chen would show mercy.

Ye Chen stopped his hand temporarily, left the toilet brush in his mouth, sneered and asked him: "Didn't you just want to teach me how to survive in Brooklyn? Why are you crying like a girl now? Is it worthy of your muscles?"

Dean couldn't speak, and couldn't care about Ye Chen's humiliation, and couldn't control the overflowing tears, so he could only look at Ye Chen with more humble eyes, hoping that Ye Chen would show mercy.

Ye Chen didn't have half a point of sympathy for him, twisted the toilet brush in his mouth again, and a stream of blood mixed with saliva kept flowing down from the corners of his mouth. Dean's heart, at this moment, had completely collapsed.

Seeing Dean in such pain that every blood vessel was jumping wildly, and his heart had already collapsed, Ye Chen didn't intend to let him go, but said coldly: "What did you just say? What do you want to stuff into what place?"

Dean shook his head in fear, but Ye Chen continued: "Yo, you don't admit it? Okay, don't you like that bite? Why don't I help you stuff this toilet brush into your back, and let you have enough fun?"

Dean only felt like a thunderbolt from the blue. Seeing Ye Chen's murderous and cold face, which didn't look like he was intimidating himself at all, he was so scared that he kept trembling, fearing that Ye Chen would really do so.

So his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, his hands clasped together on top of his head, constantly kowtowing to Ye Chen, trying to exchange for Ye Chen's forgiveness with the humblest attitude.

Ye Chen looked at his terrified appearance and asked curiously: "Why? Are you afraid?"

Dean nodded hard, shaking his tears everywhere.

Ye Chen twisted his wrist and twisted the toilet brush in his mouth again. A stream of blood mixed with saliva kept flowing down from the corners of his mouth. Dean's heart, at this moment, had completely collapsed.