Chapter 2889

At this moment, Dean didn't dare to have any doubts about every word Ye Chen said.

When he heard that Ye Chen wanted to constantly ravage him until he disappeared, his heart was like someone who grew up in a tropical rainforest and had never seen ice and snow in nature, suddenly thrown into a pool filled with liquid nitrogen, desperate.

He knew that he was no match for Ye Chen at all, and he also knew that his younger brothers outside added together were definitely not Ye Chen's match, so he knew even more that he had no possibility of escaping at all.

If the younger brothers realized something was wrong and rushed in, they would probably be subdued by Ye Chen, and he still wouldn't be able to get saved.

And now, it was at least four hours until dinner time.

He no longer thought about how to take revenge, or even how to regain his face and dignity. He just wanted to beg Ye Chen to stop this inhumane torture and humiliation.

Who could have imagined that the glory and self-esteem he was once willing to defend with his own death and the death of others would be completely pierced and shattered by the old, dirty, and smelly toilet brush in his mouth.

Kneeling on the ground, he could only nod desperately while holding the toilet brush, his hands constantly bowing on top of his head, like a well-trained teddy dog, trying to exchange for Ye Chen's forgiveness with the humblest attitude.

Ye Chen looked at his miserable state kneeling on the ground and sneered, asking: "Was there anyone else who knelt and begged you like you are kneeling and begging me now?"

Dean's expression froze instantly, and some familiar yet strange faces couldn't help but appear in his heart. Those were the poor wretches who were tortured to death by him using inhuman means, or tortured to suicide.

Actually, to talk about brutality alone, Dean was far more brutal than Ye Chen.

He could use the most cruel, most violent, and most insulting means on the most innocent, most timid, and most pitiful people, and take pleasure in it.

But Ye Chen, no matter how ruthless his methods were, never harmed the innocent.

Seeing that Dean didn't dare to make any response, Ye Chen smiled slightly and said: "This is our first time meeting, I don't know much about your past yet. But it doesn't matter, the people outside definitely know your evil deeds very well. Let them tell me what evil you have done!"

After saying this, Ye Chen grabbed the tail of the toilet brush and lifted it up hard, directly picking up Dean who was kneeling on the ground.

And what followed was the even more intense pain in his oral cavity. He felt that there wasn't even a piece of good skin the size of a needle tip in his mouth, all of it was bloody and festering, and the pain was piercing.

As for Ye Chen, he never had half a point of sympathy for this kind of person.

Don't look at Dean who had already collapsed several times, but in Ye Chen's view, this was just a small appetizer.

After picking him up with the toilet brush with one hand, Ye Chen walked to the bathroom door and gently turned the doorknob.

Outside at this time, among the fifteen people, seven or eight were very excited.

One thin and tall man was even a bit unable to hold back, while untying his belt, he said to several people beside him: "The boss is done, it's my turn to have fun!"

As he spoke, he ran to the door in two or three steps, waiting expectantly for the bathroom door to open.

The moment the door opened, he looked around and saw the situation inside, and said with a flattering smile: "How does the boss feel..."

As soon as the words fell, he realized that the person standing in front of him was Ye Chen with a cold face.

He was stunned, but didn't feel any abnormality, just smiled obscenely: "Oh, our Asian beauty, can't hold back and want to come out to find the second one?"

Ye Chen smiled, picked up Dean inside the door with one hand and placed him in front of him, and smiled: "It seems you really want to be the second one."

That thin and tall man seemed to have seen a ghost that had been skinned at this moment, terrified, widened his mouth, but couldn't say any words, and couldn't even make any sound.

He couldn't imagine that this man who was more miserable than a clown was actually his boss Dean, whom he had admired and followed for a long time.

Dean saw him and subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to call for help, but his mouth was still stuffed with the toilet brush. He desperately opened his mouth, and the blood and secreted saliva in his mouth instantly surged out, scaring the thin and tall man to the point of numbness.

Others knew that Dean had a bad temper. In this situation, although they liked to watch the fun, except for the thin and tall man, almost no one dared to come up to see, so they didn't know what had happened at all. And the thin and tall man was completely collapsed with fear, subconsciously wanting to retreat, but just as his foot took a step back, Ye Chen kicked him hard in the chest.

With a boom, the thin and tall man flew backward in a parabola, and then smashed into the wall opposite with a boom. He didn't even have a chance to groan before he completely passed out.

The others in the cell were startled by this sudden scene, and everyone subconsciously gathered around to see what was going on, and then saw the miserable Dean.

Everyone couldn't believe the scene in front of them, and for a while, they didn't know what to do. Ye Chen pulled the toilet brush out of Dean's mouth hard, then sneered and said to Dean: "Come, if you have anything you want to say to your younger brothers, say it now."

The moment the toilet brush was pulled out, the first thing Dean wanted to say was to shout "Kill him for me."

However, when the words reached his lips, no matter what, he couldn't say them.

He already knew very clearly in his heart that Ye Chen's combat power was an absolute dimensionality reduction strike in this cell.

If he let these younger brothers take action against him, not to mention whether these younger brothers would be killed by him, just his own rebellious behavior, Ye Chen would definitely not let him go.

Seeing Dean not speaking, Ye Chen slapped him in the face and said coldly: "Didn't you just talk quite a lot? When I first entered this cell, your broken mouth didn't stop at all, why are you playing deep now?"

Dean was slapped hard, and several teeth were knocked out. The severe pain made his brain seem to be repeatedly pierced by countless iron needles.

And others saw Dean being beaten, and they felt like a thunderbolt from the blue.

They also knew that Dean's combat power was strong, and even Dean was ravaged into this bird-like state, so they were definitely not his match.

So a group of people subconsciously retreated, not daring to provoke Ye Chen again.

At this time, Ye Chen pulled over a plastic chair and sat directly in front of the dozen or so people, then picked up the blood-stained toilet brush and shook it hard on the ground in front of him, and a red line made of blood appeared on the ground.

Afterward, Ye Chen said indifferently: "Listen to me, I'll give you three seconds to line up behind this line. After I count to three, if anyone hasn't stood well, I'll break one of his legs."

After saying this, Ye Chen held up a finger and shouted: "One!"

As soon as the words fell, Dean struggled to stand behind the red line cast by his own blood.

Ye Chen held up another finger: "Two!"

Although everyone was completely scared into fools, seeing that Dean, the victim, responded immediately, no one dared to delay anymore, so a group of people lined up behind the red line.

Ye Chen said a word at this time: "Three!"

At this time, everyone had lined up, and the only one who didn't come to line up was the thin and tall man who had just been kicked by Ye Chen and was unconscious.

Ye Chen stood up, bypassed the human wall, came to the back, looked at the thin and tall man who was already unconscious, grabbed his slightly curly hair, and dragged him to the front of the human wall.

Afterward, Ye Chen threw him on the ground, letting him lie there like a dead dog, and turned to the remaining dozen or so people: "I just said, if I count to three and anyone hasn't come to line up, this guy is lying there like a dead dog, not taking my words seriously at all. In that case, how can I lead this team in the future? So, I will break one of his legs in front of you today, so you know that I mean what I say!"

Everyone was stunned, and they thought to themselves, isn't the reason this guy is lying there like a dead dog because of you? How can you still blame him so righteously?

Just as they were stunned, they saw Ye Chen lift his foot and step hard on the thin and tall man's right leg.

With a crack, the bone broke.

Immediately afterward, the man woke up from his coma, holding his broken leg and rolling on the ground, crying and howling.

Others were all stunned. Who could have expected that Ye Chen wouldn't even let go of someone who was unconscious? He was clearly unconscious, so how could he come over to line up when he counted to three? Isn't this bullying the honest... oh no, isn't this bullying people?

Just as everyone was terrified and didn't dare to speak, a middle-aged white man in his fifties in the crowd said tremblingly: "You... you can't treat someone who is already unconscious like this, this is unfair!"

"Fairness?" Ye Chen said indifferently: "As the saying goes, a gentleman's word is hard to chase. I walk in the underworld, and what I pay attention to is not fairness, but integrity! I said whoever didn't come to line up, I would break one of his legs, and I will never break my word."

As he spoke, Ye Chen frowned and looked at him, asking curiously: "Old man, what kind of sacred person are you? You still dare to speak for him at this time?"

The middle-aged white man gathered his courage and said: "I am a priest! I am a servant of God! I speak for justice!"

Ye Chen sneered: "Sorry, I am an atheist and don't believe in God."

"You..." The priest said nervously: "Even if you don't believe in God, you can't blaspheme God!"

Ye Chen laughed: "You are quite good at putting hats on people. When did I blaspheme God? I just don't take his servants seriously."

As he spoke, he walked to him, looked directly into his eyes, and asked: "Honestly, when did you get into this prison?"

The priest pursed his lips and said flusteredly: "Three... three years ago..."

Ye Chen nodded and asked again: "Then how long have you lived in this cell?"

The priest answered nervously: "Two... two years and three months..."

Ye Chen nodded again, pointed to Dean on the ground, and asked: "You have lived here for such a long time, you should have seen this guy torture many of your fellow prisoners, right? I want to know, did you speak for those people when he tortured them?"

"I..." The priest couldn't say a word.

He actually didn't want to speak for that thin and tall man, nor did he really want to beg for mercy or seek justice for him. He just realized that this cell had opened a new era. When Ye Chen walked out of the bathroom with the toilet brush in Dean's mouth, it meant that he had ascended to the throne and become the new king here.

So, he wanted to deliberately use this trick to gain a position in front of Ye Chen, and at the same time use this seemingly righteous behavior to clarify one thing to Ye Chen: I am not in the same group as Dean and the others. It's no problem for you to mess with them, but don't mess with me.

And he also believed that since he was out of justice and had the status of a priest, he had a high probability of not being targeted or even retaliated against by Ye Chen. In that way, he could protect himself in this new era, and even gain the favor and trust of the new king.

But he never expected that his carefully planned game of chess would be checkmated by Ye Chen in one move.

In the past, when Dean was harming anyone, he not only didn't say a word for those people, but even told Dean that God wouldn't blame Dean for punishing those guilty people.

After all, those who can fall into prison are not really clean. Stealing a wallet is also a crime, so his rhetoric was very popular with Dean. This is also why he could protect himself here and never be affected.

Now, Ye Chen suddenly asked himself in front of everyone whether he had spoken for those victims. How could he answer this? Isn't this killing the heart?

Seeing that he didn't make a sound for a long time, Ye Chen slapped him in the face, and said coldly: "Didn't you just talk quite a lot? This has been brought out by you, why don't you speak now?"

The priest was beaten dizzy, his face was as painful as a firecracker exploding directly in his mouth, his cheeks exploded. He covered his face, cried and shouted: "I am a priest, you can't hit me! God will punish you!"

Ye Chen laughed and asked him: "Since you are a priest and a servant of God, then I ask you, how did you get in? You, a priest serving God, how can you become a prisoner in Brooklyn Prison? What law did you break?"

The priest was flustered to the extreme and didn't dare to say another word.

Ye Chen turned to look at a brown-skinned boy beside the priest and questioned: "Come, tell me! What did this priest get in for! If you don't tell me or lie to me, your end might be worse than that muscular man."

The brown-skinned boy was startled and shouted loudly: "Sexual assault! He got in because of sexual assault!"

As he spoke, he added: "His name is John Lawrence, the famous pedophile in all of New York! And he hasn't been a member of the clergy for a long time! Now he is still talking about being a priest, it's simply nonsense!"

John Lawrence was like a deflated ball, curled up in front of Ye Chen, shaking like a broken-axis drum washing machine.

"So it's sexual assault..." Ye Chen curled his lips, looked at John Lawrence, and shook his head: "John, oh John, you say you, at such an old age, can't control your body, and can't figure out your situation. How pathetic?"

As he spoke, Ye Chen changed the subject: "However, I still admire your courage. I must arrange you properly."

John Lawrence felt a glimmer of hope in his desperate heart when he heard this.

But Ye Chen said: "Since you like to do that kind of thing so much, I definitely can't let you hold it in, so I'll arrange a good candidate for you."

After saying this, he pointed to Dean on the ground and smiled: "I believe there should be more than one person in this cell who has that hobby, right? Isn't that guy with the broken leg also quite interested in that kind of thing?"

John Lawrence didn't expect that Ye Chen wouldn't give him a chance to beg for mercy at all, and he completely collapsed, crying loudly.

And Ye Chen reminded with a smile: "Cry? Crying means adding people!"