"Brother Feng."
Zhao Biao, who had beaten Yan Tieshi up in the canteen two days ago, was also released at this time.
The 180-pound black man had lost a lot of weight.
It could be seen that the confinement room was indeed not a place for humans to stay.
"Yes, thank you for your hard work."
Tang Feng patted Zhao Biao's shoulder and took out a Chinese seed and handed it over.
"Thank you, Brother Feng."
Zhao Biao respectfully took the cigarette with both hands.
He was in the detention room, but he was suffocating.
For someone like Hei Zi, who was in a club, it was fine if you asked him not to touch women for a month, but if you asked him not to smoke for a day, he would suffocate to death.
Zhao Biao brought Hua Zi to his nose and sniffed it.
He took a deep breath.
Why did this smell so good?
"Brother Feng, there's no fire."
Zhao Biao touched his entire body and found that there was no fire.
He had just come out of the detention room.
It was impossible for him to have a lighter on him.
"I don't have it either."
Tang Feng dug into his pocket and realized that he didn't bring a lighter.
"It's okay. We'll draw it when we get back to the prison.”
Zhao Biao scratched his head.
At this moment, a patrolling prison guard walked over from the other side.
"Brother Feng, there's a note.”
The reason why the first model prison was called a model, and the first model, was largely because the prison was completely devoid of smoking.
Not only were cigarettes not sold in the small shop, but even the family members of the prisoners were not allowed to send cigarettes in.
Although there were loopholes in the rules.
The first model prison was full of gang members, felons, and major economic criminals.
This group of people was very powerful.
The eight immortals crossed the sea and each showed their magical powers. They could always get the smoke in through all kinds of unimaginable ways.
Therefore, the real bosses in the prison did not lack cigarettes.
There were also cigarettes sold in the black market.
But you can't get caught.
And he couldn't do it in front of the prison guards.
Otherwise, at the very least, he would be sent to the lecture room, and at the worst, he would be directly locked up.
The first model prison guards were all elites from various units. They were all very dignified and had many tricks up their sleeves.
Zhao Biao was a fearless brute. When he saw the prison guards in the First Model Prison, he had to stand still and put away his cigarette.
He did not even dare to breathe loudly.
She was even more obedient than when she was in school.
However…
"Brother Feng, what are you doing? The cops are here. Put away your cigarettes.”
"I thought there was no fire? I'll go borrow a fire."
Tang Feng directly walked up to the note.
？？？
Zhao Biao was dumbfounded.
Borrow a fire from the cops?
Brother Feng, you can't just borrow fire.
Last time, there was a brother who was found with a lighter by the police when he was on the lookout. He was locked up for two days.
Brother Feng actually wanted to borrow fire from the cops.
Zhao Biao didn't even dare to imagine what punishment Brother Feng would receive.
The prison guard on duty today was Sun Dongyu, number 30972.
Although Sun Dongyu hadn't been in the First Model Prison for long, his strict reputation had already spread throughout the prison.
This young man never smiled.
Some prisoners who had served longer sentences and performed better could chat and joke with the good-tempered prison guards.
However, when he saw a strict young man like Sun Dongyu, he didn't dare to say anything, let alone joke.
Seeing Tang Feng getting closer, Zhao Biao thought, Brother Feng was in big trouble this time.
Tang Feng walked up to Sun Dongyu and greeted him,""Little Sun."
Little Sun?
Zhao Biao was dumbfounded.
After being in prison for so many years, this was the first time he had seen a prisoner greet the prison guard like this.
Moreover, it was Sun Dongyu, the strictest of the new prison guards in the First Model Prison.
Eh, wait.
Why was Sun Dongyu clutching his neck?
What Zhao Biao didn't know was that during the last drill, Sun Dongyu had been eliminated by Tang Feng with an ice cone while he was renovating the passageway in Building C.
It had been less than ten minutes since he was eliminated.
It created a new record for elimination in the drill.
Therefore, whenever Sun Dongyu saw Tang Feng now, he would subconsciously cover his neck. He was almost suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder.
"Little Sun, did you bring a fire? Give me a lighter." Tang Feng patted Sun Dongyu's shoulder and asked with a smile.
Sun Dongyu felt all the muscles in his body tense up after being patted by Tang Feng.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"According to the Regulations on the Administration of Prisoners, the First Model Prison forbids prisoners from smoking.”
"I'm going to patrol now. I'll be back in half an hour.”
After saying that, Sun Dongyu walked away with standard goose-steps.
There was a lighter at the place where he left.
Tang Feng picked up a lighter and lit a cigarette comfortably. He looked at the dumbfounded Zhao Biao and smiled."Blackie, do you want one?"
Zhao Biao, who had witnessed the entire process, was completely shocked.
Brother Feng, you can do this.
The netizens in the live broadcast room.
"Damn it, he got it again.”
"Brother Feng, are you in prison? Do you have to live such a comfortable life?”
"Zhao Biao's numb. Brother Feng, you're so resourceful, it'll make me look like I'm crazy.”
"Speaking of which, is this Little Sun the Officer Sun who was eliminated by Brother Feng during the renovation of the passageway in Building C during the previous exercise?”
"That's right, it's him. In less than ten minutes, he was eliminated by Brother Feng with an ice cube. If I were him, I would also have a psychological trauma when I see Brother Feng.”
After smoking, Tang Feng began to arrange his business.
"The original boss of the Azure Dragon Society, Liu Yongtian, has already been executed.”
"Ah Bao, Baldy, and the others, you probably won't be able to see them in the future.”
"When you go back, work with Tiger and take care of the Azure Dragon Society. We must keep the Azure Dragon Society firmly in our hands.”
As he spoke, Tang Feng told Zhao Biao about what happened at the garbage station yesterday.
After listening to the story, the way Zhao Biao looked at his boss changed.
It was no wonder that when he came out of the confinement room in the morning, he heard the other prisoners say that Tang Feng from Room 507 was the living King of Hell.
He didn't know what it meant just now.
Now he understood.
Although he was good at fighting in the past, the third district was the Azure Dragon Society's territory, and he had always been suppressed by the Azure Dragon Society.
Now, he could finally show off his skills under his boss.
This made Zhao Biao very excited.
"Brother Feng, I guarantee that the Azure Dragon Society will be firmly in your hands. Whoever dares to disobey you, I, Hei Zi, guarantee that I will beat them until they regret being born!”
Tang Feng nodded and continued," Tiger is now my man. I'm going to let him take charge of the Azure Dragon Society. You have to cooperate with Tiger and report to me directly if there's anything."”
"Got it, Brother Feng." Zhao Biao agreed.
With Tiger, who was a big boss of the Azure Dragon Society and was extremely good at fighting, and Zhao Biao, his confidant from 507, working together, Tang Feng was able to use the Azure Dragon Society's resources smoothly.
"I won't care about the other blocks of the First Model Prison for the time being, but from today onwards, I, Tang Feng, have the final say in the third block.
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