In the prison cell, there were another seven or eight people, all looking strangely at Yang Fan.
It seemed that everyone recognized him. Immediately, a man with a straw in his mouth spat on the ground and laughed at Yang Fan, "Yang Fool, how did you end up in here?"
Yang Fan didn't say anything, he found a clear spot and sat on the grass.
"Oh, the fool isn't talking. We're bored anyway, let's mess with him. I heard this fool likes child's urine. Since there's nowhere to pee in the cell, he can deal with it for us."
After saying that, they all got up and walked towards him.
Yang Fan also stood up, and before these bastards could start taking off their pants, he coldly looked at them, "Do you really want to play?"
Having just arrived, he hadn't had the chance to stretch his muscles, so he might as well try with these few people.
"Hehe..."
"Hehe your mother!"
"What?" That guy didn't understand what Yang Fan meant.
Bam!
