"I also want to try a cigar." Zhang Jun walked to Mu Yang and said.

Mu Yang handed the other party a cigar, and the two of them touched their fists, and Zhang Jun also retreated. Now, the tension in the cell has been relieved. Mu Yang just now put a huge pressure on everyone.

"Daniels, lay my bed, I want to have a sleep," Mu Yang said.

"Okay, I'll help you with it. My skills are very good." Daniels jumped over immediately and began to make a bed for Mu Yang.

After tidying up the bed, Daniels stood beside the bed and saw Mu Yang lying down, feeling a little timid, as if he wanted to say something.

"Do you have something else?" Mu Yang said.

"Boss, do you need service? I've washed it." Daniels said.

"Get away." Mu Yang said coldly.

Daniels climbed onto the bed with his head down, and then didn't dare to move. It was probably a difficult night.

The next day, after breakfast in the cafeteria, there were two hours in the morning. Although the weather was a little cold, everyone came to this huge playground to enjoy the rare winter sunshine and free air.

Mu Yang sat on a bench next to him, with Zhang Jun, whom Mu Yang specifically asked him to come.

"You are Chinese, can you speak Chinese?" Mu Yang asked.?? Look?

"I am already the fourth generation immigrant and can't speak Chinese." Zhang Jun said.

"How many Chinese are there?" Mu Yang asked.

"Are you talking about our area or the entire Seventh Prison in California?" The California prison is too big and is divided into more than a dozen areas, with about 10,000 people in each area.

"Tell me what's going on here."

"There are about 1,000 Chinese in our 14th area, and the entire seventh prison has about 20,000 Chinese. There are many factions here, mainly white, black, Mexican, and Chinese. In fact, the number of Chinese people is the smallest, but we are the most united, and other gangs dare not bully us."

"There is also a big gang here, "Aryan Brotherhood", "Our Family", "Mexican Mafia", "Black Guerrillas", "Northern Organization", and "Nazi Driving Racers". They all have their own territory and many people have been diverted. So we Chinese are not afraid of them."

"Kane is one of the bosses of the black people in the 14th area. You surrendered him yesterday. The news spread throughout the morning. You are in this area. There should be no black people who will mess with you. Bernie is just a small leader, but his energy is not small. You are a Mexican again, so the Mexican gang will not cause trouble for you. I can speak in the Chinese circle."

"Which gang are you from?" Mu Yang asked curiously.

"Hongmen." Zhang Jun replied straightforwardly.

Hongmen is famous. Mu Yang works as a leader in the consulate, so he naturally knows some information about the world's number one Chinese gang. Moreover, many Chinese communities have their own shadows behind them. Its strength is in the United States and even the whole world.

The Hongmen has more than 90,000 gang members around the world, making it the world's number one gangster. The Hongmen evolved from the "Heaven and Earth Society" in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. It has been established for more than 40 years and has branches in the United States, France, South Africa, Australia, Vietnam and other 20 countries.

No wonder Zhang Jun was able to live quite well in this prison, mainly white and black. There are also people behind this kid.

Mu Yang smiled and said, "It seems like you just didn't say white people."

"In prison, there are many white people, but they are hostile to all people of color. You can imagine what's going on here. Do you see the bearded guy sitting on the bench under the basket? His name is Zainko. It's the heads of all the white people in this area." Zhang Jun didn't even look under the basket when he spoke.

Mu Yang glanced over there and saw the white people gathering in the distance, and some people were looking at this place curiously. It is estimated that Mu Yang's situation had also reached the white gang.

However, Mu Yang had no intention of caring about the scenes of white, black and Chinese fighting for territory in prison. He came to find people and had a task. His main task now is to first find out where Zhou Yuzhi was locked up. This is also the reason why Mu Yang asked Zhang Jun to come over and speak, because Zhang Jun has certain abilities in the Chinese circle.

"Do me a favor, find someone, a Chinese." Mu Yang took out a cigar and handed it to Zhang Jun, and then lit one himself.

"Do you know that he is in that cell?" Zhang Jun asked.

"I don't know which cell he is in, or even the area he is in. I only know his name. Is there a way to find this person?" Mu Yang said.

Zhang Jun frowned: "This is a bit difficult. It's so big here and there are so many people. I can try it, but it will take some time."

Mu Yang told Zhang Jun and Zhou Yuzhi's name, and Zhang Jun left. Mu Yang gave him this task. He had to use the time to release the information, because only at this time can he reach more people and even pass the information to other prison areas.

Mu Yang leaned on the bench, looking very lazy, watching a group of black people playing basketball there.

Mu Yang can only wait now. The country gave him the information that Zhou Yuzhi only said that he might be detained in the Seventh Prison in California, and there was no specific area code or cell number. Mu Yang also asked General Zhu Lie. China also tried to obtain Zhou Yuzhi's specific detention location by invading the US police station and prison network, but these two departments had no records at all.

So Mu Yang suspected that Zhou Yuzhi was directly detained here and was likely not going through normal judicial procedures.

And using these prisoners may be much faster and more convenient than finding them yourself. You should know that they are the local snakes here, not the police.

"Boss, the Mexican sitting on the bench and Zhang Jun is Alfred Lomas. I have found out that he was transferred from San Quentin Prison because he beat the prison guard and was listed as a violent retaliatory criminal. A few days ago, he beat all Kane's subordinates, and beat thirty people by one." A little brother said in Zainco's ear.

A man next to Zainko said, "It's a bit exaggerated. One fights thirty. Do you think he is a human or a black warrior."

The younger brother shrugged: "It is said that he was detained for five days in custody. He didn't eat any food he sent in. He didn't feel decadent at all when he came out. This was what I found out by bribing the prison guards. This guy is indeed a bit special."

"Boss, should you find someone to try him?" someone suggested.

"Didn't you see him hiding with the Mexican? You will be beaten to death in the past." Someone said with a smile.

"One of the Mexican gang was stabbed to death two days ago. They will definitely take revenge. The police are also watching too closely, so don't move these two days. A new boy has not adapted to life here yet, so he can't cause any storm." Zainko said.

Mu Yang did not eat for a few days in the confinement period, because the prison guards simply didn't treat him as human beings, and they only had two slices of bread and a cup of water. The guy who delivered the meal opened the food delivery window, spitted a mouthful of phlegm in front of Mu Yang, and then rubbed the bread against the wall before handing it to Mu Yang. How could Mu Yang eat such a thing?

Of course, Mu Yang has already remembered the appearance of that prison guard deeply in his mind. (To be continued.)

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