In the five-square-meter room, five people sat respectfully on the ground, looking at Yan Jiucheng with a smile. One of them asked, "What do we want to call you?"

These five people are the backbone of the vampire gang.

"Nine Eyes." Yan Jiuzheng called out this nickname without thinking. If you want to survive in this place, you will definitely not be able to do without honeycomb coal. Nine Eyes are considered a vision.

But this group of foreigners didn't understand the meaning of the nickname. After some confusion, they nodded repeatedly.

"Then from now on, our gang will be with you, Jiuyan." The five people took off their shoelaces. Since the gang has changed its leader, the representative items must also be changed.

Yan Jiucheng glanced at them and waved his hand: "Just let's just shoelaces, no need to change them."

The five people were a little surprised. It was rare for the boss to be willing to use the ex's logo. But they did not say anything, but obediently exited the room and closed the room.

Yan Jiucheng stood up and looked around.

There were posters of several men on the wall. He opened the poster and found no abnormalities behind it. There was no tunnel that was dug out like the movie "Shawshank Redemption".

The toothbrushes placed on the table were bald, and the skin of the toothpaste had been squeezed out without a drop of toothpaste. The cup placed beside him was so dilapidated that he turned around and lifted the sleeping mat and reached into the straw mat underground to explore it.

He took out a small blade and put it in the bag on his chest.

He took out another small piece of wire, and he tied the wire to his hand and tied a knot.

After collecting the entire room, only these two things might come in handy, which disappointed Yan Jiuzheng. It was impossible for these two broken things to do eavesdropping equipment.

Suddenly, I heard a commotion on the floor, and footsteps surged from the top to the bottom. At the same time, the door of Yan Jiucheng's room was gently knocked.

"Enter." Yan Jiucheng held the dagger in his hand, and only heard the people on the entire floor were boiling, as if something big had happened. Some people laughed and some howled, and he stared at the door tightly.

The door opened, and one person said respectfully: "It's time to eat."

Yan Jiucheng's expression was slightly stunned and then immediately returned to normal, and nodded.

It was just open. Why did it feel like you were shouting and killing? So Yan Jiucheng stood up and pushed open the door and walked out. He leaned on the fence and looked down. He saw that the car that had previously placed the corpse and transported the body away, filled the buckets of things. After pushing the prison, the prison guards left. Some prisoners were receiving food in an orderly manner, while others were snatching a very small number of ingredients in one corner.

"Boss, your meal."

Yan Jiuzheng's meal was beaten up by his younger brother. He went back to the room and took a look. There were two potatoes, a little black rice, a little cold and indescribable ingredients, and a piece of hard bread.

As the leader of a gang, Yan Jiuzheng was very surprised by the poor diet.

He walked to the door and looked at the other people's meals, and found that they had only black rice and nothing else.

In this comparison, he is quite good. He is full of rice. Although there is a lot of sand inside, it smells strange. Although the potatoes are broken, they are a little oily and salty. Although the bread is moldy, it is enough to fill your stomach.

Yan Jiucheng put these things there and did not eat them. He didn't trust his subordinates who brought him food, so he took some boxes downstairs and planned to make his own meals. In the afternoon, he found that the rice bucket was empty.

When he turned around, he deliberately looked to the west of the first floor. The new man who had looked at the eighth floor was sitting there, and was taken to a small gang on the first floor. He held a bowl in his hand but refused to eat it and poured it to someone else.

The man was a little black, not tall, looked more than thirty, and looked alert.

"Galava, get the foot!" A man shouted at the man. The newcomer was always working and bullied. Galava stood up quickly without any displeasure, but walked to the man's feet and knelt down.

The man stepped on his back with his feet and began to scoop the rice.

"Galava." Yan Jiucheng silently recited it in his heart and turned around.

He returned to the room hungry and still chose not to touch the food he had brought to him. He thought about it and called the oldest man in the gang, and the old man also expressed his surrender as soon as possible. This kind of old man who survived in the Gate of Hell was the most familiar with the situation here and had a very strict mouth. If not, how could he survive until now, as an old and weak person?

Rely on two sides and three swords?

I can only rely on never betray the leader.

"Boss." The old man walked in, sat down respectfully, crossed his legs.

"How long have you been here?"

"Thirty years have passed."

When Yan Jiucheng heard this, it seemed that it was right to inquire with him.

For two hours, the old man knew everything. Although he didn't know how true or false he said, a lot of the content could match Gu Miqing's information.

It turns out that the third floor is a watershed.

People below the third floor can only be considered as the bottom floor at Hell Gate, but the third floor is a little better than the second floor and the first floor. Starting up on the fourth floor, life is still OK.

"The boss on the fourth floor has a radio, and can listen to the outside world. If you stay here for a long time, it is a luxury to hear the outside world." The old man said, stretching out his hand to wipe his eyes.

It’s not that I shed tears, the tears have already dried up, but that my eyes are too dry and uncomfortable.

"The boss on the fifth floor can eat fruit, and there are two other bosses with a TV set given by George." The old man was envious and rubbed his hands: "Boss George can get anything in, women can do it."

Yan Jiucheng raised his eyebrows.

In the old man's mouth, Boss George was simply omnipotent.

The old man pointed to the ceiling: "The eighth floor is all of George's boss. There is a golf practice room, a bedroom, and a swimming pool. Now there are women lying in his bedroom. We, George, play twice a week." As he said that, the old man smiled: "The boss on the seventh floor sometimes has the opportunity to sleep with women, it depends on George's mood."

The George that Yan Jiucheng was looking for was indeed a god-like existence in prison.

"Can I go up?" Yan Jiucheng asked.

There is a radio on the fourth floor. Some of the equipment in the radio is what he needs, and components that can make eavesdroppers or other spy equipment.

The old man shook his head.

"After the third floor, you need identity when you go to the fourth floor. You are from the third floor and are not qualified to go up." The old man stretched out his finger: "There is a fingerprint scan lock."

"What kind of person is qualified to go to the fourth floor, fifth floor, sixth floor, or even the eighth floor to play chess with Boss George?" Yan Jiucheng must meet George and have the opportunity to get along with him alone, so that the other party can trust him in order to discuss a deal with him.

"This..." The old man showed a hint of fear on his face: "That's, the boss on the fourth floor can be you. Other words..."

The old man shook his head.

Suddenly, shit, a man whistled.

Everyone was quiet, and for a moment it seemed as if everyone's mouth was sealed.

A woman's gasping sound came out, obviously through the loudspeaker.

"Boss George...ah..."

The old man laughed and listened intoxicatedly.

"Today, Boss George is in a good mood. Let's listen to the sound, woman..." The old man stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips: "I haven't touched a woman in more than thirty years."

Yan Jiucheng closed his eyes and said that today it was only four days.

If you challenge the upper floor layer by layer in four days, you will definitely not have enough time, and the outcome is hard to say. After all, the strength of the boss on the upper floor cannot be underestimated, especially the bosses who start to go up on the fifth floor are all bigwigs with strong funds outside the prison.

It is entirely dependent on force and cannot be shaken.

It was getting darker, and the woman's voice disappeared after a while.

From time to time, some people were fighting and crying.

Here, they are all demons.

And the devil's days are hell.

In hell, there is a door leading to heaven, and that door is on the eighth floor.
Chapter completed!