(There was no update last night due to business, so I will make up for it today with 18,000 words)

The Smiling Tiger was thrown into the second prison. It seems that Matsushita Ryuuko, for the sake of Tanaka Junichigo, did not send him to the ranks of disabled people who were about to be released from prison to beg, but to the No. 2 cell next door, here

Some new arrivals are being held captive.

In the past, most of the criminal trafficking methods were on women and children, but here they are all men. Most of them have typical Southeast Asian faces, with slightly dark skin accounting for the majority. In addition, some are East Asians, some with white skin.

He has yellow skin and is not very tall but very burly.

There are as many as thirty people imprisoned here, and everyone is downcast and anxious.

The Smiling Tiger took a quick look, and then walked to a corner. He didn't want to get close to these people. Who knows if they had been drugged. If they went crazy, these irrational people would inevitably tear him into pieces.

The Smiling Tiger is R himself, and all of these people were exchanged for money or materials from other countries by R himself, so they will not hate him.

After these people completely lose their ability to think independently and their limbs are no longer sound, they will be sent away to all parts of the world. I am no longer satisfied with the current trend. They need to use this cruel method to earn more financial resources.

Their target is the whole world.

Smiling Tiger is full of disdain for these people from the bottom of his heart. He thinks that he is nobler than anyone else and that he is not among this group of people. When his uncle Tanaka Junichi finds out, he will be released instead of fighting with these people.

People generally become stupid beggars.

"Baga!" The smiling tiger was sitting on the ground meditating, thinking about when he could go out. At this time, someone ran up to him without saying a word and sat down next to him. The smiling tiger was furious and cursed casually.

The man had short hair, but it was as messy as a nest of grass, his face was dark with mud, and his whole body was dirty.

This guy is quite tall, conservatively estimated to be around 1.8 meters. If he hadn't just stood up from the crowd, Smiling Tiger would not have noticed that there was a huge man hiding in this place.

The Smiling Tiger kicked the guy in disgust, and the kick hit the guy's butt.

"Get out of here! Stay away from me! (Hindi)" Smiling Tiger knew that he could not reveal his identity, so he simply spoke in Hindi.

He is a genius who knows many languages ​​​​from all over the world and is proficient in them all.

The guy who was kicked away by him slowly got up. Instead of walking away after suffering the pain, he moved his position and got closer.

The smiling tiger stared with a pair of evil eyes, and the smile on his face had long since disappeared. The guy next to him kept leaning on him, which made him very disgusted.

He ducked a few steps away, patted the stained clothes in disgust, and the smiling tiger raised his feet again: "Are you sick? (English)"

After this kick, the man dodged for a moment, but the hard kick missed.

Smiling Tiger himself is not a kind-hearted person. He is used to bullying others. You must know that bullying can become addictive.

The other party avoided his feet, which was a mocking behavior towards him.

The Smiling Tiger was so angry that he suddenly stood up, stretched out his right leg which was not too long, and kicked the guy in the abdomen.

The other party didn't hide anymore. The Smiling Tiger thought that he would definitely suffer a lot at this moment, but he didn't expect that after kicking him, he was caught in the hand of the guy, and he was holding on tightly.

At this time, one of the Smiling Tiger's legs was independent, and the other was being held tightly by someone. His center of gravity was already unstable. In addition, he was trying to escape in panic, and his body was shaking from side to side.

"Psycho! Let me go! (English)" The smiling tiger was almost furious. He was teased by a psycho, but he had no strength to fight back.

The guy's dirty face raised, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly his hand loosened. The smiling tiger swayed from side to side and lost its grip. His balance was gone, his body tilted, and he fell hard to the ground.

"You, you, you! Why are you so arrogant!" Smiling Tiger was furious, and the other party's smile irritated him even more. The smile was very disdainful and was clearly meant to be a joke.

After searching around, there was nothing in this place except people, let alone an item that could be used as a weapon.

"What are you looking for? Is it this?" The man who was called a psychopath took out something from his pocket, which was a short dagger.

The smiling tiger was stunned for a moment. The other person spoke authentic Chinese, as if he had heard this voice somewhere.

The more you look at it, the more weird it becomes. Even if this face is covered in mud, the outline of the face will not change. The more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes.

"Why do you have a dagger? Where did it come from?" The smiling tiger was stunned. The man was holding a short-handled dagger in his hand, which was very small.

"You want to kill me with this? I don't know if this thing can kill people." The guy suddenly lowered his head and looked at the thing in his hand, and his voice became deeper.

"Crazy, can that thing kill people? That thing can't do anything. Give it to me!" The Smiling Tiger chuckled. From the words of the guy just now, he concluded that he must be a fool.

The Smiling Tiger was afraid from the bottom of his heart. If this lunatic used a dagger to experiment on him, the consequences would be disastrous.

There is nothing a lunatic who has lost his mind can't do, but he doesn't want to get blood holes all over his body.

"What did you mean by telling me to get lost just now?" The psycho suddenly raised his head and stared at the smiling tiger.

"No! You heard me wrong." The Smiling Tiger explained hastily, breaking into a cold sweat at the same time. His mind turned around, and he thought that he should deal with his retarded IQ first, and then take the dagger away before making further calculations.

"No, how could I hear it wrong? That's right! Does rolling mean lying on the ground and rolling around?" The crazy person suddenly raised his head and lowered his head, saying vague words.

"Yes, yes! You are very smart. You can lie on the ground and try it. It feels so good!" The smiling tiger chuckled. He seemed to have found fun. If he could tease this lunatic, at least he wouldn't feel too uncomfortable here.

Oops.

Crazy yelled, tilted his body and prepared to lie down.

"You, you, you! Wait a minute! Give me what you have in your hand first, so as not to hurt you." The smiling tiger looked at the right moment. He knew that once he had the dagger, he would be able to make trouble for the tiger, even if the other party was too arrogant.

What's there to be afraid of? If he kills one or two people here, Junichi Tanaka will never care about him.

"Can this thing hurt people?" The psycho suddenly became interested in the dagger in his hand.

"Can...can't! How could it hurt someone? I'm afraid it will be inconvenient for you to hold it and roll it." The smiling tiger shook his head, thinking that this guy's reaction ability is quite fast.

"It's inconvenient for me to roll it around, but you didn't! It's convenient for you! Come on, show me how many times you roll it." The lunatic opened his mouth and smiled, with white teeth.

"Me? How can I do it? I can't come, so you still have to come." Smiling Tiger never thought that lunatic would do this, but he thought again, lunatic! Why can't he think of it?

The crazy head shook like a rattle: "No, no, no! I have something in my hand that might hurt someone, but I don't want to get hurt. Come on!"

The smiling tiger became anxious and was about to reply a few words when he suddenly raised his head and found that the dagger was already pressed against his neck.

"You, you, you! What are you going to do?" Smiling Tiger was covered in cold sweat. The dagger was extremely sharp. If he used too much force, the blood vessels in his neck might be cut off in an instant.

"Show me how many times you roll, roll once." The psycho was unmoved, still looking indifferent.

"Okay, okay! I'm going away, I'm going away!" Smiling Tiger had no choice but to compromise. The other party wouldn't let go of a problem. With his IQ, it seemed that he couldn't do it if he didn't do it.

The psycho nodded with satisfaction, removed the dagger, and sat aside to wait for the show.

The smiling tiger glanced at him nervously, and under his somewhat ferocious gaze, his heart beat unnaturally.

He gritted his teeth and sat down directly on the ground. He looked back at the other people in the prison. At this time, everyone was staring at him. Those eyes made him feel ashamed.

Gritting his teeth again, the Smiling Tiger simply lay on the ground and rolled up very quickly. He simply turned a few times and stood up immediately.

"That's it, roll!" The smiling tiger's face turned pale, and his self-esteem was greatly hit.

"I really want to die!" Being coerced by a lunatic to do such a shameful thing, he really wanted to find a mouse hole to crawl into.

Just when I was angry, the lunatic came over again at some point.

"I know what rolling means, but now I want to know if this thing can kill people." In a silly tone,

"There are many ways to kill people. If you don't want to live anymore, you can commit suicide." Smiling Tiger said angrily.

"How to commit suicide?" The crazy person looked at him with longing eyes.

"Hit the wall! This wall is very strong!" The smiling tiger frequently dodged the sharp dagger he was approaching.

"Then you hit me!" the psycho said lightly.

"Why should I hit the wall? I don't want to die!" The smiling tiger was at a loss for what to do, he spread his palms and shouted helplessly.

"You just said you didn't want to live anymore, did you forget it so quickly?" Crazy reminded seriously: "You just said I really want to die!"

"Me! Did I say that? You heard me wrong!" The smiling tiger's face turned red and he was miserable. How could a normal person explain clearly to a psychopath?

"You said it! My memory is very good." The psychopath was reluctant and waved the dagger in his hand: "How about we continue to study whether this thing can kill people?"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Just listen to me, I don't want to die!" Smiling Tiger roared hysterically.

His roar quickly attracted a group of people, Japanese soldiers outside the prison.

Several people looked in through the iron door window and were immediately startled.

A man is pointing a sharp dagger at the smiling tiger. The situation is very urgent.

The key to the cell is unlocked, and soon they will rush in to stop it.
Chapter completed!