Just as the curly-haired man with a long face was talking, a young man with long hair who looked Latino next to him touched his arm and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, Scott Lang, you are a bastard who brings disgrace to the scene.

You have to let him say the lines, he has a good aura, and we can finally have some fun. You have only been sentenced to one year, and maybe you will be paroled in a few months. You have to consider our feelings."

Scott Lang glanced at the frustrated Mandarin, smiled, spread his hands and said, "I prefer Mr. Bean to stage plays, and my daughter also likes it.

I don't mean to offend, this is just a friendly reminder..."

As he spoke, Scott Lang smiled and patted the young Latino man, and said with a smile: "Forget this crappy performance, when I go out, I will send you a poster of Nicki Minaj."

I hope the bank will forget about my debt, and when I buy my daughter her favorite toy, maybe I can send you an inflatable girlfriend, and you will be prosperous!"

The Latin boy was obviously moved by the cake drawn by Scott Lang. He stood up excitedly and expressed brotherly love to Scott Lang with a complex set of gestures, and then said: "Where will you be?"

As I serve my sentence in prison, I decided to write you a letter every day to prevent you from forgetting your promise, haha..."

While Scott Lang was happily chatting and spanking with the inmates, the Mandarin put away his shadow and sat down in the corner of the cell with his body hunched slightly.

Seeing the cheerful atmosphere in the cell and a few young people peeking at him from time to time, the Mandarin had a smile in his eyes and said in a voice that could only be heard by himself: "Actually, this place is not bad, maybe even better than the Middle East.

I am the best teacher, I hope everyone will not forget me!"
Chapter completed!