C19 Chapter 19 Alone and Humiliated

The two of them stayed in peace for a few more days. Maybe it was because of Shen Shuhan, but Al felt that the prison guards were much more polite to him.

On this day, Shen Shuhan accompanied Al for dinner, but he did not accompany Al to wash up as usual.

Because of Shen Shuhan, when Al went to take a bath, the entire bathhouse was almost empty for him, so Shen Shuhan would also take a bath here with him.

It was just that today, after dinner, Shen Shuhan was called away by the prison guards and told that someone had come to visit him. Al felt that this was understandable. After all, he ate the food that Shen Shuhan gave him every night. If no one had pulled strings to bring it to him, how could he have it?

Besides, in the entire prison, only he could have snacks every day. Shen Shuhan gave them to him.

So Al did not care too much about it today. He went to take a bath, just like he did the first few days he came in.

However, how many people in this prison paid attention to these two people at all times? They did not dare to touch Shen Shuhan, but they were not afraid of Al. After all, Al's identity in this prison was not as intimidating as Shen Shuhan's.

Perhaps they were all waiting for Al to be alone.

As soon as Al stepped into the bathhouse, he turned on the water and prepared to take off his clothes. The bathhouse, which was usually empty at this time of the day, was suddenly surrounded by prisoners.

There were so many people that it was impossible for Al not to be alert. It was just - did these people think he was a soft persimmon? The moment Shen Shuhan was not around, the group of people wanted to make a move.

Al put down the towel in his hand and turned off the water. He knew that this battle was inevitable, so he asked calmly, "May I ask why you are looking for me?"

Sure enough, as soon as Al's voice trailed off, a man stepped out of the crowd. His muscular arms were wrapped in bandages and casts, and he looked just like the prisoner who had his arm broken by Shen Shuhan the other day - Martin.

"Now that Lance is not here, let's see what you can do by yourself." Martin mocked him. He did not expect that his momentary lust would break one of his arms, and he did not even know how someone else had broken it.

It made him wary of the man named Lance, and for a moment he suspected that the man in this prison was the one he knew, the one who was feared by so many.

"What? Not only did you not learn your lesson after losing an arm, you even want to break a leg? Or a third leg?" Al was not afraid of being surrounded by so many people and made fun of them. He knew that he might not be able to get away safely from these prisoners, but as long as he waited for the prison guards to arrive, they wouldn't be able to watch these prisoners kill people in front of them, would they?

And as long as he didn't die and waited for Shen Shuhan to come back - Wait, why wait for him to come back? Wasn't it because he broke this guy's arm that these people came to him?

However, if Shen Shuhan hadn't made a move, it would have been a problem if he had been able to beat these people. Then he would have been...

He didn't want to bring it up, but he couldn't change the fact that Shen Shuhan had indeed saved him, and Shen Shuhan had been taking good care of him these past few days.

If Shen Shuhan liked men, he could take him in as a bedmate for a while, but the man took care of him like a child. He didn't even think about that, did he?

Al was thinking about this and that, but when Martin heard him say this, he was so angry that he wanted to die. He wanted to vent all the grievances he had accumulated over the past few days on Al.

He roared, "If it weren't for you, how could my hand have been broken? Now let's see how you're going to escape. Attack!"

The prisoners around Al were all Martin's men, recruited after years in prison, and there were many of them. It was impossible to survive alone in a prison filled with criminals.

Either he would become stronger or he would find a strong person to become their vassal. This was the law - the law of the prison.

At Martin's command, all the prisoners rushed forward. At first, Al was able to dodge the attacks with ease, but as time went on, his strength began to wane. These prisoners were not people who could not get up with a single kick. They were like unkillable cockroaches. Those who were kicked down and those who could get up got back up and surrounded Al.

Finally, one of the prisoners, who looked thin, punched Al in the stomach. Al's body swayed, and when the others saw the opportunity, they immediately rushed forward and punched and kicked him. They beat Al until his head was bleeding and he almost fainted.

Finally, they carried Al and walked in front of Martin.

Martin lifted Al's chin with his good hand. His blond hair was stained with blood, and there were scars on his face that had been scratched by some unknown weapon or nail. His blue eyes were a little dazed, as if he didn't know why these people had hit him.

Martin was struck by the same lively glance, and spat: "Damn it, even in this state, a beauty is a beauty! Take him off his clothes. I am going to kill him here!"

"Yes, boss!"

They stripped him naked in no time at all. Martin grabbed Al's hair and pressed him against the wall of the bathhouse. His pants had been pulled open at some point, revealing his filthy body.

Al was covered in wounds, and his pale skin had long since turned black and blue. Martin pushed him against the wall with one hand, his lower body pressing against Al's white buttocks. Fuck, this skin is like a woman's, gan must feel good when he gets up."

"Let go! Let go of me, bastard!" Al was using his remaining willpower to support himself. These bastards dared to touch him. Even if he slept with them, he would think that it was dirty.

"You're still stubborn. Let's see if you can still scold me when you beg me later." Martin's entire body was pressed against Al's body, and his free hand reached into his prison uniform pocket and took out a red capsule.

Martin looked at the red capsule and grinned. Then he forced it into Al's naked body from behind. "I'll give you a taste of this," he said.

"Boss, after you use this, can you still satisfy him?" When the other prisoners saw the medicine that Martin used, they were tempted.

"If I can't satisfy him, I'll give it to you when I'm satisfied." As he spoke, he raised his gun and was about to go into battle.

The prisoners were all in high spirits. Even those who were not interested in Al began to tempt their companions around them. For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely lively.

Al's heart was filled with shame, even more so than the humiliation he felt that night in the hospital. Ever since he was born, no one had ever dared to treat him like this, and these people actually...

He could even hear the sound of water and milk in his ears. Was it an illusion?

How could he let these people...