"Big Brother, spare my life, please! I didn't recognize Mt. Tai before my eyes; I was wrong, spare me..." The bald man was truly terrified.
He hadn't even gotten a clear look at the few people just moments before, yet they had subdued him effortlessly; he was no match for them at all. It seemed better to submit quickly, to avoid any unnecessary pain.
Many prisoners were looking over, and although the bald man felt disgraced, it was better than getting beaten up. Moreover, the gap between them was too vast; he was simply no match.
Ma Xiaoliu, who was nearby, saw the bald man begging for mercy, and when he looked at Fang Yi again, his eyes were filled with shock and fear.
Even the toughest bald brother in the prison had shown submission. If Fang Yi turned his attention to Ma Xiaoliu, who had encouraged the bald man to come over, what could Ma Xiaoliu do? He was in a tough spot.
