Chapter: 1110
Suddenly, sounds of metals clanking resounded through the corridor. Instantly, everyone shrank away from the bars and huddled in the corners of the cell, terrified.
Dustin followed the sound and looked toward the dimly lit corridor. A plump man dressed in fine clothes was approaching them with several fierce-looking prison officers. He held a metal rod and kept striking it against the iron doors, causing sparks to fly.
"Hey, kid. Did your family members bribe the guards before you came?" the old man asked.
"No." Dustin shook his head.
"Then do you have any valuables with you?" the old man asked again.
"I’m completely penniless." Dustin spread his hands.
"Oh, dear." The older man sighed.
"Those money-grubbers are here. You might have to endure some pain since you didn’t bribe the guards and have no money."
"Don’t worry, kid. It’s just 50 canes. It’ll be over in the blink of an eye. It might keep you in bed for about a month, but it won’t k ill you!" The bald man promised.
"He’s right. You just have to remember not to resist, and everything will be over soon," Others echoed, having gone through the same thing.
If someone had money, they could bribe the guards so that their punishment was milder. But if someone had no money, they’d have no choice but to suffer.
Those who were lucky would suffer from a bruised bottom, while those who weren’t might end up disabled.
The well-dressed, portly man continued striking the cages before stopping in front of Dustin’s cell.
"I heard a new guy arrived. Who is it?" The well-dressed, portly man scanned the cell with cold eyes. Those who met his eyes instinctively lowered their heads, scared of these men who controlled their lives.
"It’s me." Dustin stepped forward.
The well-dressed, portly man gave him a look over and asked, "Do you understand the rules in here yet?"
"What rules?" Dustin asked.
"Everyone needs to get a beating when they first arrive. Naturally, I’m the one who determines how heavy the beating will be. Got it?" The well-dressed, portly man made a point to tap his baton.
"So, you want money?" Dustin raised an eyebrow.
"Smart boy!" The other man nodded, pleased.
"My men and I have to take care of trash like you every day. So we deserve that much, don’t we?" He rubbed his fingers greedily.
"Sorry. I don’t have any money." Dustin shook his head.
"You don’t have any money?" The well-dressed, portly man frowned and snapped, "Then write a letter to your family to ask for money! Your punishment will be lighter the more you pay."
"I come from a poor family. We don’t have any money." Dustin shrugged.
"F**k, you’re just a hobo! What a waste of my time!" the well-dressed, portly man spat.