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Chapter 137 Differences between people
It was three o'clock in the afternoon, the weather was cloudy, and it was time for the prisoners in Wayne Prison to go out for exercise.

In the corner, some prisoners formed a small wall, blocking the view of others and the prison guards, and in front of them were two figures, one tall and one short.

"So, that's your story? Huh? A coward who didn't have the guts to join a gang fight? A pathetic wretch who couldn't make it in this long?"

The bald strong man lifted him up and pressed him against the wall. He recognized this man. His name was Harik, and he was also a member of the Falcone gang. He had made his way to a middle-level cadre position by being ruthless and having no bottom line.

At breakfast, he ate at his table with his roommate and complained about the prison food, and was echoed by others.

Alex disagreed. He thought the food in prison was actually quite good - the staple food was still the usual toast and cereal, and there were even some fruits, vegetables and meat in lunch and dinner.

Breakfast consisted of milk, white bread, a boiled egg, oatmeal, and a piece of fruit. For him, this was no different from his usual breakfast outside the prison, and the taste was not bad. The amount of bread and porridge was enough to fill his stomach.

Of course, for Harik, this might not be the meal he expected. There was no ham, bacon, butter or honey in the toast, no yogurt in the cereal, and all the food tasted average, obviously not high-end goods - in short, he felt that the food in this prison was bland.

For a prison, isn’t this food good enough? Most people would think so.

But the Godfather's money in the judicial group and Gotham politics is not in vain. Harlik is a middle-level member of the Falcone family. If he was put in prison in the past, as long as he was willing to pay, he would really have ham, bacon, honey or yogurt for breakfast - and then he would be rescued soon.

Everyone looked at Alex with unfriendly expressions. This group of people were the bottom of the Falcone family. After entering prison, they still subconsciously formed a group with cadres like Harik as the core. Alex dared to oppose the views of middle-level family members like Harik, so he was also hostile to them.

At this moment, someone interrupted the atmosphere.

"Fight, fight!" A voice cheered from the side. "One punch will add one year to each member of your group's sentence, and a fine of one hundred times your forty-year sentence. The medical expenses will also be charged to you."

"Who the hell dares—"

When Harik turned his head with a ferocious look on his face, he saw a familiar face, and his hideous behavior stopped abruptly, and his voice became a little fearful and timid.

"Disaster, disaster star."

At this moment, the group of prisoners in the corner looked at each other and slowly backed away. They had originally intended to form a human wall to help block the guards' sight. After all, it was time for exercise, but they had not expected Ma Zhaodi to be here in his prison uniform.

"Unexpected?" The evil star laughed. "I heard you talking about it during breakfast. Did you know that the prison guards and I eat the same food as you guys?"

This is the truth. Except for some prison guards who go outside to get extra meals, most people actually think that the food in ordinary prison cafeterias is sufficient for staff meals: cheap, sufficient, hygienic, and tastes and is nutritious - after all, those who come to serve as prison guards are ordinary poor people in the East District, and some people's dietary standards may not be as good as prison meals.

Harik and Alex were both stunned for a moment, and both took a few seconds to think about the truthfulness of Ma Zhaodi's words.

After coming to his senses, Harik asked in a timid tone, "Why are you here?"

"I was sentenced for taking secret photos: I sold photos of a dozen gangsters I met on the street to several Gotham newspapers, so I had to spend a year in jail, during which time I performed some of the duties of a prison guard. Those newspapers seemed to support me and said they would contact me again after I had some news in there - don't just look at me, keep hitting me, every time you punch me, my sentence will be reduced to two years, and we can spend one more year together." Harik immediately put Alex on the ground.

"Come on, you're Harik, a member of the Falcone family, a serious gangster who lives on the edge of life. Be smart and don't lose face!"

Harik turned a deaf ear to it because he was a member of the Falcone family, a legitimate gangster who lived on the edge of a knife - so he knew what it meant to bend and stretch.

He left Alex and took the others away.

Before Alex could say thank you, Ma Zhaodi patted him on the shoulder and left.

From that day on, Alex began to understand what Sheriff Gordon had said to him.

"A few years in prison can be the most human years you ever live."

Life in Wayne Prison is quite regular. Get up in the morning, make your bedding, take roll call, and then have breakfast.

They go to bed at nine o'clock in the evening and can talk a little at night. The prison does not restrict their conversation and is not worried about them communicating, uniting, or escaping from prison, because everyone knows the situation outside and escaping from prison is meaningless at this time.

He no longer needed to be awakened by a phone call at three or four in the middle of the night and then brave the cold wind to deal with corpses and bloodstains. He no longer needed to worry about dying from an inexplicable bullet.

His diet became healthy and hygienic, and he would not go hungry; his daily life became simple, and there was no boss in the prison to order him around, because everyone was a disciplined prisoner, and he only needed to concentrate on normal work and study.

The labor wage in Wayne Prison is not set at the most common $0.1 per hour like other private prisons, which treat the prisoners inside as slaves; instead, it is half the normal working price outside. But at the same time, there are almost no additional expenses in the prison, and the only place that pays is the canteen.

He can send letters or make phone calls to his family at the same price as outside the prison, and he can buy cigarettes inside at the same price as outside. In other private prisons, phone calls cost one dollar a minute and cigarettes cost one dollar a stick.

There is no need to pay for headphones to listen to the sound on the TV, and there is no skimping on heating and hot water. The only thing is that they rarely see a doctor, which is a bit worrying - but since the sanitary conditions are not bad, prisoners in the prison rarely get sick.

He could even send money to his mother from prison, and the Wayne Group wouldn't deduct any of it.

After a month, Alex and most of the prisoners in the prison realized that the living conditions in the prison seemed to be better than outside, and the part of their labor remuneration taken away by the Wayne Group seemed to be actually used for their various infrastructure in the prison.

Until one day, he saw a group of depressed new prisoners coming to the prison, including a big shot who was famous in Gotham.

"Sal Maroney? When was he transferred to Wayne Prison?"

"Three days ago, man."

(End of this chapter)