Some black prisoners were surrounding Mars in the laundry room. His eyes were turned right and left, seeing several people carrying sticks and weapons about to attack him. Life in prison was hell living. Only the powerful one survived. Mars had been in jail for almost two weeks, and the inmates began to realize who he was.
Mars did not highlight himself. He might be a king outside, but there were so many criminals as similar as him in prison. He was lucky because he had a lot of money to bribe many people and buy the position he wanted, although he was cruel and prominent in the street's crime world.
"You are nobody here, King!" Mars grinned and chuckled to hear one of the prisoners said that.
