At lunchtime, Jiang Xiaobai noticed the warden and Wang Wangcai whispering to each other. After returning to the cell, Chen Batian and his group did not take action immediately.
Around nine o'clock in the evening, Chen Batian gathered everyone again. Everyone sat on their own bed, legs crossed.
"Wang Old Stick, I heard you've got another batch of goods. Bring them out, let the brothers have a good New Year," said Chen Batian.
Wang Old Stick chuckled and said, "Boss, I just had a big loss last night. You're not planning to make me bleed again, are you? I, Wang Wangcai, am running a small business, the profits are slim, and it can't withstand such torment."
"You mean you refuse?"
Chen Batian shouted, "Hou San, Zhao Si, hold down Wang Old Stick for me. Today, I'm going to cripple one of his hands!"
