Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

He Zeyu's deep eyes seemed to have something beating. He did not speak, and the action was increasingly violent.

Rohans didn't think he was going to lose. Last time, he just carelessly ate that loss. The shadows were getting thicker and thicker in his eyes. Two adult men were fighting like two male lions.

Shen Mubai beside him was forced to pinch a sweat while looking vigilantly at the prisoner opposite him.

The other sex stood still like a fool. Not long later, the nearby inmate heard a noise in his ear and rushed over.

Half of them were prisoners in Area A, Area B, and the prisoner recovered with a cold sweat on his back.

He naturally saw the horrible look in the other party's eyes, unlike Rohans' vicious and shady gaze, which belonged to the King's oppression, making people want to bow down on their feet.

The kings of the two prisons struck one more. This is something that both inmates in Area A and Area B enjoyed. After all, the last time no victory or defeat had been divided, the two sides were arguing over it and even tried to do it.

And now the two kings have fought again, and all the prisoners are shouting.

Shen Kibai was wearing He Zeyu's prison clothes and, despite being a little shaky, he couldn't help but squeeze a sweat for him.

Because Rohans was in a slightly different state than last time, his actions were even more insidious and vicious.

“I think the king of Area A is nothing more than that. Didn't he say he was good? He was still down compared to us Rogo.” The mockery came from the crowd.

“Is that how the King of Area A is? I hear he never messes around on weekdays, don't you dare. Tsk, how did such a man become king of Area A. ”

“Fuck you, when our brother Ho came out of prison, your boss Luo didn't know where to drink milk.” Prisoners in Area A sipped a sip of drool.

The inmates next to him also got a little upset. Although they said they didn't like this king who didn't care about anything before, the strength of the other side was obvious. Shooting Ho Zeyu in the face is a disgrace to Area A. So he started a fierce drooling battle, and even more unhappy, he had crossed the crowd to fight.

Rohans was punched hard, and the anguish in his mouth forced him to revisit the dark-haired man in front of him, "You're the first person to hurt me, but... that's why I...”

“You fucking talk a lot.” The dark-haired man said lightly, his fist again smashing hard into the past.

Half an hour later, colored men were still wrapped around each other.

Just when the prisoners thought the fight would last at least two or three hours, the brunette man, who had been suppressed on the ground, suddenly turned his back on his sovereignty.

All the prisoners at the scene did not react until a painful scream sounded, and they saw a cold, eye-catching, dark-haired man approaching and poking his own two fingers into Rohans' eyes, and the overly bloody and brutal scene stunned the prisoners.

“I told you not to touch my people.” He Zeyu pulled out his bloody fingers when he said this. At this moment, the breath was too fierce and all prisoners in Area A had to look at it.