NABC Chapter 49: Using a towel as a whip to lash Old Black!
Chapter 49: Using a towel as a whip to lash Old Black!
After getting the wet towel, Bai Chen flicked it with force.
The originally soft towel, due to inertia, seemed to turn into a long whip.
Snapped!
The black man at the front had a red mark on his face, which really looked like he had been whipped.
"Ah~"
The black man covered his face, feeling the burning pain, and cried out in agony.
The black man next to him was startled and paused in his movements.
however.
The black man stopped moving, but Bai Chen's movements did not stop at all.
The towel transformed into a whip, lashing out at the black man's shoulder.
Snapped!
The towel whip moved so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye; all that could be heard was a crisp crack.
The force was greater than before.
"Ahhhhh~~~"
Old Black's face contorted in pain as he clutched his shoulder and twisted around as if he were dancing jazz.
Bai Chen shook the towel, but he was thinking about his previous movements and looking for a better point of leverage.
And let me tell you, using a towel as a whip requires a high level of control over strength.
His second lash was stronger than the first.
continue!
After finding his footing, Bai Chen strode forward, raised the towel in his hand, and lashed it out hard.
*Smack...*
This time, the black man was sent flying and slammed into the bathroom wall with a dull thud.
After cracking the whip, Bai Chen swept his wrist across the ground as well, not sparing the black man next to him who was twisting and turning while dancing jazz.
pat~
It hit my thigh.
Okay, now jazz dance has turned into tap dance.
Three Black men came forward to cause trouble; one was slapped and sent flying, while the other two were whipped with towels and whips...
All of this happened in just a few seconds.
"Oh my god!"
Robert's eyes widened, his throat moved slightly, and he stared in shock at the whip in Bai Chen's hand.
Not only Robert, but the other prisoners in the room were also utterly shocked.
All eyes turned to the three black men who were wailing.
Needless to say, the black man who was slapped had his face swollen like half a pig's head, and his teeth had fallen out.
The other two Black men who were whipped with towels were in no better condition.
The two men lay on the ground writhing, groaning in pain. Looking at the areas where they had been whipped…
It had already started to bleed, turned black, and the bones were slightly bent, clearly indicating at least one fracture.
Is this... the effect of pulling out a towel?
Just as everyone was in shock.
Bai Chen, however, had no intention of stopping.
He walked slowly to the three black men, looking down at them with his head down.
"Kneel down!"
The sound wasn't loud, but it was enough to make the three old black men tremble with fear.
The three black men knelt on the ground in terror. Even the black man with the broken thighbone dared not resist in the slightest and endured the pain while kneeling on the ground.
Upon seeing this.
Bai Chen nodded in satisfaction.
Then, he swept his gaze around the bathroom, and all the prisoners who came into his sight lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes.
It's so brutal that everyone is worried about becoming Bai Chen's target.
Are there any Chinese people here?
Bai Chen spoke, and it's worth mentioning that he said this in Mandarin.
"Yes, yes, brother, I'm Chinese, we're compatriots!"
Immediately, a man with shifty eyes stepped forward and rushed to claim that he was a fellow countryman of Bai Chen.
In prison, if you have a powerful figure protecting you, life can be even more comfortable than outside.
"Have you ever heard of the Rainbow Little White Horse?" Bai Chen asked casually, glancing at the Chinese man.
"I've heard of it. How come I've never heard of it? This song is super famous here. Brother Hyperthyroidism sings it in his live stream every day."
In an effort to curry favor with Bai Chen, this Chinese man adopted a very humble attitude, speaking in a low and obsequious tone.
"very good!"
Bai Chen nodded in satisfaction, pointed to the three black men kneeling on the ground, and gave the order:
"If you teach them to sing 'Sunshine, Rainbow, Little White Horse,' and they do, I'll protect you in this prison. If they don't... I'll break your legs!"
Before he left, Bai Chen, living in a foreign land, would naturally have a favorable feeling towards the word "compatriot".
But after experiencing so much, he has long since demystified his compatriots.
Along the way, it was actually our fellow countrymen who cheated us the most!
As the old saying goes, strangers can ruin half the business, while acquaintances can win big. This is exactly what it means.
Therefore,
Bai Chen treated this fellow countryman in front of him merely as a tool.
If a tool doesn't work well, he will not hesitate to discard it and then replace it with a better one.
After explaining how this fellow countryman taught those black men to sing...
Bai Chen's eyes swept around again, a hint of threat in his voice, as he said calmly:
"Gentlemen, those three were just killing each other. You can all testify to that, right?"
This statement came out.
All the prisoners, regardless of their race, nodded in agreement.
"Yes, yes, I saw it with my own eyes. The three of them were fighting."
"I can also testify that it was an internal power struggle among them."
"We can all testify."
...
Everyone chattered away, afraid that if they spoke too slowly, they would be the ones lying on the ground.
It was at this time that...
The commotion in the bathroom caught the attention of the prison guards outside, who went in to check on the situation.
The prison guard had just walked in when he saw three Black men kneeling on the ground groaning, so he quickly asked:
"Nick, what's going on?"
The "Mornick" he mentioned was the black man with a scorpion tattoo on his neck.
Nick pointed to his face, glared venomously at Bai Chen who was watching the scene unfold, and shouted:
"It was him, sir, it was him, he hit me."
The other two Black men beside him quickly chimed in, "Nick is right, it was him. He's a monster. He whipped my legs with a towel. I felt like my legs were broken."
"My shoulder blade must be broken too."
The three old black men took turns making quality control statements.
After hearing this, the prison guard looked at Bai Chen and immediately frowned.
Because on the surface, Bai Chen, with his extraordinary temperament and smooth skin, looked like a handsome young man. How could he have done it?
What's more, just now an old black man said something about how all of this was done with a towel?
"Hey, you're saying it was him who broke your leg with a towel?" One of the prison guards had a strange look on his face.
"That's right, he waved the towel in his hand like a whip forged from steel, and my legs were completely immobilized."
The black man nodded repeatedly, pointing to the dark, bleeding spot on his leg.
"Pfft~"
The two prison guards exchanged a glance, finally unable to hold back their laughter.
"Hey, you idiot, a soft towel can break your bones? Are your bones made of cucumbers?"
That's all.
The prison guard ignored the black men who were spouting lies, looked around, and asked loudly:
"Tell me, what exactly happened?"
The Chinese man was the first to speak up, saying, "I know, it was the three of them who got into an argument, then started fighting, and that's how it ended up like this."
"That's right, the three of them started arguing and then got into a fight, which ended up like this," Robert chimed in.
Immediately, a cacophony of voices erupted from the bathroom, all describing how the three black men had fought and how things had gotten to this point!