"Hey?" I was indeed a little complacent, and Zhao Li, who felt that he could have a certain weight in prison, was beaten up by the old warden's words.

Isn't this okay? Didn't Balang say that as long as the people who beat them are convinced, they will agree with your existence and will not bully you? Did he lie?

It shouldn't be wrong, Balang's tone at that time and the attitudes of the guys he saw in the military camp towards him? What does the old warden mean to say this?

Facing Zhao Li's confused face, the old warden slowly took another sip of red wine and signaled Zhao Li to drink the juice: "The juice should be squeezed out while it is fresh, otherwise it will lose the original flavor."

The juice was in his mouth, and Zhao Li could no longer taste any taste, and he was eagerly waiting for the old warden to solve his doubts.

"Do you think that if you convince yourself, everyone will agree with you?" Zhao Li was stunned by a casual question.

"Is it not good for Sanders like that? Do you have to fight each other?" Zhao Li was a little confused. He heard from the warden's tone that fighting was indeed feasible, but the problem was that it seemed that alone could not do it.

"If you want to win, you have to win the lead, what is it about you winning Sanders?" The old warden held the wine glass and asked Zhao Li: "Don't you think Sanders can be the leader in it, right?"

Zhao Li did not think about this problem. His experience yesterday was half because Zhao Li was venting his anger and half angry that he was nothing. As for who his opponent was, he had never chosen much.

"Sanders, a former senior instructor of the special forces in Africa and a firearms and blasting expert, are not very good at physical skills. They were imprisoned because they used any means to bury more than 50 hostages and more than 100 terrorists in the mission, causing public opinion attacks, and they were imprisoned." The old warden slowly told Sanders' resume.

"In my more than 50 years of prison management career, especially in this prison, Sanders' fighting level is at best third to last. Do you think it is a sense of superiority to defeat him?" The old warden still had the slow tone, but completely pushed Zhao Li's pride to the bottom.

"Third last?" Zhao Li couldn't believe that such a person was only third last? How strong should other people be to rank first? I couldn't help but wonder: "What are the last and second last?"

"You can't know anything at the end, you can only know folk fitness skills." The old warden glanced at Zhao Li, as if he knew he would ask: "As for the second to last, he is a disabled person who has no legs. You have seen these two people, why do you want to challenge them?"

Sanders, who had such terrifying physical strength, could only rank third from the bottom, which made Zhao Li unacceptable no matter how he had just exchanged a scar for a victory. The more he did this, the more he could not believe it. Zhao Li, who had disabled legs, knew that the one who knew nothing, was the female prisoner?

"Also, you are quite remarkable when using weapons, but what is your last fight? Is it a joke? Playing house?" The old warden's voice suddenly became louder: "If I were not present, would you think you could survive to the final victory? Sanders could easily kill you with one hand! If you weren't just a recruit, you would have sent you to the King of Hell to report, and you would still be complacent here."

Zhao Li fully believes this. In the last game, Zhao Li still wins in perseverance, not skills. Everyone understands that Sanders has shown mercy, but in the end, he was caught by Zhao Li because his physical strength was exhausted. Even so, Zhao Li's performance can be regarded as remarkable, except for a scoundrel who cheats with basic fitness techniques.

"Yes, sir!" Zhao Li was still a little proud when he thought alone. Now he was broken by the old warden. The illusory pride in his heart was immediately exposed, and he responded with a dejected expression.

"However, you can still see your perseverance. Have you practiced being beaten?" The old warden asked Zhao Li a question just like casually chatting.

"No, sir!" Zhao Li had completely lost his pride just now, and he seemed a little depressed. His face was very funny.

"Why, I can't stand it in a few words, I have no confidence?" Suddenly, the old warden spoke in a loud tone and showed his power without anger: "Sergeant, stand at attention and look at me! Are you still a warrior?"

Zhao Li subconsciously jumped up according to the order, and the red juice sprinkled all over the floor: "It's the sir, I'm!"

"Very good!" The old warden's tone slowed down again: "But you don't have to be depressed. It's been less than a year since you've been practicing combat skills. It's already amazing to be able to tie Sanders. I'm proud of this!"

He suppressed his first and then Yang. Zhao Li didn't know what the old warden was thinking, so he could only respond: "Yes, sir!" Then he stared at the old warden, not knowing what to say.

"In my decades of military career, especially in the recent decades of prison life, I have found a lot of good things from these cruel guys who exchanged their emotions." Seeing that Zhao Li was able to control his emotions quickly, the old warden also nodded secretly: "There is a set of things that are very suitable for you to learn from. Are you interested?"

Zhao Li didn't understand, and the old warden emphasized again: "I have some martial arts on my hands that are particularly suitable for you. The one left by a dead guy in the past is very close to your routine. Are you interested in learning?"

Is there such a good thing? Zhao Li suddenly didn't know whether he was in hell or in heaven. Is there any unwillingness to do this kind of thing? Zhao Li nodded quickly.

"It's great, but I remind you that it was obtained from a criminal. It is very likely that the method of practice is different from the standard combat techniques in the army. You must be mentally prepared." After saying this, the old warden immediately laughed at himself: "Hi, what do you do when you tell me these things? The martial arts of the special forces are also not standard techniques. When people get old, they seem to talk too much, alas!"

Zhao Li has now confirmed that he had just entered heaven. How could he encounter such a good thing? He was so excited that he didn't know what to say, and he wanted to say thank you, but he didn't know why. When he saw the old warden and thought of the dream of beating him, he felt a little embarrassed.

"What are you looking at? Before you are sure you can practice, clean up the juice on the ground for me!" The old warden knew what he was thinking when he looked at him, and scolded him fiercely.

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