As soon as he entered the bathroom, he closed the door and said to Ye Chen with a lewd smile: "Since that kid committed suicide last time, I haven't met someone as thin and tender as you in a while. If you just listen to me, I will Brooklyn, I can make you walk sideways, but if you don�t obey, I will make every second you spend here miserable!�

Ye Chen looked at him, covered his nose and asked, "Why does your fucking mouth smell so bad? It makes your eyes burn when you talk. Don't you usually brush your teeth?"

"Fuck!" Seeing Ye Chen ridiculing him, Dean immediately cursed: "You fucking think I have a bad mouth? I'm telling you, my other parts stink even more! I'll stuff it into your mouth in no time and let you have a good taste!" "

After that, he reached out to untie his pants and said with a evil smile: "Boy, today I will teach you a lesson on how to survive in Brooklyn Prison!"

"Class?" Ye Chen sneered, "How about I give you a lesson first, a hygiene lesson!"

After saying that, Ye Chen's right hand suddenly grabbed his neck with lightning speed, and pressed his thumb hard on his Adam's apple, almost crushing his Adam's apple.

Dean didn't expect that the thin Ye Chen would be the first to attack him, and he didn't expect that Ye Chen's arms, which seemed to have no muscles at all, would be extremely powerful! When he strangled his neck, his brain seemed to be deprived of oxygen in an instant, and his neck was in severe pain, so painful that his body could not exert any strength.

He has been practicing fitness for many years, and the direction of fitness has always been strength, which is completely developing in the direction of a strongman. In his opinion, his body strength can be ranked among the top five in the entire Brooklyn Prison. How could he be crushed by a thin Asian man? !

He was suffering from severe pain in his neck. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't loosen Ye Chen's fingers even a little bit. He couldn't breathe at all, and his face soon turned blue and purple from the suffocation.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't speak at all. The look in his eyes that looked at Ye Chen had changed from contempt and wretchedness to one of deep fear.

Ye Chen looked at his frightened look and sneered: "You are still not convinced that you have a bad mouth. It seems that you haven't liked brushing your teeth since you were a child. When you grow up, you are even more dirty and lazy. Come on, let me teach you. , how should you clean up a foul mouth like yours!"

After saying that, Ye Chen took the toilet brush beside the toilet with his left hand, pinched his mouth open with his right hand, and stuffed the dirty toilet brush directly into his mouth.

Although Dean is very big, one of his chest muscles is almost as big as an adult's head, but this guy's mouth is really not that big in comparison.

When Ye Chen forced the toilet brush, which was thick and covered with hard burrs, into his mouth, two bloody gashes were opened at the corners of his mouth.

Dean suddenly shivered in pain, but Ye Chen showed no mercy at all. With a strong hand, he stuffed the entire toilet brush head into Dean's mouth.

Then, as if he were cleaning a toilet, he scrubbed hard a few times, causing Dean's mouth to bleed continuously.

Dean felt that his entire mouth and throat were in terrible pain. The hard plastic bristles had already caused countless bloody wounds in his mouth. His whole body almost collapsed and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

He wanted to whimper desperately to attract the attention of the boys outside the door and let them come in to rescue him. However, the bathroom door had been closed by himself, his mouth was filled with toilet brush, and his throat was pinched tightly by Ye Chen's fingers. Even if she whimpered desperately, it was as weak as a sucking kitten and could not be heard by anyone outside.

With no hope of help, Dean could only raise his hands above his head with difficulty, praying to Ye Chen with his eyes with a miserable look on his face.

Marven temporarily stopped his movements, left the toilet brush in his mouth, and asked him with a sneer: "Didn't you just teach me how to survive in Brooklyn? Why are you crying like a girl now?" Is it worthy of your muscles?" JrNovels.com