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When the scene was filled with chaos (referring to the Europeans being overwhelmingly beaten by the fiery Cubans), the Shanxi man responsible for prison management finally stepped in.
Dozens of riot-control frame robots surrounded the brawl site.
[Warning! Drop your weapons, crouch down with your hands on your head!]
The piercing alarm sounded, accompanied by a few gunshots into the sky.
The originally heated brawlers quickly calmed down; the Cubans crouched down with their hands on their heads, while the Europeans lay on the ground sighing heavily. Only Henry and his group were bewildered, having been caught in the group fight.
"Such gall, you're given the chance to email your family, yet you dare to brawl? Who started the fight first?"
The gun in his hand represented the power over the life and death of the more than a thousand prisoners before him.
This group of European bastards had been unruly ever since arriving at the prisoner camp.
