"Boy, my final advice to you is, don't carry it around. It's useless. If you carry it around without telling us, we can find out. Then you will be the only one who is passive, and you will be the one who suffers for a while. You guys should be

The bones of a soldier are hard, but when you suffer later, if you do it, Fifth Brother, I can still take care of you here in the future. If you go against me, don't blame me for being ruthless in the future."

The bald old man puffed out a puff of cigarette from his mouth and took one last look at Ye Fan before going out, smiling coldly.

Seeing that Ye Fan just sneered and had no reaction, the bald old man shook his head, then turned and walked away. The young policeman Liu Jie glared at Ye Fan, with a sinister smile on his lips, looking like an arrogant villain.

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Ye Fan was half-crouched and handcuffed to the radiator. The feeling of having his hands handcuffed behind his back was really uncomfortable. The room was already bone-chillingly cold, and there was already a layer of frost on the radiator.

Bald Lao Wu and Liu Jie came out of the interrogation room and glanced at Zhang Hongliang, who was leaning outside and reading a newspaper: "Brother, this kid is difficult to deal with. I can't give her any benefits. He won't say anything. Now

These days, even if we want to sue him, we have to make it so that the people above him can't find anything. We need to find a few people to give this kid some tricks first, and wait a while for the Armed Forces Ministry to find out anything.

When a few guys come, it will be easier for him."

"Those guys next door have itchy hands for a long time. Let them practice their skills. I'll greet them." Zhang Hongliang twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered, then got up and went to the house next door. As soon as he opened the door, there was a smoky atmosphere inside.

It was filled with smoke. Beer bottles and snack bags were all over the floor. Four people were playing mahjong in a circle. It was noisy. Everyone had a wine bottle in front of them, a cigarette in their mouth, and their uniforms were slung across their bodies.

, with a ruffian look on his face, Zhang Hongliang coughed a few times: "Ahem, stop playing mahjong, brothers, get up and have some work to do."

"What's going on? Brother Zhang, do you want some brothers to help beat people again? No problem. We brothers are having a lot of evil fire and have no place to spread it. It's just time for the brothers to practice their hands and stretch their muscles."

The policeman, wearing his uniform diagonally and holding a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes and shouted drunkenly.

"When the time comes, I will help you guys to be more ruthless. Another day, I will invite you guys to go to the bathing center and find some girls to have fun with for the whole night. Then I will take care of whatever you guys want," Zhang Hongliang told the guys at the detention center.

The policeman handed me a cigarette and said a few words of concern.

After about ten minutes, the door was pushed open violently. This time, three policemen from the detention center came in. All three of them were tall and tall, and they smelled of alcohol.

They were drinking and playing mahjong in the monitoring room next door. Their faces were flushed and they spoke loudly. They all had arrogant and domineering looks on their faces. The one with the most developed limbs among them glanced at Ye Fan lightly as soon as he came in.

, frowning slightly: "You are the toughest kid, and you are still holding on here? Are you waiting for the brothers to give you some powerful tricks, and then you will do it?"

Ye Fan looked at the few people without showing any signs of weakness, his face turned cold, and he took a deep breath: "What? Are you finally going to hit me? Come on, that's all you can do."

"Boy, you're still pretty cool now that we're here. You're going to cry for a while." The well-limbed policeman took a deep look at Ye Fan, then walked back and forth in the room for a few steps, and took a long puff of cigarette.

Suddenly he shivered with coldness and cursed: "Fuck, who the fuck turned on the air conditioner so cold, damn it, it's freezing to death." Then this guy stared at Ye Fan: "Boy, you are so awesome, do it.

It's cruel and dark enough. You can see that he has been on the street before. Beating people will not be fatal, but it will cause people to suffer a lot. You mangy dog ​​and his three legs were beaten to comminuted fractures and hemorrhage.

, two of them are incontinent, vomiting blood on the top, urinating blood on the bottom, and have seven or eight fractures on their bodies. I didn’t expect you to be quite powerful. You are so young and you are so ruthless. You are very courageous!"

Ye Fan reluctantly stood up straight, knocked the handcuffs on the radiator a few times, met his eyes, and sneered: "They deserve it. They came to beat them. If I didn't beat them, I would feel guilty."

I feel sorry for them, and I feel sorry for them. If it were you, you would be more ruthless than me. I'm afraid they are not lying in the hospital, but in the crematorium. If it were you today, how many people would be there?

A little bastard runs up to you and asks your wife if she sells it, how much does it cost for a shot, how much does it cost for a night, and how much does a special service cost? Are you happy to shake hands with her and welcome her????

??”

There was a snap, a crisp sound, and before he finished speaking, Ye Fan was slapped hard on the face. This guy with well-developed limbs had a furious expression on his face, breathing heavily and staring, as if

It was as if someone had really slept with his wife. The force of this slap was really strong. Ye Fan staggered and leaned to one side. Half of his face suddenly became red and swollen, leaving a fingerprint.

, Ye Fan touched his left cheek with his tongue, then slowly straightened up and looked at this guy coldly. He had been holding back for a long time. The handcuffs couldn't hold him at all. If he wanted to do it,

The handcuffs have been taken off a long time ago, but he is back now after all, and he promised his mother not to cause trouble.

The guy with well-developed limbs looked down arrogantly and stared at Ye Fan arrogantly, with an angry look on his face: "By the way, I forgot to tell you, we didn't beat you, the injury on your face was from a fight with a mangy dog ​​when you were in the hospital.

If you leave behind, you will have more injuries on your body."

Ye Fan had already guessed this. He straightened his neck and looked at the policeman with strong limbs with disdain. He gritted his teeth and shouted unruly: "Come on, keep fighting. This is all you have."

Are you there? Come on, keep going. If you can’t kill me here today, when I get out, I will pay you back tenfold. If you have the ability, keep fighting.”

"Damn it, boy, you are so stubborn. Don't you guys just stop looking at me. Come on, hit me hard." The policeman with strong limbs was irritated by Ye Fan. He said hello and several times

Everyone gathered around.

Two guys rubbed their fists, and then punched Ye Fan hard on the lower abdomen. They did not stop, but hit Ye Fan fiercely with a burst of fast punches, hitting Ye Fan all the time.

After dozens of punches, the two of them were probably tired, so they stopped, shook their fists fiercely, grinned and cursed: "Fuck, this guy's bones are so damn hard, isn't he made of iron?"

, my hands are numb from the beating."

Ye Fan only felt a violent surge in his lower abdomen, but this was far worse than when he was training. The pain did not cause much damage to his body. After taking a breath, Ye Fan still felt

He gritted his teeth with a calm expression: "Why don't you beat me? Your legs have become weak after being in the detention center. If you have the ability, just keep coming. Come again! I wasn't hurt at all when you arrested me."

No."

These people took turns to beat Ye Fan severely, hitting Ye Fan's stomach hard. The thumping sound could be heard clearly even in the next room, but Ye Fan didn't seem to be hurt at all.

, as if nothing had happened, he raised his head and stared at several people with disdain: "You guys are going to die now? You look like a fake at first glance, and the strength in your hands is not even that of a woman.

Come on, I'm ashamed of you, just keep going if you can, I haven't had enough yet!"

Nothing happened to Ye Fan at all. Instead, the hands of several of them hurt. Their hands were all red and swollen. Hitting Ye Fan was like hitting an iron block. These guys quietly

He kept it in his sleeves and shook it fiercely. When Ye Fan said this, several people were furious, ashamed and angry. They were tough men who were famous for beating people in the detention center. They could bear such an insult.

He pulled off the baton from the wall and beat Ye Fan again. He took a breath and said, "Damn, this guy's bones are so hard. My hands were numb from the beating. Why don't I just grab a bucket of water and beat this kid directly?"

The kid’s head is pressed in there and he’s suffocating, so why do you have to go through so much trouble?”

"What the hell are you thinking about? No, the investigation has been too strict these days. In the past, our affairs were always wrapped in paper. If something happens at this moment, we are afraid that old accounts from the past will be revealed.

Come on, we won't be able to eat and walk around in circles now. The limelight is too tight now. Once the incident comes to light, we will be done with it. Besides, if anyone sees this kid and is sent to the detention center, if he is killed now

, that means we are looking for death." The well-limbed policeman shook his head and immediately rejected it. He did not want to take this risk.

"Here I come! I don't believe this evil anymore!" The well-limbed policeman held a baton in his hand and beat Ye Fan brutally again. The baton hit Ye Fan head and face, hitting Ye Fan's chest and lower abdomen.

Use your hands and feet, and slammed dozens of times. Every time he round his arms, he was ruthless, and his face was full of anger, spitting his spit on the ground and scolded: "Fuck*

**, this guy has a tough mouth, and his bones are tough even if he keeps his mouth shut. If this is the case, then you can’t blame me. Let’s go out for a cup of tea and warm up first. Let’s wait until the grandsons from the Armed Forces arrive. They are tormenting people.
Chapter completed!