However, the baton on his arm was so cruel that it hurt so much that he looked at the guard policeman gloomy, and he had already remembered his appearance in his heart, swearing that if he went out one day, he would definitely deal with him hard.

The guard came over and handcuffed him, pulled the handcuffs, and gave him a baton on his head, beating and shouting, "Go back with me, I see how big a wave you can make today."

He had already pulled him away.

After a while, there was a clattering sound outside the cell. With a "clang", the iron door opened again. Han Ping walked in with a pair of hands, legs weighing 20 kilograms, with a blue nose and a swollen face.

It seems that he has suffered a lot.

Zhang Shoulong and others were sitting there, as if waiting for him to "return with honor". Seeing this situation, they couldn't help but grin, "You deserve it, you dare to come here to serve as a shell, and you dare to act arrogantly with me?"

Brothers, let me kill him." Zhang Shoulong smiled gloomyly, jumped down barefoot, became more powerful again, pointed at his nose and said.

Han Ping gritted his teeth and did not dare to act arrogant anymore. He was not stupid and could have guessed it vaguely. There might be something wrong with it. Maybe it was Liang Chen who sent someone here to imprison him. He clearly remembered,

When Liang Chen saw Wu Ze's injury, the words with a strong smell of blood came out from his teeth. What's even more fatal is that the person who slashed Wu Ze was his subordinates.

Thinking of Liang Chen's methods, he felt a little chilled.[

Thinking of this, he took two steps back, stepped straight to the big iron gate, and knocked on the big iron gate desperately, "Disciple, discipline, someone wants to hit me, I want to change the prison." But he let his throat scream

No one responded to him, which further confirmed his speculation and became heavier in his heart.

"Call it, you shout hard. Even if you scream, no one will answer you. Brothers, let him eat a pot of meat first." Zhang Shoulong said with a slight smile, waved his hand, and the two younger brothers next to him.

He had already come over to hold him up and hit him hard in the stomach with another punch.

"Wow", Han Ping was hit by this powerful punch, and his whole stomach seemed to be rumbling. His stomach was overturned and he couldn't help but vomit. At the same time, his aggrievance was indescribable. He was wearing twenty pounds.

He had no power to fight back with heavy shackles, and now he could only let others fight.

"Show him another color TV." Zhang Shoulong was extremely excited as if he had chicken blood, howled beside him.

Another little brother had already taken the iron bucket used to clean the toilet next to him and held it on his head. The person next to him held the mop pole and went up to look at the iron bucket "bang".

Han Ping only felt that his eyes were full of Venus, and his eyes were red and green, and his whole head was buzzing, as if he was watching a color TV. After several consecutive knocks, his ears were almost deaf, and his legs were weak, and he couldn't help but feel

Falling down.

"You two, set him up and give him a scent. You dare to struggle and let him taste the taste of his fists." Zhang Shoulong howled.

The so-called fragrance is that a few people urinated next to the toilet and urinated a few times, but they didn't urinate, and then dragged Han Ping over, stretched his face to the toilet, and sniffed at the burnt urine.

It smells of urine and can't move for a moment.

The so-called cross-legged approach is to make Han Ping sit there with his legs crossed, which is also a disguised corporal punishment in the horn.

Poor Han Ping is really in a slump now. Whether it is the spring breeze when he went to Beijing or the mighty style when he was old in J Province, he has now become a pile of stinky dog ​​shit, and he can be at the mercy of others.
Chapter completed!