"Stop, stop it. Which boss are you hanging out with outside?" Han Ping was agile and avoided that Brother Long. At the same time, he kicked away a prisoner who rushed towards him from the right, and kicked him with his left elbow.

He hit the other prisoner on the face and kept shouting at the same time.

"I'll tell you after I've beaten you." Brother Long laughed ferociously and punched him in the eye.

"You bastard, is this what your boss taught you?" Han Ping was furious in his heart. He grabbed his fist with his left hand and kicked him out. In any case, he had to defeat these bastards first, otherwise

If so, this matter has no end at all.

Although he hasn't been in the game for many years, he still knows the rules inside. Just like in the martial arts world, whoever has the strongest fist is the boss. It seems that now this is a scholar meeting a soldier. It's hard to explain. He can only defeat them first.

He thought to himself that even without weapons, it would be no problem to deal with these low-life hooligans. In fact, there was indeed no problem. Although Brother Long was thick and strong, he always seemed to be involved in street fights.

hand

There were quite a few tricks underneath, but Han Ping was someone who had been personally mentored by Li Manjiang. Of course, there were even more tricks under his hands. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he had already grabbed his wrist, and he received two punches from behind. He had to subdue the leader first.

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With his hands like eagle claws, he had already grasped Brother Long's fist when suddenly there was a sharp pain on his lower back. He was so painful that his whole body twitched. When he looked back, he saw that it was the little hooligan who had been kicked away by him just now.

Holding his waist, he took a piece of toothpaste with an extremely sharp back end and stabbed it into his lower back. He also stirred the toothbrush inside with a grin on his face, causing pain.

Han Ping felt weak all over.

"You bastard, you're looking for death!" Han Ping used his last strength and punched the prisoner's head. At the same time, he snatched the toothbrush from his hand and kicked him on the chest.

, holding his lower back and retreating, facing the three people who were still standing on the opposite side, his teeth were chattering.

Unexpectedly, this time the boat capsized in the gutter and fell into the trap of a few unscrupulous hooligans. This was like a tiger being bullied by a dog, and his heart was filled with hatred, but he was also considered a ruthless person, so he tore off a piece of

The lapel of his clothes was wrapped around the wound, and he held the toothbrush like a machete. Gritting his teeth, he walked towards the people in front of him step by step.

Although the injury was not serious, it was really embarrassing. Moreover, in this place where people could not even recognize who the boss was and they were all a bunch of bastards, the only way to make them surrender and to take a breather was to use force.

His skills are indeed good. Brother Long was kicked in the abdomen just now. If Han Ping hadn't lost most of his strength due to the pain, he and several of his men around him would have been beaten by now.

Got down.

Brother Long looked at Han Ping, who was walking over step by step with a toothbrush in his hand and gnashing his teeth, stroking his lower abdomen, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes. The few people remained silent and slowly backed away.

"Kneel down. If anyone doesn't kneel down, I will kill him." Han Ping saw that several guys were suppressed by his momentum and force. He finally regained some face and self-esteem in his heart and continued to press forward step by step.

These words were forced out between my teeth.

Just when he had forced several people to the corner and was about to launch a thunderous attack to knock them all down, the big iron door rang, and an impatient voice came from outside, "Big bang."

What are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night? Zhang Shoulong, how did you become the head of the dormitory?" A guard shouted and cursed from outside.

"Director Huang, help, help, this guy is so powerful, he wants to kill us." Brother Long rolled his eyes, winked at the boys next to him, and shouted repeatedly. In fact,

The policeman outside is not a director at all, but in the prison cell, prisoners don't care whether you are a director or not. As long as you are a police officer, you are always called a director. This can be regarded as a kind of respect for them.

Several of the men next to him understood and shouted at the same time.

"Yeah, a bunch of bastards, you won't let me sleep peacefully at night. Are you all trash? How can you beat a newcomer like this? If I know you are lying, I will pinch your balls first.

Broken." The big iron door clanged, and the

The guard had opened the door of the dormitory and looked inside. His eyes widened. He saw that four people had fallen inside, all of them bleeding. Han Ping was still holding a toothbrush in his hand, and the top of the toothbrush was covered with blood stains.

, was forcing Zhang Shoulong and others into a corner.

"Director Huang, seeing is believing, seeing is believing. Do you see how arrogant and powerful this kid is? As soon as he came in, he didn't say a word, just stretched out his hand and hit him. He said he wanted to be the boss here, and even the seven of us couldn't beat him.

He, Director Huang, please change his house. You can change his house.

Otherwise, we won't be able to survive tonight." Zhang Shoulong yelled in fear, looking like he was about to shed tears. If he doesn't go to the Oscars and win a statuette for this kind of acting, it will be a waste.

He was really blinded by this piece of material.

"Hey, I didn't expect that we have a Sanda King here. Damn, you dare to cause trouble in the house I'm in charge of. You are really tired of living." The guard named Huang was frightened when he saw the scene in front of him.

He jumped so hard, pointed at Han Ping with a baton and cursed angrily.

"Officer, it's not that I'm causing trouble, it's that they provoked me first. They couldn't help but hit me when they came up. I fought back in self-defense." Han Ping was furious in his heart, but he tried his best to hold back and said calmly.

After all, in this place, only the guard is the boss. Others, if they are dragons, you have to coil up, if they are tigers, you have to lie down. Even when the king of heaven comes, you have to listen to the guards, otherwise you will only suffer the loss.

However, the guard named Huang obviously did not intend to listen to any of his excuses - in fact, he did not need any excuses. There were four people lying under his feet, and he was holding a sharpened and bloody toothbrush in his hand.

It's no use either.

"Don't talk nonsense. I saw you beating your fellow prisoners and threatening them with weapons. There's nothing to say. Squat down quickly. Squat down for me. If you dare to say anything again, I'll beat you to death first." The guard said.

The police rushed over and swung their batons down.

Han Ping was so angry that he bit his teeth, but he could only squat down with his arms in his arms. A good man never suffers the consequences. If he really dared to confront the guards, those rotten people would probably torture him to death. For this reason, a person from a grassroots background would

He still understands.

However, the baton on his arm was really harsh and painful. He gave the guard a dark look and remembered his appearance in his heart. He swore that if he went out one day, he would deal with him severely.

The guard came over and put handcuffs on him. He pulled the handcuffs and gave him a baton on the head. While beating him, he shouted, "Go back with me. Let me see how much trouble you can make today." As he spoke,

Already dragged him away.

After a while, there was a crashing sound outside the prison building, and with a "clang", the big iron door opened again, and Han Ping walked in wearing a pair of conjoined hand and foot shackles weighing twenty kilograms, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

It seems that he has suffered a lot.

Zhang Shoulong and others were sitting on the bed, seeming to be waiting for him to "return with honour". Seeing this, they couldn't help grinning with joy, "You deserve it, you dare to come here to be a shell, and you dare to play tricks on me? Brother?"

Come on, let me play with him to death." Zhang Shoulong smiled gloomily, jumped down with bare feet, regained his authority, and pointed at his nose.

Han Ping gritted his teeth and didn't dare to act arrogant anymore. He was not stupid and could vaguely guess that there might be something wrong here. Maybe it was Liang Chen who sent someone here to trick him. He clearly remembered,

At that time Liang Chen saw

When Wu Ze was injured, the words with a strong smell of blood burst out from his teeth. What's even more terrible is that the person who cut Wu Ze was his own subordinate. When he thought of Liang Chen's methods

, he shuddered a little.

Thinking of this, he took two steps back, walked straight to the big iron gate, and banged on the big iron gate desperately, "Discipline, discipline, if someone wants to beat me, I want to change the prison cell." However, he shouted at the top of his voice.

, and no one responded to him, which further confirmed his guess, and his heart became even heavier.

"Scream, you shout as hard as you can, no one will answer you even if you shout at the top of your lungs. Brothers, let him eat a pot of meat first." Zhang Shoulong said with a sinister smile, and with a wave of his hand, the two boys next to him

He had already run over to hold him up, and the other one punched him hard in the stomach.

"Wow", Han Ping was hit by such a powerful and heavy punch that his whole stomach seemed to turn inside out. His stomach was so full that he couldn't help but vomit it out. At the same time, the frustration in his heart was indescribable. He was wearing a twenty-pound weight.

Due to the heavy one-piece shackles, he had no power to fight back. No matter how hard he could be beaten, he could only let others beat him now.

"Show him another color TV." Zhang Shoulong was extremely excited and howled beside him, as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.

Another boy had already taken the iron bucket used for cleaning toilets and put it on his head. The person next to him held a mop pole and went up to shine the iron bucket with a bang.

Han Ping felt that his eyes were filled with stars, red and green in front of his eyes, and his whole head was buzzing, just like watching a color TV. After knocking on it several times in a row, his ears were vibrating so much that he was almost deaf. His legs were weak and he couldn't help it.

Frustrated.

"You two, pick him up and give him a good smell. If you dare to struggle, let him taste the fist." Zhang Shoulong howled.

The so-called fragrant smell means that several people went to the toilet and peed a few times, but did not flush it, and their noses were full of anger. Then they dragged Han Ping over, stretched his face to the toilet, and smelled the burnt yellow urine.

The smell of urine makes me unable to move.

The so-called cross-body is to make Han Ping sit there with his legs crossed. This is also a disguised form of corporal punishment in the dormitory.

Poor Han Ping is really in trouble now. Whether it was the spring breeze when he went to Beijing or the all-around majesty when he was an old man in J Province, he has now become a pile of stinking shit, and he can come and go at the mercy of others.
Chapter completed!