Hearing this, Brother Jing suddenly froze and looked at Meng Fan without saying a word. Meng Fan was very indifferent and stopped and looked at Brother Jing calmly.

After a while, Brother Jing nodded solemnly: "Even at your age, I didn't expect that it would be eight years already?! My great youth was wasted for Wang Han.

.”

Meng Fan smiled, said nothing, and continued to follow Brother Jing upstairs. Observing the facilities in this cell building along the way, he found that they were basically the same as those in cell building No. 2, except that they were cleaner and there was no serious damage to public property.

Arriving at Wang Li's third room on the second floor, Brother Jing stopped, grinned and said, "Prison, in Third Master's opinion, is no different from a sanatorium."

After saying that, just when Meng Fan was in a daze, he opened the door, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He was shocked. The whole room was very big, almost like an ordinary apartment building. It had a wide range of facilities, including all kinds of electrical appliances, such as a TV, a refrigerator, and so on.

At this time, an old man who was over 60 years old, with sparse hair, very few, and all white, was sitting on a leather sofa, looking at Erlang's legs and closing his eyes to relax, while a 34-inch TV opposite was playing

Binjiang News.

When he heard the door open, the old man didn't even open his eyes and said, "Is it A Jing? Is that young man here?!"

Brother Jing took two steps forward, sat aside, and then said: "Third Master, please open your eyes? I will bring you a big girl."

"Well?!"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, sat up, and then saw Meng Fan. His pupils shrank and he didn't say anything. He just looked at Meng Fan carefully.

Meng Fan's face was very calm. He looked at the Third Master and said smoothly: "Third Master!"

Paoshan nodded with satisfaction, his wrinkled face showed a little relief, and said: "A pretty good young man, but he is a bit young. Wang Han is quite troublesome?!"

Meng Fan smiled lightly: "Haha, Third Master is joking, a person's age has little to do with a person's ability."

"Oh?! Haha, it seems I really misjudged you. When are you going to go out?!"

"It depends on the third master. When the third master wants to go out, we can go together."

"Hahaha... Young man, I am quite good at life. But, I have been here in Paoshan for more than 20 years. I have had good food and good housing. Suddenly I don't want to leave. Even before I die, I have such a young man like you."

I'm very happy that someone came out to kill Wang Han, but..." At this point, Pao Shan suddenly stopped, slowly picked up the cup on the coffee table, and took a few sips.

Brother Jing observed the words and quickly answered: "The third master has a group of confidants here who could have gone out, but these people had no one to rely on, so they simply stayed here. Just when Wang Han offered money to buy your life, let me

After doing you, Third Master suddenly had a sudden idea, do you understand the meaning of this sentence?!"

Meng Fan nodded, a little disapproving, and said with a faint smile: "Well, I understand, the third master wants to use my hand to take revenge. I am very grateful to the third master for his appreciation, but I don't like this feeling."

After speaking, Third Master and Brother Jing were suddenly startled. They looked at each other and felt that Meng Fan's words were full of provocation. Third Master's pupils shrank, and then he laughed: "Okay, it's okay for young people to be a little crazy.

, don’t be too crazy. There is a saying that the enemy of your enemy is your friend. I, Paoshan, will stop talking to you today. There is a group of my people here. If you are really as powerful as Wang Han said,

, these will be yours from now on, but..."

Paoshan's pupils shrank and he looked at Meng Fan with sharp eyes. Meng Fan nodded and said calmly: "Third Master, I understand."

"Hehehe, that's good, sit down and have something to eat first, and then let Ajing take you there."

Hearing this, Brother Jing stood up, walked to the cabinet on the side, took out a lot of cooked food, placed it on the table, and then invited Meng Fan to eat and drink.

Meng Fan knew in his heart that Paoshan said that he had a group of people who were definitely desperadoes. What he meant was that if he could defeat that group of people, he would become bigger from now on. If he couldn't win, there would be only one way for him to end up.

, ranging from being disabled at worst to lifeless at worst, but Meng Fan didn't take it seriously.

After a hasty meal, Brother Jing took Meng Fan out of Third Master's room. Before leaving, Third Master glanced at Brother Jing. Brother Jing nodded, but Meng Fan kept looking at him without asking.

Walking out of the corridor, Brother Jing said: "Third Master has twenty of his followers here. They are all in their forties today. Regardless of their age, these people are ruthless people who would rather die than

If you let all twenty of your men beat you, it would be unreasonable. If you give five of them, you can knock them down within ten minutes. Haha, Binjiang is not a problem. After leaving, Jiang Yang should also look for you.

, Third Master will remind him."

"Jiang Yang?!"

Meng Fan was stunned for a moment. He had long heard that he was such a famous figure. Apart from himself, he was the only person in Binjiang who could be on par with Wang Han. However, he had never heard anything about him. They were just rumors.

Brother Jing nodded and said as he walked: "Well, Jiang Yang is the third master's confidant. He wanted to ask Wang Han to avenge the third master for a long time, but the third master refused. These twenty men originally wanted to kill Jiang Yang.

Yes, but Jiang Yang has a bad temper, and the third master is worried. He thinks that if these twenty people give to Jiang Yang, it is equivalent to giving food to Wang Han, and they will all die. Wang Han did not use force on you, he wanted to use the law.

His methods will kill you, but don't underestimate Wang Han. His men are not just thugs, they are related to a certain gangster figure in the south and smuggle arms, but what are the details? We don't know, these are just rumors.

.”

As they talked, the two of them arrived at the prisoner training ground. As soon as they entered, Meng Fan saw more than 20 prisoners with shaved heads who had been reformed through labor. They all looked fierce, squatting or standing together in twos and threes, in a pile.

A wave of people in the west, smoking cigarettes and playing croak, saw Brother Jing and Meng Fan coming in, and more than twenty people were surrounding them one after another.

One after another they shouted: "Brother Jing!"

"Brother Jing!"

…

Brother Jing nodded, waved his hand, and then said, "Have I just told you the specific situation?!"

Everyone responded and returned one by one. Only then did Meng Fan understand that Third Master and Brother Jing had been ready for a long time. "Okay, let's start when we're ready."

Brother Jing said, patting Meng Fan on the shoulder, and then said: "Brother, respect yourself?!" Meng Fan smiled faintly and stopped motionless.

Opposite, more than 20 people gradually dispersed, leaving only five people who slowly took off their clothes and were bare-chested. The five people were particularly tall and tall. They were all about the same height as Meng Fan. They were over 1.8 meters tall and looked stupid.

, any person’s fist is as big as the mouth of a bowl.

The man in the middle looked at Meng Fan with disdain, put on the clothes he had just taken off, and said in a thick voice: "I don't have to go so hard to beat you, I can do it myself."

It's no wonder that the five people despised Meng Fan. Meng Fan looked weak and helpless in front of the five people. Although Ge Zi was tall, he was not as strong as the others.

Meng Fan smiled, nodded, and said softly: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, it's all gentlemen."

The leading man smiled contemptuously, then strode forward, and smashed his fist at Meng Fan vigorously. Meng Fan did not dare to be careless. The man's kung fu was definitely better than Li Zhijun's. He was very powerful and quickly dodged sideways.

Just as he was about to fight back, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from behind. Meng Fan did not dare to relax now, and tensed up his whole body. He pulled the fist of the man holding the card with all his strength.

"Click..."

The man didn't even say a word. He staggered and then rushed towards Meng Fan desperately.

Only then did Meng Fan understand why the Third Master became so big in the prison. With such a group of people, they could completely dominate the prison. Everyone in front of him was one against ten, or even twenty, plus there was Jiang Yang outside.

Man, no wonder the warden obeys orders.

Somewhat embarrassed, he dodged the attack between the two men. He felt fierce inside and clenched his hands. When he saw a man rushing towards him, Meng Fan suddenly changed his direction and hit the other man. At the same time, the man behind him took the opportunity to sneak attack. However,

Meng Fan had already expected it. When he just stretched out his fist, he quickly turned to the side, and his hands were like lightning, and he pinched the man's foot and bent it hard.

"Crack!"

The man still fell to the ground without making any sound, clutching his painful ankle. Meng Fan had quick eyesight, put the man down, and kicked him.

"etc……"

Just when the sole of his foot came into contact with the man's neck, the man stretched out his hand and made a surrender gesture.

Meng Fan sneered, turned around, and rushed towards the remaining four people. In a moment, all four people were lying on the ground, and they still had the same injury, all on their ankles.

However, just when Meng Fan was about to relax, he suddenly felt something strange happening behind him. He quickly hid aside and turned around, only to find Brother Jing sneaking up on him.

Meng Fan felt happy in his heart. He had wanted to fight this man for a long time, but he never had the time. He sneered and said, "Brother Jing, don't blame me."

Brother Jing ignored him and struck straight at Meng Fan's neck with his right fist. Meng Fan stepped back and then punched quickly, directly colliding with Brother Jing's fist.

"Click..."

"uh-huh!"

Brother Jing groaned and dropped his right arm. He looked at Meng Fan in surprise, but his finger was already broken.

Meng Fan strode over at this time, supported Brother Jing and asked, "How are you? Are you okay?!"

Brother Jing nodded and said in surprise: "Are you so skilled?"

Meng Fan smiled: "Otherwise? Would Wang Han be so jealous of me?!"

Brother Jing nodded vigorously again, holding his broken finger with one hand, and said: "You are so hard for people to see. You are so fair and pure, but you have such good skills. Yes, the third master saw you right."

Meng Fan could see that Brother Jing was a little excited, and he was speaking much faster than before, but Meng Fan smiled and did not speak.

Brother Jing took two steps forward, then glanced at the more than 20 people present, and asked: "Is there anyone who is dissatisfied?!"

The first man who was knocked down by Meng Fan just now walked over with a limp leg, bent down fiercely towards Meng Fan and said: "In this life, I, Ah Hai, have only submitted to one person, that is Third Master, Brother Lian Jing and I.

Even if you don’t look down on me, Brother Jing, don’t be angry, but today, brother, I, Ah Hai, really admire me. In less than three minutes, it will be given to the five of us, plus Brother Jing’s hand, and we agree with the third master’s words.

.”

As soon as this person finished speaking, more than 20 people behind him also responded one after another. Meng Fan looked at it but was shocked in his heart. The scene just now seemed to be a near miss, but Meng Fan knew that if he didn't have supernatural powers,
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