Chapter Seventy-Eight: Conflict

When she was preparing to be busy, Zhao Heng, who was searched for a clean body, was thrown into a collective cell where twenty people lived, originally according to Zhao Siqing's meaning, it was to let Zhao Heng live in a single room to kill the sharp spirit, but in the end, the ghost sent the god to be sent to the collective cell, Zhao Heng saw this, and confirmed that there was a ghost behind this matter.

"Bang dang!"

The iron door was slammed shut by the prison guards, Zhao Heng clearly felt a fierce light shining in the dark, as if he had been thrown into a wolf's den, the due anger of the prison gradually surrounded, and the footsteps were also intensive, obviously the prisoners in the cell had seen their new companions enter, and they all got up to welcome.

"Playing with this bloody knife to kill people again?"

Zhao Heng sneered: "That's all the Qing Gang has to offer? ”

So far, he has figured out some things in his heart, although the Qing Gang is forced by Du Tianxiong's pressure and does not dare to face himself openly, but he will not forget to stab himself silently in secret, the children of the Qing Gang do not need to make a move, as long as they guide the unsuspecting prisoners to besiege him, Zhang Xiaolin can let out a bad breath to some extent.

And this matter should be inseparable from the Ding family.

I'm afraid I'm going to sleep here tonight, no matter how capable Master Ye is, he also needs time to fight, coupled with the secret obstruction of the Qing Gang, unless Du Tianxiong comes forward directly, otherwise I'm afraid that I will only be able to go out tomorrow, of course, the fat man can also call for help, but it's a bit of a pity to use hole cards for this matter.

The light was turned up, and the cell was a little brighter, Zhao Heng looked around and found that this was a large cell, and there were more than twenty prisoners living in it, and everyone looked at themselves curiously at this moment, Zhao Heng ignored them, but his eyes fell on a young man in the corner, and he could smell the breath of the other party.

It was the breath of the strong Taoguang and the remnants of the obscurity.

The young man who was closing his eyes gave Zhao Heng's first impression was that although this person was not weak, he still felt like a scholar, maybe it should be said that the young man was originally a scholar, although he may have killed many people in prison, but it still did not change his scholarly atmosphere.

Zhao Heng gritted his teeth slightly: I didn't expect to meet a master in prison, and I saw that the other party's cultivation was not low! But he didn't make much move, as long as the other party didn't provoke him for no reason, he didn't need to find fault, thinking of this, he put the cup and basin on the stool, and slapped the straw mat on the bed.

"Bang Bang".

The cup that had just been placed on the stool was kicked out.

Zhao Heng, who had been mentally prepared, was not surprised by the law of the jungle cell, he twisted his neck and looked back, a guy with a board inch and a height of half a head taller than himself was standing there, holding his hands very proudly in front of his chest, looking at Zhao Heng with a cruel smile: "New here, what is your name?" ”

"Zhao Heng!"

Zhao Heng replied honestly.

"Zhao Heng?"

The tall man bared his teeth noncommittally, in his eyes, Zhao Heng was a rookie, about to become a tool for them to have fun, so he stepped forward and stepped on Zhao Heng's bed, and then pointed his hand directly at his chest and shouted: "Do you understand the rules, can you put things on this stool casually?" ”

"With our boss's consent?"

Zhao Heng was still calm: "May I ask who is the boss?" ”

The tall man lifted his finger back and pointed at a chubby guy: "This is the boss." ”

Zhao Heng looked at his fingers, the latter was sitting on the bed, staring at himself with a pair of bull's eyes, and before Zhao Heng could say anything, the man said coldly: "This kid doesn't understand the rules, he doesn't worship the mountain and doesn't respect the mountain when he comes in, we must teach him a little rule, come here, bring that basin of foot washing water." ”

"Yes!"

Under the command of the fat man, the two quickly brought a basin of foot-washing water, and the tall man took a step forward and sneered: "Boy, our boss has spoken, you don't meet his eyes, you can drink this foot-washing water tonight, and everyone will sleep happily; If you don't drink it, then we'll be strong. ”

"I'll feed you myself."

Zhao Heng opened his mouth lightly, pointing to the cup on the ground: "Pick up my cup,"

"! This kid really doesn't get the hang of it. ”

The tall man snorted at Zhao Heng's bed, and then stepped back and forth a few times with his foot, making the whole straw mat dirty and black, and at the same time, the two prisoners rolled up their sleeves to catch Zhao Heng, at this moment, Zhao Heng's eyes were raised, and a cold light flashed from his eyes, he and Lu Meng have never been the ones who suffered.

How can you be willing to accept the bird's anger?

Instead of retreating, Zhao Heng reached out and grabbed the prisoner rushing over on the left, took advantage of the situation, and slammed it on the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall, and then pushed down with one leg, and his knee sank into the lower abdomen of the prisoner on the right, and the two instantly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground unable to struggle to get up.

"Boss?"

Zhao Heng twisted his neck and shouted, "I'll let you see who the boss is tonight." ”

Without waiting for the fat boss to give the order, Zhao Heng had already pounced, and the tall man with a solemn face was busy posing in a loose shape, but before he could stand firmly, he was knocked over by Zhao Heng's kick, and spun in place three times, in the process of staring in his eyes, he vaguely saw that the rest of his companions were knocked down by Zhao Heng's punch after punch.

More than 20 prisoners, six of them followed the fat boss, Zhao Heng knocked them to the ground one by one, and the rest of the prisoners who were originally watching the play were shocked when they saw this, and hurriedly hid against the wall so as not to hurt themselves, and after Zhao Heng knocked these little minions down, he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the fat boss, who was opening his mouth wide at the moment:

"Don't come here, you move me, I'm going to be angry!"

The cigarette in his hand had already slipped silently, and before he could react, Zhao Heng lifted his back collar, and stuffed his head into the footbath like a green onion, and the water splashed suddenly, and the fat boss drank three sips in a row when he couldn't breathe, and wanted to spit it out but was hit on the back by Zhao Heng, and the sewage flowed back into his stomach.

"Boss? And the boss? ”

The corners of Zhao Heng's mouth hooked up a cold and murderous aura, and he poured a basin of foot-washing water into the fat man's stomach, the latter drank so much that he screamed, and he no longer had the demeanor of the boss just now, Zhao Heng didn't stop there, and slapped him four times, with a look of disdain: "I'll just see, how angry your boss is!" ”

The fat boss looked sad and angry, how sad and sad he was.

That night, in the cell where Zhao Heng was, there was a ghost crying wolf howl, but the prison guard on duty did not make any moves, and his face showed a sneering smile like a successful conspiracy.

When Zhao Heng threw the fat man and them on the ground, he suddenly smelled a faint but real anger, Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed, and he instantly leaned against the wall and looked at the source of danger, only to see that in the corner he looked at just now, the young man with a very pale face was slowly opening his eyes, opening his eyes in the dark.

Master, absolute master! Zhao Heng made a judgment again!

Those eyes stared at Zhao Heng coldly, the eyes of the young man were very bright, it was said that the eyes of the wolf who often hunted under the cover of night were very bright, but these eyes were brighter than the eyes of the wolf, they were not human eyes at all, but should belong to the eyes of the most ferocious beast that was best at hunting prey in the dark.

The eyes meet and pass each other's appreciation.

The young man withdrew his gaze with interest, and then slowly closed his eyes, but he closed his eyes again and wanted to recuperate, but he didn't know what was going on, this time he couldn't close his eyes and recuperate with peace of mind, and his heart was like a spiritual realm of stopping water, because he was completely disturbed by the glance just now.

I can't imagine that there is such a person in the world, that look is like the moment when the peerless famous knife is withdrawn from the sheath, and the sword light that bursts out of the sky, at this moment the young man's spiritual realm has been completely filled with that sword light, both excited and shocking, he calmed down several times but his mood fluctuated, and his mind could no longer be at peace.

The young man took a deep breath: Where is this guy sacred?