The corners of the mouse's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his fist, "Do you know what this is?" ”

"Fist!" Ma Ziming raised his head, with the momentum of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers.

"Well, wait a minute." Fu Biao stretched out his hand to stop, "This kid is a little interesting, much better than those few wretches." After speaking, Fu Biao pointed to a few thin men in the corner, and it was obvious that these were characters who couldn't kick a fart with three feet.

Ma Ziming completely ignored the people present, and directly lay on the bed, "Borrow the bed and lie down, buddy." ”

Fu Biao suddenly shouted: "Stand up." ”

Many prisoners in the cell were so frightened that they trembled all over, and Fu Biao was more responsible than the prison director in the cell, and asked Zhang San to clean the toilet, but Li Si didn't dare to help.

"Shame on the face." The rat has the face of a dead dog.

Ma Ziming on the bed was still motionless, as if he hadn't heard Fu Biao's words.

"Talk about you! Brat. The mouse pointed at Ma Ziming with his finger, looking like a fox and a tiger.

"Tom!" Ma Ziming jumped out of bed, "What's wrong, brother." ”

"Dare to go wild in Lao Tzu's territory!" The corners of Fu Biao's mouth twitched when he spoke.

None of the people around dared to speak, they all knew that Fu Biao was unhappy, the consequences were very serious, in this place, Fu Biao is the sky, Fu Biao is the earth, whoever dares to provoke him, it is estimated that he will not see the sun tomorrow.

"Tom!" The rat punched Ma Ziming on the left side of his face.

All eyes were focused on Ma Ziming, and Ma Ziming, who was punched, did not cry or make trouble, did not look for the prison guard, but smiled: "Use some strength, don't eat!" ”

"I'm a muddy horse." The rat squeezed his little eyes, and no one in this cell dared to question his fist, and this boy who didn't know whether to live or die actually thought that he had little strength, which made him very unhappy.

"Tom!" The fists collided together with a crisp sound, and Ma Ziming and the mouse came to a fist.

"Oh! Roar! The rat ghost screamed and withdrew his fist, and retreated.

The horizontal flesh on Fu Biao's face moved: "Kill him for me." "This place is the only one who dares to beat his dog, then Mourning Biao will dare to kill whom.

More than 20 prisoners in the cramped cell rushed towards Ma Ziming.

Ma Ziming stretched out his right leg and took two steps back, leaning against the corner of the wall, facing everyone in a 90-degree space, hiding his back and sides well.

"you." A big man whistled and shook his fist.

"Tom!" Ma Ziming kicked the big man away.

Between the lightning and flint, several big men who stepped forward were kicked away by Ma Ziming.

More than a dozen prisoners stared at Ma Ziming, none of them dared to step forward, they were originally a group of wastes who bullied the soft and feared the hard, and they had no combat effectiveness at all.

Ma Ziming stretched out his hand to make a gesture of seduction: "Come on!" ”

"Tom tom!" Several big men flew out one after another.

"Fuck me out." Fu Biao shouted and pushed everyone away, the reason why he was able to dominate this cell was because of his fist, what are you waiting for if you don't make a move at this moment.

"Yikes!" Fu Biao turned sideways, and a fist as big as a sandbag hit Ma Ziming.

"Bang!" Ma Ziming quickly stepped and grabbed Fu Biao's fist, and under the power of Fu Biao's fist, Ma Ziming didn't move at all.

Ma Ziming kicked under the armpit of Fu Biao.

"Ahh Fu Biao let out a low roar, and his fist instantly softened.

Ma Ziming retreated half a step, strode forward, turned sideways, and stepped out.

"Tom!" Fu Biao was kicked directly into the corner.

Ma Ziming sorted out his clothes and walked in front of Fu Biao: "Get up, continue to fight." ”

Fu Biao held his stomach with his left hand, and stood up trembling with his right hand.

Ma Ziming grabbed Wu Biao's left hand, quickly rotated his body, and threw Wu Biao, who had not yet stood firm, to the ground again with an over-the-shoulder fall.

"Tom!"

"Ahh Fu Biao clutched his stomach, and the sharp pain spread throughout his body.

"Ahh The rat screamed and rushed over.

Ma Ziming turned around and kicked the rat away.

In an instant, the entire cell rushed to a chill, who the hell is this kid! So awesome.

"Who else is not convinced!" Ma Ziming's sharp eyes swept over everyone.

"...

"Lao Tzu is not convinced." Fu Biao shouted and stood up, in fact, he had already struggled to stand up, but he couldn't swallow this breath.

Ma Ziming quickly kicked his legs, approaching Wu Biao's head.

Fu Biao closed his eyes tightly, knowing that he couldn't avoid this kick, but after waiting for a long time, this kick still didn't come.

Fu Biao slowly opened his eyes, only to see Ma Ziming's feet at a distance of one centimeter in front of him.

Fu Biao breathed a long sigh of relief, he finally understood, this new kid is either a martial arts master or a special soldier! At best, he is a big hooligan, and he really can't beat it.

"You have the final say in this place in the future." Fu Biao took a step back and respectfully clenched his fists.

"What to do, what to do!" The warden banged on the cell door with a baton.

"You come out." The prison guard pointed at Ma Ziming.

"Wow!" The cell door was opened, and Ma Ziming was handcuffed and taken to the interrogation room.

Hu Feipeng sat at the table, fiddling with a baton in his hand, staring at Ma Ziming with a wicked smile, like a great eunuch in the harem.

"Here, do it." Hu Feipeng shouted.

Ma Ziming is naturally not stupid, he was kicked off the stool as soon as he sat down last time, so he pretended to sit on the stool and supported the horse with his feet.

"Tom!" Sure enough, as Ma Ziming expected, the stool was kicked away by the little prison guard.

Hu Feipeng's eyes widened, he didn't expect this kid to have two hits.

Ma Ziming lifted Ma Bu and stood up: "What is the prison warden looking for me?" ”

Hu Feipeng lifted his legs to the table, "I asked you, what happened." ”

"Don't you know?" Ma Ziming raised his head and did not bow his head in front of Hu Feipeng.

"I'm telling you, I suspect you now of collusion, and you'd better get it from the truth." Hu Feipeng was smoking a low-quality cigarette, and the interrogation room was filled with smoke.

"You don't talk nonsense, you are a prison guard who dares to interrogate prisoners, believe it or not, I will sue you for exceeding your authority." Ma Ziming stared at Hu Feipeng with wide eyes.

Hu Feipeng was so frightened by Ma Ziming's words that he almost fell off the chair.

Several prison guards around hurriedly went over to help Hu Feipeng up.

"Hang him up for me." Hu Feipeng pointed at Ma Ziming with his finger.

Several prison guards immediately stepped forward, grabbed Ma Ziming with their backhands, and directly hung Ma Ziming up.

"Hit!" Hu Feipeng waved the baton in his hand.

The three officers rolled up their sleeves and were about to punch.

"Tom!" The police officer was bounced off by Ma Ziming's kick.

Ma Ziming kicked the other to the ground with a fatal scissor kick.

"Fuck off." Hu Feipeng didn't expect that Ma Ziming, a kid, would be so able to beat him when he was hanged, but no matter how he could fight, he couldn't escape the baton in his hand.

Hu Feipeng pressed the power of the baton, blue sparks exploded, and he poked the baton hard at Ma Ziming's thigh.

"Ahh Ma Ziming snorted.

The remaining police officers quickly picked up their batons and poked at Ma Ziming together.

"Ahh Ma Ziming convulsed all over, and the huge electric current made him faint instantly.