"Don't dwell on it, let me in."

Ye Feng was scolded and scolded by a tall male policeman and pushed into a small room.

It's really small, it looks like it's less than twenty square meters, but there are several double-layer iron frame beds, and there are more than a dozen people sitting or standing, looking at Ye Feng who came in, like a cat looking at a mouse.

The sitting was basically an obvious Russian man, very athletic, with bare skin covered with dark cyan tattoos, some even on the face, looking extremely vicious.

As for those who were standing, they were visibly much thinner, and a few of them were now in the corners, with cowering on their faces, and at a glance they knew that they were the bullies in the cell.

"Be honest, an old man will tell you the rules here."

The policeman shouted.

With that, he closed the iron door and turned to leave.

In the closed cell, there were only a dozen people left. Ye Feng's eyes flashed, and he knew the situation in the prison cell.

The boss of the cell was clearly the man who sat in the iron bed in the middle of the right, with a full beard and not very tall, at least among the people in the cell, at most moderate.

But his body was too strong, his neck was as thick as his head, and his arm muscles exploded, and he was as thick as a normal person's waist. As for the thighs, they are even stronger.

There were a few others who were strong, but they were far less thrilling than this one.

It's a humanoid Tyrannosaurus rex, full of explosive power.

"Hey, what nationality are you? Hwakook, or Goryeo, Dongying? ”

A tall man next to him laughed.

A pair of ill-intentioned eyes roamed over Ye Feng's body.

"Hehe, Chinese."

Ye Feng said with a smile.

He naturally knows that the darkness in the cell is completely the law of the jungle, whether it is domestic or foreign, there is no difference.

There is no strength. When you enter the cell, you are a sheep and you are in the wolves, and there will never be a good life.

"Huaguo, haha, it's another Huaguo yellow monkey, a little monkey. I haven't come out to meet your kind yet. ”

The man burst into a wild laugh, then shouted at a skinny yellow man standing in the corner.

This is the only yellow person in the cell, oh, now with Ye Feng, there are two.

The man shuddered, and hurriedly walked out with a cower.

Yes!

He fell to the ground, and someone had just kicked him.

The man made a painful sound, and the horror on his face grew stronger, but the others let out unbridled ridicule. It seems that they take pleasure in it.

"Little monkey, crawl over here, set an example for your kind, how can you polish my shoes?"

The Russian man had one foot outstretched and a pair of leather shoes on his face, which were fairly clean, but the exposed calves were covered with dense hair.

The others all looked at Ye Feng playfully, as if they wanted to see Ye Feng's face show horror. In that case, it will be able to satisfy their perverted psychology.

However, Ye Feng had nothing on his face. It's calm.

The man actually crawled over, trembling. To Ye Feng's surprise, this person actually stuck out his tongue to lick his shoes.

Ye Feng's brows furrowed suddenly, he walked over and said, "Stand up." ”

Ye Feng moved, and suddenly two big men stood up.

That person didn't seem to hear Ye Feng's transformation. Still licking, Ye Feng sighed in his heart, knowing that this person was afraid that he would be insulted and bullied in this cell, and he had completely lost his courage.

It's no wonder that there is only one Chinese. The others are all Russians, the gap between strength and weakness is too big, no matter how bloody people are, unless they have strong strength, otherwise, the more they resist, the more miserable the end will be, this is a foreign country, and no one will cry out for you when you die.

Ye Feng can understand this person's choice, but he can't tolerate such a thing happening in front of him, not to mention that he is still a person from a country, even if it is not a country, Ye Fengye will definitely not tolerate it.

That's the kind of person who bullies the weak, which he can't look down on the most.

Ye Feng looked at the two Russians who came over to stop him, grabbed them with both hands, and suddenly the two of them fell directly to the ground, unable to get up at all, as if their legs and hands had lost their strength.

Ye Feng had already walked up to the man and grabbed him with one hand.

The others were stunned.

None of them saw clearly how Ye Feng knocked down the two big men.

Suddenly, a few more people stood up and attacked Ye Feng, but Ye Feng held people in one hand, and with a wave of his hand, all those people fell to their knees on the ground.

This astonishing scene only startled everyone else.

They immediately understood that they had encountered hard stubble.

"Chinese Kung Fu?"

For the first time, the boss of the cell looked at Ye Feng with an attentive look, and then spoke, revealing a mouthful of teeth, which was extremely hideous, he twisted his neck, and suddenly his bones exploded.

"I once killed a Chinese man who knew Chinese kung fu, and he was very fast, but his strength was a little worse, and he broke his neck with a punch."

The boss of the cell stood up and shouted, although his height was average, only one meter seven, and he was a head shorter than Ye Feng, but his figure had a very strong sense of oppression.

It's about the size of a square, it's too strong.

"Really?"

Ye Feng smiled.

He knew that this person's strength was very strong, and if it was a martial artist who had not reached Ming Jin, when he encountered this person, his strength would be deviated, and it was estimated that he would not be able to cause any damage.

But the Ming Jin martial artist is different, even if the strength is not strong, but it can also concentrate all the power and burst out of terrible damage, ordinary people can only exert their own strength of three or five percent, then the average martial artist can reach seven or eight percent, or even higher, as for the Ming Jin martial artist, he may get more than ten percent, because the Ming Jin martial artist can concentrate the power of all parts of the body.

As for the dark power martial artist, it is even more terrifying, while perfectly using the power of the body, he can also use the dark energy, which is equivalent to the superposition of the two powers.

"Die."

Seeing Ye Feng's contemptuous look, this big man suddenly roared as if he had been detonated with a powder keg, and his huge fist smashed into Ye Feng.

There was a sonic boom.

Obviously, this man has too much strength and speed, so he can trigger a sonic boom, otherwise, unless he is a Ming Jin martial artist, he can play a sonic boom.

This terrible punch immediately made everyone else in the cell look in awe, and no one could catch this punch.

They almost saw the miserable end of Ye Feng being smashed to the ground with a punch.

Suddenly, Ye Feng suddenly reached out and grabbed Dahan's fist directly, and the sonic boom stopped abruptly.

The Russian man felt as if he had been grabbed by a claw of steel, and he couldn't move at all.

Hum!

Ye Feng snorted lightly, shook his hand, and shook it, and suddenly the Russian man was like a toy, and he directly overturned and fell to the ground.

This astonishing scene stunned everyone present.

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