Chapter 1669 Liwei

I thought about it for a long time and felt that there should be two possibilities.

First, they still suspected me of being the leader of the [Thorn Dragon], but because of the lack of evidence, they released me and threw me into this trumpet, in order to let me show my flaws so that I could catch my evidence.

The second possibility is that they want to "get rid of" me.

Or, it was the Sun family who wanted to get rid of me, so they used their connections to throw me into the number, and then found outlaws to do it in it, after all, this kind of thing, although I don't know whether it's true or not, but it is often broadcast in movies and television.

I'm more inclined to the second possibility.

Because if it is really the first guess, then the police have a means of using "fishing law enforcement".

This kind of method is okay for a small fight, but after all, the Thorn Dragon is the number one assassin organization in the territory, and if they use this method, it is easy for people to catch the handle.

I feel that, from the standpoint of the police, this kind of thing should not be done, after all, it is too risky.

That's the second one?

Although Sun Haiyang and his father Sun Anguo are dead, the emaciated camels of the Sun family are bigger than horses, far more than Sun Haiyang and Sun Anguo.

And my identity, with the means of the Sun family, should be easy to trace, so it seems that it is not impossible for them to design me in the detention center.

Is it really the Sun family?

I thought to myself, looking around.

At this time, I have already cultivated the Netherworld Secret Technique, and after [Condensation], I already have a part of the "Netherworld Qi" in my body, and I can still sense the murderous anger or something.

When I looked closely, I couldn't help but laugh and cry: I found that most of the people in this factory shed seemed to have a kind of "hostility" towards me.

Obviously, because I was directly identified as a cell boss before, most people were dissatisfied.

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are fights.

Therefore, it is inevitable to fight openly and secretly.

For these things, I naturally disdain, anyway, there is currently a magic armor around to watch, if there is really any movement, the magic armor will remind me as soon as possible.

And I, after having a netherworld aura on my body, it shouldn't be a big problem to deal with a few ordinary people.

......

The time of the day passed quickly.

Eating at noon, eating in the afternoon, there is nothing to say.

In the evening, I was supposed to watch TV, it was the kind of row of seats, and a group of people sat in it to watch TV, but because everyone had a task in hand, few people watched TV, and each brought some clothes and took them back to the room to tear up.

My gut told me that tonight was going to be in trouble.

Because I was already the "cell boss" in the new room, I naturally could not live in the old room, but had to move to the new room.

The new room is room 107.

Inside, I said that I would change it, and there were no personal belongings, anyway, the bed and bedding were ready-made.

As I went, I noticed that the people in room 107 had already left before me.

Sure enough, when I entered the room, everyone in the room had already returned to their seats, each sitting on their own beds, and when I stepped in, their eyes fell on me.

I noticed that the black snake glanced at the side, and then a yellow hairman next to him closed the door and guarded the door.

And the other man, who looked a little strong and had a scar on his face, was sitting on the bed by the door, and then stood up and looked at me: "New here?"

Oh?

Obviously, he pretended not to know that I was the new cell boss of this room, and wanted to give me a "killing palm".

I pretended not to know and asked, "What rules?"

"Hey. The scarface laughed and pointed to the innermost: "The weather is not bad today, you can take a cold shower, remember, you must rub all the soap clean before you can come out." ”

I'm going to go!

This weather, whether it is cold or not, is only a few degrees at night, but if you take a cold shower, ordinary people are still a little unbearable.

Besides, I still need to rub a bar of soap, how long the hell does it take to wash it?

I estimate that it will take at least two or three hours, and I estimate that after washing, the frost will be almost frozen.

In this number, there are really a lot of "unspoken rules".

I glanced at Scarface in front of me and asked, "What if I don't?"

"If you don't take a bath, then pout your chrysanthemums in front of everyone and let Lao Tzu cool off. Scarface smiled, and his eyes swept around me twice obscenely: "Look at your fine skin and tender meat, the chrysanthemum should be tighter." ”

I:......!

This is your sister, and you'll actually meet a faggot!

I didn't bother to talk nonsense with this, and directly learned what I had encountered in the previous number, the skinny monkey dealt with the new move, raised his foot, flew up and kicked him in the face.

The scarred man was kicked out by me immediately, hitting the iron bed, and his head was bleeding.

But my kick, after all, was through a canvas rubber shoe, and it couldn't let the power of the netherworld force penetrate, so that man only suffered a skin injury.

"Damn, shameless, brothers, let's get on it together!" "The scarred faggot got up from the ground, roared, and jumped over.

Behind him, there were four or five other people who responded, all of whom looked extremely vicious.

My mind turned, and the power of the Netherworld worked in my palm, "Bang, bang, bang!bang!" Four times in a row, the four men were knocked out at the same time, and they fell on the iron bed.

This time, because I used the power of the Netherworld, the four people I knocked away, as soon as they landed, they suddenly trembled, their faces turned blue, their lips turned purple, and they could no longer get up like the previous man.

The power of the netherworld, to put it bluntly, is ghost power, although it does not have much attack effect on the human body, but what really works is the soul.

In other words, a slap can directly hit a person's soul.

Their souls are shaken, and their bodies are naturally affected.

Of course, if I want, I can even extinguish the fire in their souls.

In that case, they will die directly.

In this, of course, I couldn't kill them, so I didn't do anything ruthless.

After beating the four people out with four palms, my eyes fell on the man.

"Brother...... Brothers, come on!" the man saw that I was so good, and the previous posture of "ruthless characters" disappeared all of a sudden, and he cowered and hid back.

And at this time, everyone in these rooms really understood that the reason why I was assigned as a "cell leader" must not be a soft persimmon.

So no one dared to stand up.

I took a step forward and asked, "Who, who instructed you?"

The man's eyes were a little dodgy, and he glanced at the black snake slightly, not daring to speak.

(End of chapter)