The eyes of everyone in the detention room were focused on Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang glanced at the dozen or so people inside, and saw that they all had indifferent expressions on their faces, and felt a little weird, so he found a place to squat down.

Scarface gave the mustache a look.

The mustache came to Zhao Qiang knowingly, and said in a very unfriendly tone:

"Hey, you're new here, aren't you?"

"Didn't you see that I was just invited in by two guards" Zhao Qiang glanced up and down at the mustache, feeling that this guy was not a good person, knowing that he was deliberately here to find fault, he squinted at him, and said coldly: "Nonsense, I didn't just come, do you still treat this place as your own home like you"

As the deputy captain of the traffic police brigade, he usually doesn't take such a role in his eyes at all, let alone talk nonsense with him.

"Since you are a newcomer, you should have a new consciousness. The mustache snorted.

"What kind of enlightenment" Zhao Qiang looked at him playfully.

The mustache pointed at Scarface, who was sitting on the spot and watching coldly, and said, "This is our boss here, you should go and bow down to him and let him cover you." ”

Zhao Qiang looked in the direction of the mustache's finger and saw a scar-faced man sitting among a dozen strong men, looking at him triumphantly.

"You said it was him" After Zhao Qiang was sent to the detention center by Wang Dabao and others, he was angry and hateful in his heart, and he was holding back his anger, and he really didn't put the scarred face in his eyes, and said disdainfully: "I have hands and feet, why do you want him to cover it"

"Damn," Scarface was originally a short-tempered guy, as soon as he heard Zhao Qiang's words, he immediately became angry, immediately stood up, and the handsome people surrounded him, stood in front of Zhao Qiang, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, you have such a big breath, are you quite dragging"

Zhao Qiang was not afraid, stood up, and said to Scarface with a smile:

"It's okay, so-so."

Scarface sneered, "So, you don't understand the rules here at all."

"Why do I have to understand your bullshit rules" Zhao Qiang raised his eyebrows, his smile still bright.

Zhao Qiang's trick was completely learned from Haotian, in fashionable words, it is called pretending to be cool and pretending to be b, no matter how many people on the other side, how fierce the momentum is, first of all, we must overwhelm the other party from the momentum and deter the other party psychologically.

Without a steel drill, how to do porcelain work Zhao Qiang has practiced martial arts, are you still afraid that this group of ruffians who do all kinds of evil outside will not succeed

Scarface was a little surprised to see that Zhao Qiang was calm and unafraid in front of so many people, but he remembered the words brought by the eighth master, saying that he was from a special forces, and then he began to pay attention to him.

"So, we can't talk about it," Scarface struggled to suppress the anger in his heart.

"I don't know you, and we don't have much friendship between us, why do you want to talk to you, what are you talking about" Zhao Qiang immediately restrained his smile and said: "Don't think that if you are too powerful, I will be afraid of you, tell you, in my Zhao Qiang's words, I am not afraid of words"

"Since you don't know how to write the word for fear, then I'll teach you how to write the word for death" Scarface's face changed greatly, and he shouted to the group of outlaws around him: "Brothers, come with me and kill this arrogant boy who doesn't know how to live or die."

After everyone got the order, they threw their fists at Zhao Qiang, and Zhao Qiang raised his foot to kick a strong man who rushed to the front over, and quickly dodged and punched to meet him.

While his body kept moving and dodging, one by one strong guys were put down by him, and with the sound of broken bones and screams, seven or eight strong men were already injured and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground.

These people were either broken by him, or their ribs were broken by him, and some of them even had their lives kicked by him, directly depriving them of the right to enjoy a happy life and the responsibility of passing on the ancestry.

However, then again, among these people, most of them are guilty of felonies, some will be sentenced to life and death, and those who are lucky will probably spend the rest of their lives in prison, and it is useless to keep that thing.

It would be a good thing for Zhao Qiang to help them get rid of that thing, lest they jerk off or draw maps in prison. Waste expressions.

Seeing his accomplices being knocked over by Zhao Qiang one by one, falling to the ground and screaming, Scarface was shocked, and his mustache was also like ashes.

And the black-faced man who always sat in a corner like a big Buddha, made a look of nothing to do with himself, and didn't listen to what was going on outside the window, saw the fight scene in front of him, and showed a subtle smile on his face.

Scarface reached into his pocket, gradually approaching Zhao Qiang, who was fighting with his companions, and glanced at the stupid mustache standing on the side.

The mustache came to his senses and shouted, "Brothers, the guards are coming, stop it"

The crowd immediately stopped fighting.

Zhao Qiang was stunned for a moment, and instinctively looked towards the door of the room, and between the lightning and flint, a sharp dagger stabbed at his heart with a strong wind.

Zhao Qiang felt a golden light flicker in front of him, and instinctively moved his body, but he still took a step slower, and the dagger pierced deeply into his right shoulder blade.

"Damn, these guys are actually playing yin with me," Zhao Qiang scolded in his heart.

A burst of pain struck, and the distorted face of Scarface and the arm holding the hilt of a knife appeared in front of him.

Zhao Qiang stretched out his left hand, grabbed Scarface's wrist, and twisted it hard, Scarface suddenly felt that his arm was numb, his wrist was dislocated, and he instinctively let go of his hand.

Zhao Qiang grabbed the dagger and was about to pull it out of his right shoulder blade, when the mustache immediately pounced on him and hugged his arm.

"What are you doing there, get on," Scarface yelled.

The few guys who were not knocked over by Zhao Qiang reacted and rushed towards him together, pressing him to the ground together.

"You dare to move me, it's just a shame, go die" Scarface shouted angrily, raised his foot and stepped on Zhao Qiang's head.

Scarface is holding back the pain in his wrist, with full of anger, focusing all his strength on his feet, if this powerful hoof steps on Zhao Qiang's head, it may be directly stepped on, making Zhao Qiang die.

Zhao Qiang instinctively turned his head away, and dodged the fatal blow of Scarface, Scarface saw that he stepped on the air, his heart was furious, and he raised his foot again and kicked Zhao Qiang's face.

This time, Zhao Qiang was not so lucky.

Scarface's foot kicked heavily on Zhao Qiang's cheeks, although the force of the kick was significantly less than the force of stepping on it, it still made Zhao Qiang feel a sharp pain.

"It's over, I will definitely die in the hands of these people today" Zhao Qiang's head was stunned, and he suddenly felt that his eyes were full of gold stars, and he felt dizzy.

Scarface pulled the dagger out of Zhao Qiang's body, wiped the blood stains on Zhao Qiang's body, put it back in his pocket, and shouted at everyone:

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