Just like Liu Qing smiled before, and then suddenly pulled out his gun and gave Lin Feng a shot, Lin Feng's punch ......

There is also a smile on his face, but his movements are extremely fast and clean.

Immediately, the man snorted, and was directly punched by Lin Feng more than five meters away, and fell heavily on the opposite wall, and before he could slide to the ground, blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Damn, you're going to be disgusting. ”

After retching, Lin Feng walked forward with a smile.

The man sensed a heavy danger, and subconsciously waved his hand and called the 'women' in the room to do it.

Immediately, more than a dozen furry fists smashed towards Lin Feng.

It's just that everyone's fists smashed into the air, and Lin Feng disappeared.

At the same time, the man only felt that his throat was tight, and a palm that was not thick, but extremely powerful, was already tightly choking his throat, and the surging power on it seemed that his neck could be easily twisted at any time.

This palm is naturally Lin Feng's.

And as if in order to prove it to him, Lin Feng's other hand gently held a steel bedpost on the upper and lower beds next to him, and smiled slightly, his expression was very friendly.

The next moment, his eyes widened, and he felt that something extremely unbelievable had happened.

I saw that Lin Feng's somewhat delicate hand was gently closed, and his knuckles were slightly forced, and the steel bedpost was 'rattling', and it was actually miserably 'pinched' by Lin Feng and turned into a twist.

"Holy!"

"Nima!"

"Magic?!"

Looking at this scene, the 'women' in the room showed shocked expressions on their faces.

At the same time, looking at Lin Feng who was choking his throat with great fear, the man subconsciously struggled, and after making sure that his throat was far inferior to the steel bedpost, he forced out a sentence with a flushed face.

"Brother, if you have something to say!"

"I've been talking about ......," Lin Feng smiled slightly, and said casually, "Lao Tzu has made his attitude clear from the beginning, you don't fucking believe in evil." ”

Sins, sins, the Buddha forgave me for being full of swearing.

If you don't scold a few words now, Lin Feng can't spit out the disgusting emotions in his heart.

It's just that......

As Lin Feng said, the people who are mixed in the road and stay in prison always do not believe in evil.

At this time, one of the subordinates of the man saw Lin Feng talking casually, sneered and pretended to be forced, secretly looking at the space, and somewhere he found a machete modified from a steel plate, and slashed it at Lin Feng's head.

Lin Feng smiled slightly when the sword light was about to arrive, and then easily held the blade in his hand in mid-air with one palm.

Not to block, not to hide, but to hold the whistling machete like holding a lover's hand.

At this moment, everyone in the room was really dumbfounded, and more than a dozen pairs of pupils shrank together, and the whole eyeball was occupied by panic.

The man was even more unbearable, thinking of his fragile throat, still under the control of this Lin Feng, he was even more frightened and almost urinated, and said tremblingly after a long time.

"Hard Qigong?!"

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows, thinking that this name was good for him, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, I know the goods." ”

After saying this, Lin Feng moved.

Because he's already seen that these guys are fucking underwhelmed, and they won't be convinced if they don't beat them so hard that they get scared and their legs go weak when they see them.

So, in just three seconds, all the 'women' in the room were thrown to the ground by Lin Feng, curled up on the ground one by one, breathing heavily, blood oozing from their lips, looking at Lin Feng like a monster, they couldn't even get up, let alone shoot again.

"Damn, go get a basin of water for Lao Tzu, your hands are fucking dirty. ”

With a long breath, Lin Feng kicked the in the stomach.

Immediately, the man bowed into a bow shape, lying on the ground with his stomach covered and moaning continuously, with a painful expression on his face.

This kid was the one who made Lin Feng the most disgusting, and naturally he was also the one who was beaten the most by Lin Feng.

Originally, he could be the boss in this, and he also relied on his fists, although he was a, he also had a bit of courage in his stomach.

However, now this bit of courage is no match for this gap in strength with Lin Feng, so as long as he gritted his teeth, he got up with a smile on his face, pulled a red plastic basin from under the bed, scalded it with boiling water and disinfected it, and then put a basin of cold water in front of Lin Feng.

Lin Feng nodded with a little satisfaction, washed the blood stains on his hands, and asked, "Where's the towel?"

When the man heard this, he quickly pulled a towel from the hanger not far away and handed it over, trying to squeeze out a smile and spoke.

"Brother, no, no, no, brother, this is the towel I use to wash my face, you will use the ......", before the sentence was finished, the faggot man saw the disgusted expression on Lin Feng's face, quickly leaned down, twisted his big buttocks, took a new towel from the small box under the bed and handed it over.

Lin Feng wiped his hands, put the towel on the big bed, and then sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, thinking that what the old man said before was really good......

Inside the barrel of the gun comes out of the regime.

Sometimes, since a smiley face is useless, use your fists.

It's like pretending to be forced, laughing and pretending to be forced + pretending to be fists, 360 degrees without dead angles mixed pretending to be forced, which is the fucking king.

At this time, the 'women' in the room also trembled and got up, one by one they couldn't close their legs, looking like they had picked up hundreds of guests in a row in just a short period of time, and their eyes were full of fear when they looked at Lin Feng.

"How many meals a day is here, and what time do the lights go out at night?"

Looking at this scene with great satisfaction, Lin Feng smiled and spoke.

"One meal in the morning, one meal at noon, and none in the evening. Rounds at eight o'clock in the evening, lights out at eight o'clock, and rounds at half past six the next morning. ”

The man hurriedly spoke, because he saw Lin Feng pick up the machete with his hand.

"Okay, got it......", Lin Feng nodded, with a smile on his face, and then flicked his two fingers lightly.

Immediately, there was a sound of breaking the wind, and everyone in the room watched in amazement, and the machete in Lin Feng's hand was deeply hit into the ground by the force of a finger, and it sank into the handle, as if the ground was made of tender tofu.

"After the night rounds, Lao Tzu has something to go out to do, you flowers and plants, weigh yourself in your heart. ”

After saying this, Lin Feng leaned on the side of the bed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

As he said, if he wants to go out to do something at night, he naturally has to recuperate his spirit first.