I'm not the underworld

Chapter 705

"You... Shet! Where the hell did you find these things?" The policeman who escorted him asked with a bit of frantic anger.

"Is it important?" Chen Yifan looked up at the policeman and asked with a smile.

Seeing Chen Yifan's smile, the policeman couldn't help being startled, and suddenly recalled the prisoner in front of him, who alone bloodbathed the entire castle and killed noble ladies from all over the world.

Suddenly, I felt that this smile was a little scary.

Niubi prisoners do have some special treatment.

The policeman sat down in silence, and played backgammon with Chen Yifan...

When he came to the detention center, Chen Yifan was locked in a cell.

It wasn't a single cell. There were several tall white and black men in the cell, all of whom were imprisoned for fighting, picking quarrels, and other reasons.

Chen Yifan's figure was too slender compared to them, so he became the target of these big guys.

"Yellow boy, come here!"

A big black man with a shirtless body and strong chest muscles waved to Chen Yifan.

Chen Yifan's eyes darkened, and he heard that the prison package was very interesting, but he didn't expect it to be just a detention center, and it was not easy!

Chen Yifan walked over Shi Shiran, and the big black man raised his hand to pat Chen Yifan's head with evil intent in his eyes.

Chen Yifan backed away slightly, dodged easily, and raised his foot to step between the legs of the big black man sitting on the iron bed.

"Aw!" A hoarse cry resounded throughout the detention center.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention." Chen Yifan still smiled Shi Shiran, took out a can of Kuoluo and said, "Brother, do you want to drink ice Kuoluo?"

"Go to hell!" The big black man was easily irritated and punched Chen Yifan.

There were still a few people standing and watching the show, but the arms that were holding their arms just now were hanging down, and their expressions changed from casual to serious and nervous.

Chen Yifan still took a step back, raised his leg and kicked, and kicked the big black man's wrist with his toe.

"Aw..." There was another pig-killing scream, and the big black man fell to the ground with his wrists in his arms, rolling in pain.

The few people watching the play took a step back, with shocked faces, and exclaimed: "Huaxia Kung Fu..."

For them, seeing such a yellow man who was obviously not as strong as them easily knocked down the strongest man among them could only be attributed to the magical "Chinese Kung Fu".

After all, although they are strong, they are just ordinary people with limited knowledge.

Sure enough, Chinese people know Chinese Kung Fu!

"If you don't drink, don't drink, why beat someone?"

Chen Yifan opened the Kuo Luo that he had just handed over, took a sip, and shook his head.

"you!"

"Ok?"

"What did your brother do to get in here?"

Someone nearby pointed at Chen Yifan and shouted. When Chen Yifan saw it, he became obedient in an instant, and asked cautiously.

"kill!"

"Murder? You are talking nonsense, how could the murderer be locked up here?"

Among the onlookers nearby, someone said as if to expose.

Chen Yifan gave him a meaningful look: "Someone will pick me up soon."

These words made the hearts of several people tremble, and they realized that the yellow man in front of them was not that simple.

"Did you really kill someone?"

"Who did you kill?"

Several people looked at each other and asked cautiously.

Chen Yifan kicked away the big black man who was still screaming on the ground, sat on the bed, and continued to drink Kuoluo.

"Some women."

"Some? You killed some people?"

Hearing this, several inmates were startled, and some cold sweat broke out behind their backs.

"Hey! There are only five, six, seven or eighty." Chen Yifan laughed.

All the cellmates were silent, and looked at the big black man on the ground with some pity.

"I'll sleep for a while, and someone will call me later." Seeing that he had obtained the "big brother status" in the same prison, Chen Yifan glanced at them and said, turning over and lying down on the bed.

Several people looked at each other and stood in their original posture for a long time without daring to move.

Afterwards, they stayed away from Chen Yifan and talked to each other in low voices.

The big black man who was pushed up by Chen Yifan before finally stopped the pain, stumbled and stood up, looked fiercely at Chen Yifan who seemed to be asleep on the bed, and raised his hand to cover Chen Yifan's mouth and nose.

"Bang!" Chen Yifan turned over and directly kicked the big black man to the wall, a large amount of blood stained the wall, and the big black man collapsed limply, staring at his eyes, but he was already out of breath.

Outside the iron gate, the patrolling police officers turned a blind eye.

The few inmates who were still talking about Chen Yifan stood up like frightened birds, and moved away from Chen Yifan.

This is the real ruthless person!
Chen Yifan fell asleep on his own, he could ignore the offense of ordinary people, but he couldn't if he wanted to take his life.

Whoever wants to take his life, he will take his life, regardless of whether he is a mortal, a monster, or a god.

The entire prison became silent, so quiet that the breathing of several other big men could be heard.

Perhaps it was because of this that they held their breath and lowered their voices, for fear that they would disturb Chen Yifan and make him angry.

Even so, after 2 minutes, Chen Yifan sat up from the bed, startling the inmates.

Chen Yifan ignored them and looked towards the door.

A black figure wearing a black robe with his head under the hood floated over, carrying a huge sickle on his shoulder.

This is the god of death?
The god of death in the West is actually equivalent to the ghosts of the underworld, the kind of black and white impermanence.

But rare things are more expensive!
As a mortal, Chen Yifan has seen a lot of images of Death in the movies and TV series he watched, and it's quite interesting.

Now that I have come across a real one, of course it is... I will take it back and make a specimen!

"Are you still working on weekends? Hard work!" Chen Yifan got up, and under the trembling eyes of his inmates, he walked towards the god of death who had just walked in, and stretched out his hand.

"..." Reaper looked up in surprise, staring at this guy who could see him, and was stunned for two seconds.

Then, he grabbed the sickle on his shoulder and swung it at Chen Yifan vigorously.

There is only one kind of person who can see him, the damned.

Chen Yifan narrowed his eyes, why is this western god of death so rude?

It's not at all the same as the god of death he saw on TV. Sure enough, TV shows are all lies.

"This is very interesting. It's the first time I've seen such a big scythe. Let me play with it." Chen Yifan grabbed Death's scythe and dragged it over.

The god of death looked at Chen Yifan in astonishment, and then looked down at his empty hands.

"Ah!" In the cell, the strong men had already seen the huge scythe suddenly appearing in Chen Yifan's hand, and screamed like little women in fright.

It's so fucking horrible, they're never fighting again, never coming to this shitty place again.

Nima, who are the people in this test?They are not eligible to commit crimes.

(End of this chapter)