Wu Family Sword Spirit

Chapter 600 Rules
It's not the first time I've entered this kind of place. The last time I was framed by Luo Xiang, I went there once too.

So I know the rules here, whoever has the biggest fist is the boss.

I didn't want to cause trouble, but someone would definitely provoke me soon. Facing these seven or eight people, I decided to strike first and not give them a chance to bully me.I walked directly towards the bed closest to the door. Sitting on the bed was a burly man with a sinewy face and a large tattoo on his neck. He looked very fierce. He was looking at me sideways.

"Get up! This is my place." I walked up to the big man and said in a pretentious manner.

The tattooed man sneered and glanced at me up and down. At this time, I could clearly see that there was no restraint on this kid. Instead, my hands and feet were restrained.

"Brother, what did you do to get in here?" The tattooed man sat carelessly on the edge of the bed, holding his feet and looking at me sideways.

I was puzzled as to why all the cell leaders had the same moral character and liked to pick their feet.

"Look at my outfit, can't you tell? Ordinary prisoners can have this kind of equipment. Stop talking nonsense and get out of here. Don't make me angry..." I threatened again.

In other words, not only the prison tyrant laughed, but the rest of the prisoners laughed too.

One of the prisoners laughed so hard that tears came out. He mocked: "I said you are such a fool. This is the first time I have seen you like this. As soon as you came in, you made trouble for our boss, not to mention that you were wearing all the clothes." , even if you don’t bring it, our brothers will still deal with you, and they will rebel against you. Kneel down and kowtow to the boss and beg for mercy. Maybe I will be gentler after a while..."

Immediately afterwards, another prisoner said: "You know, you kid, why are serious criminals like you not detained in a special place where serious criminals are held, but sent to us?"

It seemed that my outfit did not frighten them, but instead became a source of ridicule for them. However, this person's question aroused my interest, and I immediately looked at him and said, "Why?"

"This is the rule of our Shanqing City. Suspects like you who have committed serious crimes usually have thorns in the head and are difficult to clean up, so they are sent to us to relax your muscles and bones first. When I lost my energy, I talked about everything. It seems like you didn’t come from Shanqing City. You really don’t understand the rules..." the man said with a smile.

Okay, it seems that I really don’t understand the rules here, but whoever has the strongest fist is the rule. I still understand this truth.

The prisoners laughed and cursed again, and I couldn't help but frown.

The prison bully sneered at me, then stretched out his smelly feet in front of me, and said with a smile: "Since you are a foreigner, I won't make it difficult for you, my athlete's foot is very itchy. If you don't give me a lick, I'll let you go today, what do you think?"

Those stinky feet were really not ordinary stinky, it irritated the eyes, and the stench was astounding to the nostrils, but how could I give in when someone had bullied me to this extent? I immediately wrapped my handcuffed hands around the person’s ankles. , directly pulled him off the bed, and he fell hard to the ground.

These prisoners probably didn't expect me to strike first. They all jumped out of bed and swarmed towards me.

I took two steps back and put my hands together into a big fist, which would be more powerful.

Although my hands and feet are inconvenient, fortunately, my reaction speed is many times that of these people. When the next person rushed towards me, all my hands fell on his lower abdomen. The kid who was hit directly let out a groan, and his body collapsed. He flew out and spit it out on the spot, spraying the filth all over the floor.

The remaining people were immediately knocked to the ground by the man's body, but there were still two or three people rushing towards me.

The iron shackles under my feet are only about half a meter, and the moving steps are not big. I can move my legs quickly, but this time I shot with great force. I used some spiritual power in my hands. Anyone who is hit by me A person will never get up again, at least within half an hour.

Just these ordinary people, I can easily take care of them even with one hand.

So, after 3 minutes, except for the cell leader who fell to the ground, the rest of the people were all lying on the ground, howling.

Even though there was such a big commotion, there was no reaction from outside. It seemed that these prisoners were telling the truth, and they just wanted them to teach me a lesson and kill my spirit.

When everyone was knocked to the ground, the prison head with the tattoo on his neck stood up. I saw him suddenly take out a sharpened toothbrush from under the pillow, and without saying a word, he Rushed towards me.

This guy was a bit ruthless, and the toothbrush head pierced my chest directly. I took two steps back again, saw the right moment, grabbed the tattooed man's wrist, and then slammed it. After exerting force, there was a "click" sound. The tattooed man groaned, his face changed drastically, and the toothbrush in his hand fell to the ground. Immediately, I pinched his neck with one hand, coldly He said: "Boy, are you convinced?"

The tattooed man stared at me but said nothing, his eyes full of resentment.

How could I be polite to him? I tightened my hand and strangled his neck tightly. The tattooed man's face immediately turned red and veins popped out on his face.

"I won't be able to get out alive anyway, so it doesn't matter if I kill one more. You all brought this on yourselves. Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As I spoke, I increased the strength on my hand. The tattooed man could not withstand the strength of my injury. Soon he could no longer breathe, and even his tongue stuck out.

After three or five seconds, the tattooed man stretched out a hand and patted my arm gently a few times, signaling me to let go. At this time, I pushed him to the ground. After the boy lay down, he After gasping for more than ten seconds, he sat up and said with a heavy breath: "Brother... I'm convinced. You're so good. This shop is yours..."

As he said that, the tattooed man got up, walked towards a bed in the middle, sat down, and lowered his head, not daring to look at me.

I didn't want to be polite to them, I just lay down on the head bunk and said calmly: "Brothers, I'm sorry, I was a bit harsh just now. You will be able to get up in half an hour. Go to bed obediently, and you'd better not mess with me, or it won't be so simple next time."

(End of this chapter)