C83 (2/2)

Seeing that Ye Feng still had a face full of fear, Wang Soong muttered in his heart, this brat was too shrewd, his acting skills were even able to get a gold medal, he was truly stung.

Thinking about it, he snorted and said to Ye Feng, ”Do you think this is a hotel? He then nodded to the other guard and they went out of the cell and locked the door again.

Ye Feng still had a look of horror on his face, walking to the steel door with a sullen face, he said to Wang Soong: ”Officer, I don't dare to stay here any longer, if they let me stab them again, if I don't do it, they'll beat me up again …”

Wang Soong rolled his eyes at Ye Feng, and coldly snorted, ”Even so, you still have to have a blade to do it …” After saying that, he immediately left with the other police officer.

Ye Feng was still standing in front of the iron gate, shouting non-stop, ”Officer, officer, don't abandon me, save me …”

Only when he heard the sound of another iron gate closing did Ye Feng shut his mouth. He turned around and looked at the men who were still lying on the ground, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

These fellows were just a mob that relied on their numbers. If it was before, none of these fellows would be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Ye Feng touched his mouth as he thought about it, and it still hurt a little. Seems like this trash's body limitations were still too big, even if he was going to deal with a group of trash like them, he would be done for.

At this moment, he looked at the man on the ground and coldly snorted, ”Stop fucking pretending already. Those whose eggs aren't broken stand up. Don't let me kick them a few more times …”

Hearing that, a few people immediately stood up, but they still held onto their crotch, and stared at Ye Feng.

Seeing that this brat wasn't tall, he was gentle, yet he attacked so viciously. Furthermore, he kicked every one of them as if he had a grudge with an L-egg.

The others who were slower stood up and looked at Ye Feng, thinking, is this guy really strong?

At this time, Ye Feng walked towards Fan Jiangloong who had not gotten up yet, and kicked his crotch one more time.

Originally, the pain on Fan Jiangloong's body had already disappeared, but after being kicked by Ye Feng again, he immediately shouted out in a heart-wrenching manner.

However, at this moment, his throat was already hoarse and his voice sounded like a pig being butchered.

When the other prisoners saw this, they all felt the same way and subconsciously protected their crotch, as if Ye Feng's leg could kick them at any time.

Ye Feng gave a cold snort, ”Didn't you hear what I said and allowed you to stand up?” As he spoke, he touched his handbag and asked casually, ”Who has cigarettes?”

The prisoners hesitated for a while, but a fellow quickly fished out a cigarette from the bed, and eagerly ran over and offered it to Ye Feng. He even took out a lighter for him to light, and called out with a laugh, ”Brother Feng …”

Ye Feng looked at this guy, and thought to himself, it looks like there is no lack of people who can help others, no matter where they go. If this guy was in the war era, he would definitely be the best candidate to be a traitor.

But he didn't say anything. He took a puff on his cigarette and looked around at the prisoners. ”Anyone else who doesn't accept this and wants to take revenge for your Brother Long, come out now!”

That group of prisoners looked at each other, then at Fan Jiangloong who was still rolling on the ground. All of them lowered their heads, and no one stood up to speak.