"Biyanminglu... what is that?" Wei Long was so scared by the expression of Real Person Feng Lei that he just wanted to tremble, and he could stand firm by resisting it.
Feng Lei snorted, "Of course it is a good thing. The treasure handed down by my master back then used several precious medicinal materials. The deity collected several decades before preparing a bottle!"
As if thinking that Wei Long didn't believe it, he got up and fumbled for a while in his rucksack, and escaped out of a small turquoise bottle, the size of a thumb.
"Don't look at this thing is not big, a drop can kill a monk, on the contrary, it kills a warrior. A larger amount is needed, because the quality and quantity of their true energy are too small." The real Feng Lei said and took the bottle. Throw it to Wei Long.
"Yes Yes Yes… "
Wei Long agreed for a while, not daring to put it in his pocket as if his hands were hot.
"Go out, the deity needs to use Zhang Feng's corpse to repair my right arm. If you can kill Zhang Feng, the deity will give the Su family a wealth of wealth!" Feng Lei squinted at Wei Long. Waved his hand to let him go.
Wei Long didn't dare to stay, he hurriedly retreated and left the villa before going outside, the door closed automatically, and the old man almost urinated with a bang.
"The arm... can it be repaired?"
Wei Long returned to the car with the small porcelain bottle and couldn't help but ask.
Of course no one can answer him. This question needs him to hand over Zhang Feng's body to True Person Feng Lei to get the answer.
…
Here Wei Long got the deadly poison, and over there Zhang Feng was sent to the detention center and went directly to the palace for the second time.
"Old Cui, it's only a few days now, I'm here again, it's very unlucky!"
At the junction, Zhang Feng held the yellow prison clothes and sighed up to the sky.
Cui Baocheng had a serious face. He almost didn't laugh when he heard the words. He quickly straightened his face and said, "Zhang Feng, you stay here and don't let the moth come out. Escape from the detention center and escape from prison are of the same nature. , To be sentenced!"
Zhang Feng turned to look at him and smiled slightly: "Thank you!"
"Thank me for what I did, I caught you!" Cui Baocheng said righteously, and laughed after he said it.
It was enough for Zhang Feng to understand what he meant by doing this, at least he wouldn't make any misunderstandings.
The attack was too big. Not to mention the deaths of so many killers, the monks appeared, and many people around the iron and steel plant had seen it.
Until there is video streaming.
Cui Baocheng has no way to control the development of the situation. All he can do is to investigate the results before sending the investigation team.
Locking up the core figure of Zhang Feng's incident is to protect him on the one hand, and the women who protect him on the other.
At this point, Zhang Feng is not dead, no one dares to touch his woman!
Of course, Cui Baocheng also simply applied for security of important personnel and dispatched armed police officers to the Jinxiuyuan community. Any gangster who wanted to deal with Zhang Feng's woman had to weigh the consequences.
"By the way, Old Cui." Zhang Feng remembered something, and leaned closer and whispered: "The last time a killer attacked me, the main messenger behind was the Su family. I believe this time I can't get rid of it like them."
After speaking, he followed the prison guard and walked into the passage while holding the prison clothes.
Cui Baocheng kept watching Zhang Feng's figure disappear before murmured: "Of course I know it's the Su family, but, as evidence, that family knows how to pretend, one by one, I'm almost dying!"
After speaking, he slammed his fist on the wall, and the police officer who was accompanying him was shocked.
…
What Zhang Feng didn't expect was that he actually came to the cell 3-9 last time. When he entered the door, he could see at a glance that it was the same group of people.
However, there is an exception!
The "Bald Head Strong" guy actually squatted in front of the bunk near the pit, and never looked up. If it wasn't for his bald head, Zhang Feng would not have dared to recognize him.
The door was closed, and the nine prisoners who were waiting for the trial still did not stand up, as if something was suppressing them.
"Bald Qiang, I'm back, don't you welcome me?" Zhang Feng threw the prison shirt on a bunk and stood in front of Zhao Qiang.
"Uh..." Zhao Qiang raised his head carefully, opened his mouth without making a sound, and lowered his head again.
Zhang Feng frowned when he saw his face, and asked loudly, "Who hit you?"
"No... No!" Zhao Qiang hurriedly denied, not daring to look up.
Zhang Feng's face sank, he pulled up a guy next to him, and asked, "Who beat Zhao Qiang?"
The guy shook his head desperately, as if the person in front of him was a scourge.
Zhang Feng simply ignored him, picked up another one, and asked the same question. This guy still didn't dare to say anything, lowered his head and pretended to be dumb.
Hey there! Zhang Feng doesn't understand this, these
Almost everyone knows how good they are, but they dare not say anything. It seems that some people have frightened them all.
"Don't toss, they dare not say, because that person is me!"
There was a lazy voice.
Zhang Feng turned his head to look, and saw a man sitting on the bunk by the window, looking up at the sky outside the window, with a bleak taste.
With just a glance, Zhang Feng can be sure that this guy is a ruthless person. In him, he actually has the feeling of seeing himself in the past, like looking in a mirror, a mirror that can travel through time and space.
"who are you?"
Zhang Feng turned to face him.
The man turned his head to look at Zhang Feng, with an expressionless face, in his forties, with a slight smile on his mouth, and a gloomy look in his eyes.
"You are Zhao Qiang's boss?"
"No, it's the boss!" Zhang Feng nodded.
"Cut!" The man sneered, "You don't look like you are very powerful. Could it be that Zhao Qiang was conquered by you?"
These words are too responsive. It can be seen that this guy is definitely an old bastard who has been in the world for a long time. He is very skilled, and no one will be regarded by him.
"What's your name?" Zhang Feng asked again.
"Is the name important?" The man sneered and finally stood up.
At this moment, Zhang Feng realized that there was a problem with his leg. He had a lame leg and stood there crooked, but it didn't affect his aura at all. It actually gave people a feeling of life and death.
"Since you don't want to report your name, you don't have to!"
Zhang Feng hated his aura very much. This kind of person would give out to those around him at any time, bringing danger.
"It's crazy, what's your name?" The man seemed to be interested in Zhang Feng.
"You don't need to know!"
A cold light flashed in Zhang Feng's eyes, and his feet flicked, his figure disappeared in place, and in the next instant, there was not enough time for people to blink, and he appeared in front of the opposite man.
"Huh?" The man was taken aback, and he instinctively shot him with a punch.
Unfortunately, he chose the wrong person to pretend to be.
At the moment when his fist was raised, Zhang Feng hit his face with a punch.
A dull crash sounded, followed by another sound. The guy who pretended to be forced to report his name for a long time fell heavily to the ground. The brow bones split on the spot, leaving a lot of blood.
(End of this chapter)