Fighting

Inside the detention center. After breakfast, the prisoners returned to their cells one by one. In the third cell from the left on the south side of the corridor, the four inmates inside were lying quietly on their beds. One of them, a chubby man, spoke softly, "Big brother, I've already talked to Boss Li during breakfast, and he nodded in agreement. We have three experts on our side, plus Boss Li's two King Kong, that makes five of us. We should be able to handle that Luo Feng."

"Chubby, that Luo Feng is said to be able to fight four senior students from the martial arts school. He's tough to deal with," said a muscular man with a black dog tattoo in a low voice. "Black Dog, Chubby, this time besides us, Brother Zhou also asked the Cobra to take action. Even if we don't succeed, the Cobra will definitely succeed!" said a one-eyed middle-aged man in a deep voice.

"Cobra?" The chubby man and the muscular man named Black Dog were both startled. "Yes, it's a coincidence that the Cobra is also locked up in the detention center this time," the one-eyed middle-aged man nodded. "With the Cobra here, we're sure to succeed," the chubby man said excitedly, "But big brother, what does this Cobra look like? We haven't seen him yet."

"We'll discuss the specifics at lunch with Boss Li," the one-eyed middle-aged man said in a low voice, "If all goes well, we'll make our move tonight at the collective dinner! Remember, bring your weapons." The so-called weapons of these prisoners are actually things like razor blades, toothbrush handles sharpened into spikes…

Although the detention center is strict in its checks, it still can't compare with a high-security prison. Even in a high-security prison, people with connections can get guns and ammunition in, after all, no matter how strict the system is, as long as it's executed by people, there will be loopholes! Of course, the people in the detention center are all small fry, and the "weapons" they use are just sharp objects like razor blades and glass shards.

In the evening. "Brother Luo." "Brother Luo." As Luo Feng walked out of his cell and encountered some prisoners in the corridor, they all respectfully called out to him. Luo Feng's feat of injuring four senior students from the martial arts school had spread last night, and now almost everyone in the detention center knew about this young man's ferocity.

In the collective cafeteria, which is actually a closed hall. There are dozens of fixed silver long tables. "Everything in the detention center is fine, except for the food." Luo Feng, who had successfully practiced gene primal energy last night, was in a good mood all day. He walked up to the counter and received a plastic lunch box from the detention center's supervisory staff. This lunch box contained food that looked like mud.

He looked down and saw that the food in it was gray and muddy, and it tasted a bit like potatoes. "This is the legendary bio-meal," Luo Feng shook his head. It's well-known, but the so-called bio-meal is actually the most recognized junk food in society. If you eat this kind of bio-meal, a person only needs fifty cents a day. You can imagine how low the cost of this bio-meal is.

The silver hall, the silver dining table and bench, the silver lunch box. A large number of people in prison uniforms came over one by one, received their lunch boxes, and started eating. Luo Feng sat at the long table, lowered his head and began to eat these bio-meals. At this time, a skinny young man wearing glasses also sat next to Luo Feng with his lunch box. After eating a few bites, the skinny young man couldn't help but curse, "Pigs and dogs eat better than this!"

"Quick, you lost, give me two cigarettes." "What are you playing at?" The entire silver hall was filled with over a hundred prisoners talking to each other, creating a mess. Two guards stood outside the railing, holding assault rifles, glanced lazily inside, and then started chatting with each other. Meanwhile, the camera in the corner of the silver hall was constantly rotating, recording everything inside the hall. "Pong." A one-eyed strong man sat about three meters to the right of Luo Feng on another long table, glanced at Luo Feng, smiled, and said, "Are you Luo Feng?"

Luo Feng glanced at the one-eyed strong man, "Who are you?" "I'm Long," the one-eyed strong man grinned. "One-eyed dragon," a low voice called out, and a short, fat man sat across from the one-eyed strong man. Next to the short, fat man sat two tower-like strong men, both of whom were staring coldly at the one-eyed middle-aged man. The short, fat man sneered, "Yesterday afternoon when we went out for a walk, it was your people who beat up my brother, right? Speak up, how are we going to resolve this?"

"Get lost," the one-eyed strong man rolled his eyes and shouted, "Li Fatty, you better get away from me quickly. If you annoy me, don't blame me for being rude."

The short, fat man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he sneered, "One-eyed dragon, it seems you don't want to talk?"

Luo Feng, who was eating on the side, lowered his head to eat a few bites, glanced over here, and couldn't help but find it interesting. In his view… this was clearly a fight between two powerful leaders in the cell.

"Talk about what, you still want to talk to me, get lost," the one-eyed dragon rolled his only eye and shouted.

"Damn it, hit him!"

The short, fat man's face was ferocious, and he suddenly shouted.

Suddenly, the two tower-like strong men next to the short, fat man moved instantly. One of them lifted up the silver long table and swung it at the one-eyed strong man, while the other tower-like strong man kicked the one-eyed dragon with a lightning-fast flying kick.

"How dare you hit my boss!"

"Brothers, charge."

The entire silver hall was instantly in chaos.

"Boom!" One of the prisoners picked up a stool and smashed it hard on the camera in the corner of the hall. The first thing to do in every large-scale fight in the detention center is to smash the camera. Without 100% evidence, the police can naturally make up the course of the fight by these prisoners.

In the silver hall.

"Ah!" The one-eyed dragon swung his right arm to block the kick of the tower-like strong man, but the kick was very heavy, causing the one-eyed dragon to stagger back several steps, retreating to Luo Feng's side.

The two tower-like strong men immediately pressed over.

And the little brothers under the one-eyed dragon also rushed over, and for a moment, Luo Feng was caught in the vortex of the fight.

"I actually encountered a fight." Luo Feng could only stand up, he was too lazy to get involved in these things, but at this time, a fat man under the one-eyed strong man rushed to Luo Feng's side, and suddenly a long screw sharpened into a spike appeared in his hand, and the sharp spike was directly stabbed at Luo Feng's waist.

And the previously staggering one-eyed dragon, with a flip of his hand, a plastic-fixed blade appeared and was directly stabbed at Luo Feng.

"Huh?" Luo Feng suddenly felt a sense of danger, and at the same time, his waist and back felt a slight pain, as if some sharp object had pierced into his muscles, but then it was clamped by his muscles. Luo Feng's whole body was like a civet cat, quickly bouncing up and jumping over the table in front. But just then…

"Heh!" "Heh!"

The two tower-like strong men almost simultaneously swung their legs like battle axes, fiercely chopping at Luo Feng.

"You're looking for death!" Luo Feng, who understood everything in an instant, let out a low growl, and his fists fiercely smashed at the two legs that were chopping at him! The two tower-like strong men, known as the two King Kong, sneered in their hearts. The power of the legs is much stronger than that of the arms, would they be afraid of Luo Feng?

Boom! Boom!

The dull impact sound, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, the previously fierce two tower-like strong men screamed in pain, and the two men were actually smashed by Luo Feng's fists and flew backwards, hitting the tables and chairs in the distance hard, leaving a blood stain on the ground that made people tremble.

"Ah, ah…" The two strong men were in pain, clutching their legs and rolling.

"What!" The one-eyed dragon and the fat man and black dog next to him were all startled.

At this time–

"Buzz–buzz–" The harsh siren sounded, and the police in the detention center quickly rushed out from their rest places to gather and rush towards the cell.

Luo Feng touched his waist and back, and the blood completely soaked the clothes on his waist and back, and his heart was slightly settled. The rumors were indeed correct. A martial artist who can practice gene primal energy, with a punch of three to four thousand jin, ordinary small-caliber pistol bullets can no longer penetrate the muscles. Just now, that fat man's stab only pierced the surface of the skin and was clamped by the muscles.

"So you guys were putting on a show."

Luo Feng's gaze swept over the one-eyed dragon and the short, fat man, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, which made the one-eyed dragon and the short, fat man both startled.

"Everyone, get him, he's injured," the one-eyed dragon roared. "Everyone, let's go." The short, fat man also shouted, and as they shouted, they themselves picked up stools and smashed them over. Once the boss started, the little brothers naturally picked up stools one by one and rushed over, creating a mess.

Luo Feng moved and turned into a phantom. His legs were like cannonballs, kicking the prisoners one by one. Luo Feng didn't go hard on the ordinary little brother prisoners, after all, those people were just following the crowd. But for the leading one-eyed dragon and the two people, and the fat man who stabbed him, Luo Feng would not be merciful.

"Thud!" Luo Feng's palm knife directly slashed on the stool, breaking the stool. His arm then smashed on the one-eyed dragon's arm, smashing the one-eyed dragon and making him fly. The one-eyed dragon's arm was twisted in the opposite direction by ninety degrees.

One by one, the figures were thrown into the air, and the stools and tables were twisted and broken.

The gap!

This is the gap between a martial artist who has practiced gene primal energy and ordinary fierce bandits.

While Luo Feng was sweeping a group of prisoners, a skinny young man wearing glasses who had been silently watching in the crowd suddenly waved his hand.

"Whoosh!"

A cold light instantly crossed the sky and had already arrived in front of Luo Feng.