Half an hour has passed. During this period, Du Feng was like a stone sculpture, standing still, staring at Kun Peng and Song Zhenyu with a pair of eyes that almost burst out of flames.

The two eldest brothers in the prison cell drank very happily, and showed bursts of hostility in their movements. They were arrogant, cruel and vicious in nature. They had seen little characters like Du Feng so often that they were not surprised.

The two of them drank one glass at a time, and the amount of alcohol was still acceptable. Each of them drank a bottle of Jin Liufu, and finally the bottle bottomed out.

"Tiger! Heizi!" Kunpeng waved to the two tigers in the corner.

Tiger and Heizi quickly got up from the ground and walked over. They glanced at Du Feng and said to Kunpeng with a wicked smile: "Brother, what are your orders?"

"Throw that quilt out!" Kunpeng pointed to the messy area, which was Du Feng's bed.

"Understood!" Tiger nodded and bowed with a sly smile, calling for Heizi to pick up Du Feng's quilt and drag it to the corner, and then poured a basin of cold water on it, making the quilt soaked in an instant.

Kun Peng looked at Du Feng with squinting eyes: "What? Do you still have a temper? You can only watch me drink here! What are you pretending to be? You're paralyzed!"

Kun Peng didn't even look at him. In his eyes, Du Feng was nothing. As he spoke, he pointed at the soaked bedding on the bed: "Want to sleep? Go ahead! Wrap your whole body in it. If any clothes are exposed,

Jiao, I will chop off your fingers!"

Du Feng looked at him coldly, his cold eyes seeming to condense the air.

"Why are you staring? You seem to be quite capable! Why are you pretending? Get out of here!" Song Zhenyu had never shown his attitude, but now he saw that Du Feng turned a blind eye to Kun Peng's words, and he became angry.

No new criminal dared to be so arrogant, let alone the old criminals.

Tiger had already introduced himself that day, but Du Feng didn't know who he was. For Song Zhenyu, this was something that was absolutely intolerable.

"You two teach him, this kid seems to be deaf!" Kunpeng waved his hands to Tiger and Heizi in an understatement.

Teach him, the original intention is to teach him a lesson. If he doesn't understand the rules, giving him some flesh wounds is the best way to improve his memory.

Tiger and Heizi immediately gathered around. They both looked at each other with evil faces and a cruel smile on their lips.

"Look, you're still pretending to be cool and numb!" Tiger seemed to have forgotten what happened last night and was very arrogant at this time.

The two men pressed forward one from the left and the other from the right, attacking like an eagle catching a chicken, and their attacks were very fierce.

Du Feng looked around and saw that these two guys really didn't take him seriously. They only knew how to punch and didn't care about avoiding at all. They didn't think that Du Feng could fight back at all.

The two people's loopholes were wide open. The moment they approached, Du Feng raised his hands and slapped them left and right. He only heard two crisp sounds of "pop", followed by howling for father and mother.

Tiger and Heizi really didn't think too much. Du Feng stood there for a long time, thinking that he would accept the lesson honestly.

When the two eldest brothers dominate the field, no one has ever dared to do anything. Moreover, Tiger and Heizi are not good people. Usually, a one-on-one fight is easy.

These two loud and crisp slaps woke up Kun Peng and Song Zhenyu, and they both raised their heads at the same time.

The tiger screamed, and half of his face visibly swelled up in a short period of time. Heizi fell to the ground, reaching out to touch half of his face, looking a little dizzy.

"You're looking for fucking death!" Song Zhenyu was furious and stood up suddenly. Kun Peng also sat up with a livid face.

Du Feng still looked at the two of them without changing his expression. He watched them for more than half an hour, and even the scars on Song Zhenyu's forehead were clearly visible.

"It's just a few tricks! I'm afraid you don't know my background!" Song Zhenyu took advantage of the alcohol to get the upper hand. Kun Peng invited him to drink today, so he should return the favor. As he spoke, he pushed Kun Peng,

It means I'm here to let him know what the rules are.

"Does it matter what your background is? It's not important. What's important is that you two took my things." Du Feng said lightly, kicking away Heizi who still hadn't come to his senses on the ground next to him. Such a waste.

Living is a waste of air.

Kunpeng waved his hand, and Tiger and Heizi immediately ran away. Song Zhenyu rarely dealt with anyone personally. So far, he seemed to have only fought with one person, and that was the former boss of Wushe. Song Zhenyu came first

God, he beat that guy to a severe disability and disappeared from the prison cell. It is said that he has been recuperating in the prison hospital for more than two years.

Song Zhenyu was once the boss of a mafia organization, and he once dominated a group. However, he was a bit ignorant and self-righteous. He did not take the government seriously at all and openly challenged the police. Such people can only make small troubles.

But he thought he was the hegemon and acted unscrupulously, and finally fell into the law.

Song Zhenyu is a relatively mysterious person. Not many others know about his methods. He just cleaned up the boss after he came and replaced him.

Song Zhenyu made a few hard picks. This is a dialect of a certain place. To put it bluntly, he reached out and poked the opponent's eyeballs with extremely fast speed and vicious attacks.

Du Feng dodged several times in succession, but he was not in a hurry to fight back. Someone wanted to give him a good look today, and he would not let go of such an opportunity.

Song Zhenyu failed to hit hard many times, and felt angry. Du Feng's evasion speed was so fast that the people watching were dazzled.

A few minutes passed. Song Zhenyu tried his best, but unfortunately he couldn't hit him. He immediately screamed angrily. The annoyance in his heart plus the wasted effort consumed a lot, and the punches and kicks he punched became weaker and weaker.

Rapid gasps came from his mouth.

"Paralyzed! Can you hide? Trash!" Song Zhenyu became more and more annoyed. He couldn't hit him at all, and it was all in vain.

There was a "bang", and as soon as Song Zhenyu finished speaking, he received a heavy blow on his forehead.

"I'm giving you a chance to see what a powerful person like you is capable of. I didn't expect you to be very angry and dissatisfied with me for not fighting back, so I have no choice but to be respectful rather than obey." Du Feng said half-jokingly.

As he spoke, his right leg rose and fell.

The kick hit Song Zhenyu's forehead seven or eight times in succession, and each kick was unambiguous. It only took ten seconds, and with the strength of the seven or eight kicks, Song Zhenyu lost the ability to resist, and his relatively strong body was forced to move sideways.

It flew more than five meters away.

With a "gudong" sound, Song Zhenyu bent up and fell hard to the ground.

Kun Peng was dumbfounded. Although he didn't know how strong Song Zhenyu really was, he was at least a ruthless character. Moreover, he fought the old man until he had no strength to fight back.

The method he just used was indeed vicious. Kun Peng knew that if Song Zhenyu was attacking him, he might be able to dodge a few times, but it would be tragic if he couldn't dodge even once.

Song Zhenyu still resisted the beating. After falling to the ground, he got up without saying a word. He touched his forehead and found that his hands were full of blood. Although he couldn't see the location of his forehead, he felt the bruises and bruises and felt like a mirror.

He was extremely angry. He was being tricked and lost his majesty in front of so many people. His identity would never allow this.

Song Zhenyu pounced on him again. This time he had a better idea and understood the power of Du Feng's legs. He fought in close quarters without giving him a chance to strike.

This showed some signs of a close match. Du Feng's fist was strong enough, and Song Zhenyu was no less powerful. Moreover, he was fast, and every punch carried the force of breaking five pieces of spin.

Du Feng carried him a few times, with a smile on his face. There were very few people he could take seriously. Such an opponent could inspire his fighting spirit. For Du Feng, this is probably the most interesting thing.

Song Zhenyu has not received professional training. Although his boxing style is fierce, it is a bit slow. He swings his fist quickly and his fist closing speed is obviously half a beat slower.

After a few moves, before he could punch again, Du Feng's fist was already on his forehead. With a muffled sound, Song Zhenyu flew away again.

Kun Peng really couldn't stand it anymore. Du Feng didn't seem to have used all his methods. His fancy fighting moves were full of ridicule. To put it bluntly, Song Zhenyu couldn't take any advantage in front of him.

Kunpeng was a little scared, regretted his actions a little, and had a bad feeling in his heart.

Du Feng, who doesn't seem to have any ruthlessness at all, is actually very powerful. Underneath his seemingly approachable face is an absolutely strong player.

He asked Song Zhenyu to teach Du Feng a lesson, but now Song Zhenyu not only had nothing to deal with, but was left in a miserable state, which made Kunpeng feel disappointed and panicked.

If this continues, Song Zhenyu will probably suffer a disastrous defeat. According to Song Zhenyu's determination to refuse to admit defeat, he will not show weakness until he is looking for teeth everywhere.

Thinking of this, Kunpeng raised his head and rushed over.

Kunpeng is a karate coach. When he was a child, he went to R Ben with his parents, where he learned a lot of karate skills and practiced almost all moves to perfection.

After coming up, he took it first and then threw it without saying a word. Du Feng tried to dodge, but he couldn't avoid being thrown from his back. With a "crack" sound, he fell hard on his back.

Kunpeng didn't talk too much. This guy had perfect timing and would not give the enemy any chance. He kicked, hit and threw him all in one go. Du Feng fell heavily to the ground for the second time.

At this time, Song Zhenyu also got up. The conflict between fist and wind is a flaw. No matter how strong you are, if the opponent attacks your weakness, it will be unlucky for you.

Du Feng was thrown twice in succession and finally lost his temper.

However, he is not familiar with karate, and he doesn't bother to study R's own stuff. Today he met a Taekwondo master, and Kun Peng just attacked suddenly, so he couldn't react for a while.

Kunpeng hit him again, Du Feng parried. As Song Zhenyu rushed forward, a sharp knife flashed out of his hand, and he stabbed Du Feng in the lower abdomen.

Song Zhenyu was beaten to the point of losing his mind. At this time, he only had one thought, which was to kill him.

Du Feng did not have any weapons. He had taken off the dagger from his shoulder before entering the prison, otherwise he would have been searched by the prison guards.

Du Feng nimbly dodged the blows of the two men and quickly retreated a few meters away.

The knife just now was only a few millimeters away from his lower abdomen, and one of his clothes buttons was picked out.

Du Feng began to pay attention. These two people were indeed not simple, and their cooperation was just right. The power of one plus one was even greater than three.
Chapter completed!