Chapter 115 I am no longer the Lord of Hell

After being knocked unconscious, Chen Fan shook his head and opened his eyes again, only to find that the world seemed much smaller, and many things were blurry and unclear. He stretched out his hand and rubbed it, and then felt a burning pain around his eyes. , stood up precariously and looked at this strange place. Twenty beds were lined up in between, quilts were messy everywhere, there were piles of garbage on the floor, and a group of people in prison uniforms were looking at it curiously with their eyes open. Own.

Seemingly realizing something, Chen Fan smiled mockingly to himself. He looked at the clothes he was wearing. If they weren't prison uniforms, they were nothing. He felt three points disappointed, three points helpless and three points confused. He murmured: "Damn it." Nonsense, no questions asked, no investigation, just thrown in. What's even more painful is that when I entered the police station, I got into a fight with a crazy woman who thought she was a policewoman, and was knocked unconscious without saying a word. He was sent to the detention center without signing anything."

I don’t feel depressed because Master once said that men should stand upright.

I originally thought that after all the agencies were exhausted, everything was in my own hands. I could have sex with my sister without delaying my master's mission. I thought that everything would go smoothly, but I didn't expect that I would end up in this situation and almost be fooled by someone. If you don't tell the truth, you will be expelled from the school, and the girl will be sent to the eighteenth level of hell before even carrying out the order to pick up girls. This is not to blame Ling Xuexue for being sinister, but to blame herself for being too lustful. If she doesn't take advantage of her, she won't There will be the current results.

After entering the detention center, where are the new hopes and dreams?

What about after you go out?

He doesn't care if everyone despises him, so how can An Ziyan be so popular!

"Boy, these are the people who have come in. I don't know how to worship the mountain. What the hell are you pretending to be? Damn it!" A rough voice sounded while he was absent-minded. Before Chen Fan could recover, he had already slapped him. He came over, dodged dexterously, turned around and glared at the figure fiercely, his mind suddenly flashed. This guy was at least two meters tall, and his exposed chest muscles were almost indistinguishable from the front chest of a woman on stilts. The chest hair combined with the bulging chest muscles is an eyesore at first, and the open palms are almost as big as the face. There is no hair on the bald head, and the evil aura on his face makes him even more arrogant.

Chen Fan never knew what fear was in his heart, and he had never been afraid. Looking at this strange man's eyes that wanted to eat him, not only did he not have the fear of the people around him, but he also felt a strong rebellious psychology, swelling. His eyes were bloodshot, staring at this man with unprecedented anger, and unprecedented excitement filled his heart.

In life, you must look down on all living beings; in death, you must be proud and proud!

"Okay. How dare you look at me like this? Damn it, you even dare to disobey me, Prince of Hell. Beat him to death." The man who called himself Prince of Hell was furious. He could overthrow it with his own hands. With the strength of a cow, he has been stepping on other people's bodies since he was a child. Whoever is under his command is not kowtowing his head and screaming for mercy. He likes to watch others bleeding and crawling on the ground like a dog. Instead of begging for mercy, he prefers to watch them fawning over him like clowns.

But the guy in front of him, who was several sizes shorter than him and probably only ten years old, dared to glare at him like that, challenging his patience and contempt for his dignity. In this prison, There are a lot of people, but in the end they don’t live like dogs with their tail between their legs. The prisoners in the past are the same, the prisoners are the same now, and the prisoners who come in in the future will be the same.

Prince Tianyan gave an order, and a dozen figures immediately jumped out from behind him. The person at the front was the first to kick him. Chen Fan sneered and nimbly dodged. Although he had a fight with the crazy policewoman before, it was just It was just a small cooperation, but now Shen Fan actually had no intention of taking action. He was thinking about how to face An Ziyan in the future and whether he could fulfill his destiny as a teacher.

"Damn, you can do it twice!" One of them shouted, and he picked up Chen Fan's body from the side, and the fists raining from the front attacked his front body one after another.

Once, twice, three times...

Chen Fan, who suffered a bloody head and bleeding, did not seem to be in any pain. After a group of people punched and kicked Chen Fan, the person holding him shook him hard, and he fell into a dark corner under the bed with a "clang".

Chen Fan stood up slowly, with a creepy and evil smile, "I said, are you bothered? Can you let me finish thinking about the problem first?"

"Damn, there's so much nonsense! Let's beat him. Are you still afraid of this little bastard? Come on." The Lord of Hell's expression was extremely gloomy, and the joints of his clenched hands were rattling. The violent aura all over his body could not help but make these fellows... The man with bloody hands surrendered.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Sounds came one after another from cell 001, and people in other cells could clearly hear the screams and curses mixed in, which did not subside for a long time.

A policeman outside the prison shuddered when he heard the voice, and said with embarrassment: "Boss, do you think the kid who just entered will be beaten to death? It seems that guy is only a freshman, and I don't think his body is in good shape. , which one of those guys in No. 001 is not vicious and full of blood, what to do if something really happened? I heard that guy’s backstage is very tough, I don’t know what those big shots think, damn, you are lucky to not let others be petty. Children, you have to come in and be beaten half to death to be happy?"

The cell leader leisurely smoked a cigarette and cursed: "Damn it, if I could come up with the things that those bastards come up with when they are full and have nothing to do, wouldn't I have become a big shot by now? Take care of you. Don't worry about other things that shouldn't be your own business. But having said that, when that guy went in, he was covered in injuries, and his face was swollen like that, which made me feel sour. Hey, this In this world, everyone has his or her own destiny, so live your own life, big shot? Humph, I didn’t bury my ancestors well in the grave.”

In the prison cell.

Chen Fan suddenly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and finally understood. He couldn't help but think about these guys. He turned around and looked at the two-meter-tall man sitting carelessly on the lower bunk and asked: " Who are you?"

"I am the Prince of Hell here! What the hell do you think you are, how dare you talk to me like that!" Prince of Hell glanced at Chen Fan with disdain on his face. A fair and tender little kid who had just been beaten so hard could still be given... What a threat he poses!

"I'm not a toy. I'm Chen Fan." Tang Chenfan smiled. In other people's eyes, this kid must have been beaten stupid. "I heard that the rules in the house are set by the strong. Now I will I’ll make new rules for you!”

"Get off the ground and stay away." Prince Yama saw Chen Fan's virtuous behavior and burst into laughter, "What, the little guy wants to teach me a lesson?"

"Yes, don't you realize it's time for you to teach me a lesson?" Chen Fan licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, "From now on, I will set the new rules!"

"My fist is big, and what I say is the rule." Prince Yama said fiercely, "Boy, you really don't know how to live or die..."

Chen Fan understood that this was a guy with a low IQ who liked to stab him. To deal with such a guy, if you don't beat the shit out of him, he will never know what shit is!

Before Lord Yama could finish what he said, his mouth closed because Chen Fan had already punched him in the face.

Click...

There was a crisp sound, and there were several big yellow teeth hidden in the vomited blood...

"I'm here for the first time. Thank you for the welcome ceremony just now. Now it's my turn!" While speaking, Chen Fan's knee was already pushing hard against the waist and kidney area of ​​Lord Yama.

Once, twice, three times...

Swift and fierce as lightning, ruthless as thunder.

In the blink of an eye, Lord Yama, who stood up like a hill, vomited blood and fell to the ground.

From the beginning to the end, his proud "big fist" never had a chance to punch.

"Don't fight... Please, don't fight..." His body shrank into a ball, holding his head in his hands and crying for mercy, "I'm not the Lord of Hell anymore, my name is Wang Ergou! You will be here from now on. The Lord of Hell!"

Chen Fan put his feet back and took the towel handed over by the attentive person to wipe his hands.

"Can we set the rules now?" Chen Fan asked.

"Okay, okay." Wang Ergou yelled, tears falling from his eyes.

"Okay, my rule is, I will break the arm of anyone who makes me unhappy!" Chen Fan said with a half-smile.

For a moment, the entire audience was silent, everyone stared at each other, and then all of them knelt down and begged: "Master Hell! We were blind just now, please forgive us! We deserve to die!"

These people were frightened by Chen Fan's powerful aura. They had just stepped forward to beat Chen Fan with great force. Now they were instantly panicked. What kind of strength did Wang Ergou have? He had no room to fight back in front of him and was beaten. If they were beaten like shit, let alone them!

That would break your arm!

"Lord of Hell! Please let me go!" The guy who just hugged Chen Fan was so scared that he wet his pants. He knelt down and came to Chen Fan, crying for his father and mother.

"Okay! Everyone turn around and face the wall!" Chen Fan didn't think about pursuing what happened just now. He just didn't have the heart to do anything just now. He just wanted to be beaten by himself. He felt a little comfortable after being beaten, otherwise he would have been struggling all the time. I ended up in this situation because of my cowardice!

So special!

You deserve to be beaten, you really deserve to be beaten!

After everyone turned around and faced the wall, Chen Fan discovered that there was a unique existence inside!

In the innermost corner, under the messy hair of an old man, there is no expression on the weathered face. The strange thing is that he is not wearing prison uniform, but is actually wearing a torn but clean green shirt, and his dim eyes There was no thought in his eyes.

"Uncle, how are you?" Chen Fan sat down next to him politely, straightened his hair and clothes, and asked.

The old man didn't even look at him, nor did he make any response.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Chen Fan asked depressedly.

"Go and conquer the hell in other rooms and come find me again." The old man suddenly raised his head, and his lowered eyes flashed with a strange light between opening and closing, which was a feeling that enriched the vicissitudes of time.

Chen Fan smiled faintly. He felt that this old man was a little special. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I will obey you!"
Chapter completed!