"Snapped!"

Another crisp slap sounded, and Da Pingzi didn't even frown.

The young trumpeter who simply sat down next to Dapingzi asked jokingly: "Aren't you a disciple of Master Ma? Where is your lightning five-whip? Don't you want to report your number to me? Why don't you ask me now?

Is it easy to mention someone?"

"You will die! As long as I go out, you will definitely die!" Dapingzi, who had no strength left to resist, was still reluctant to give up.

The young trumpeter stretched his head in front of Da Pingzi and asked with a frightened expression: "What's going on, you can't afford to fuck me now, so you start to act like a strong-mouthed king?"

Dapingzi gritted his teeth and wanted to say: "You..."

"Hey!" The young trumpeter waved his hand to interrupt Da Pingzi's words, and said with a smile: "Do you want to tell me, do you know who I am?"

The young trumpeter paused for a moment and then continued: "I know who you are! You are Dapingzi! I am Brother Ping with Tengmei! Right?"

Dapingzi glared at the young trumpeter and said nothing. Even if he was as stupid as Dapingzi, he now felt more and more that all this was a game.

It's purely a game against myself and Tengmei!

"Snapped!"

The young trumpeter smacked his mouth again: "If you look at me like that again, I will pluck out your eyeballs and hit them with glass marbles today. Do you believe it?"

Based on Dapingzi's life experience, if anyone had said this to him half an hour ago, he would have guaranteed to brag about you and roll up his sleeves to make gestures with you.

But Dapingzi, who had suffered enough beatings from the young trumpeter, was now in a state similar to the "epiphany" that is emphasized in Buddhism. At this moment, he had a very profound understanding of the fact that fame, fortune and wealth are all in vain. To put it simply, he was

I'm scared...

Dapingzi quickly turned his head, not daring to look at the young trumpeter with his head.

"Fuck! You have such courage and you still claim to be the descendant of Master Ma from the north of the city?"

Seeing the transformation of Dapingzi in the past half hour, the young trumpeter couldn't help but feel happy.

Da Pingzi said in a deep voice: "Brother, you can't kill someone without a nod. We are still short of money, so you can just make a way out of it."

For a reckless man like Da Pingzi, who advocates using force to solve everything, to say such philosophical words is actually a disguised form of convincing.

"Are you convinced?" the young trumpeter asked exaggeratedly.

"I'm done with it." Dapingzi's voice sounded like a mosquito.

"Okay! Since you admit it, let's move on to the next step!" The young trumpeter nodded happily and walked towards the sink.

Looking at the back of the young trumpeter, Da Pingzi felt a chill in his heart for no reason.

In less than twenty seconds, the young trumpeter walked over with half of a key that was polished to a sharp edge and even had a hint of cold light in his hand.

"You...what are you going to do..."

Although Da Pingzi said on the surface that he had no fear of life or death, in a state of complete internal collapse, when he saw the young trumpet leader walking from a distance, his body unconsciously shrank back, and his voice was still a little trembling.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you!"

The young trumpeter took the key and squatted down in front of Dapingzi again. He looked at Dapingzi with fear in his eyes and showed a strange smile.

"Don't move blindly! This move can easily poke your eyes out."

After the young captain finished speaking, he quickly waved the half key in his hand towards Dapingzi. Dapingzi tried to dodge, but was pinned down by the young captain's other strong hand, unable to move.

"Crack!"

The sharpened key quickly passed across the upper part of Da Pingzi's eyebrows, leaving a long and narrow blood line.

"Okay, my mission has been successfully completed here."

The young trumpeter threw half of the key out of the cell door and stood up.

The blood on Dapingzi's forehead continued to flow down, soaking his eyes. He tried his best to wipe the blood away from his eyes, and he roughly understood who was going to deal with him.

So he asked in a deep voice: "Are you avenging Director Liu? Do you dare to tell me whose family you are from?"

Da Pingzi has figured it out, a man can bend and stretch, and he will accept the beating he received today, but as long as he still has a chance to get out alive, he must repay a hundred times the pain he suffered today!

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't control his tone.

The young trumpeter, who was about to stop, suddenly stopped, narrowed his eyes and looked at Dapingzi, and said coldly: "Why, you, an old basket case, still want to regain your place?"

"Just tell me whether you dare to say it!" Da Pingzi, who was also stunned, asked in confusion.

"There's nothing I dare to say. I'm not someone hired by the Liu family. I just help them fulfill their wishes. You ask which family I'm from? I'm from the Ma Ye Ji Lei Xiaohu. Have you heard of me?

What a name!"

Xiaohu stood up straight and answered loudly, shouting the last few words with all his strength.

Da Pingzi, who finally understood why he had received such a beating, rarely uttered a rebuttal, but muttered to himself: "It turns out you were the ones who got involved..."

"What are you mumbling about?"

Xiaohu shouted to the prisoners in the cell: "Come on, form a neat formation for me, and one person can go up and kick me three times. Whoever wants to show off to me will get kicked by you!"

"

As Xiaohu's gaze swept across, everyone couldn't help but tremble.

Even if Xiaohu is so crazy, no one dares not to kick him...

A young prisoner with glasses and fair skin at the back of the queue asked timidly and with some fear: "Brother, if we kick him, he can't retaliate against us, right? Besides, if this person kicks three times, we can't just kick him to death, right?"

"

The others showed deep understanding in their eyes, and looked at the young prisoner with a hint of admiration in their eyes. He said something that no one dared to say, so they naturally admired his courage.

"No! Don't worry. His sentence for this case will start in ten years. There will be no reprieve. There is no telling whether he can get out of prison alive! You are going to kick him into serious injury today. I will increase the sentence! If you kick him to death,

I'll shoot him!"

"Fuck, if we don't kick him, then he will be seriously injured..."

A prisoner who had entered the palace for the third time and was quite familiar with the law whispered something.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing this, the prisoners burst into laughter, which diluted the originally tense atmosphere.

Xiaohu covered the blood mark on his neck and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, stop inking, hurry up and hurry up!"

There is a tall roof under the sky. Since Xiaohu said this, the prisoners who had been secretly instructed by others no longer had any scruples. They formed a long queue like they were eating in the cafeteria, one by one.
Chapter completed!