In less than two minutes, twenty-five prisoners left their footprints on Dapingzi one after another.

A pool of blood formed under Dapingzi. He was lying on the ground with his mouth opening and closing, dying, like a fat-headed fish that had escaped from the water source and was on the verge of death...

Fortunately, this group of prisoners knew what they were doing and avoided some vital parts, otherwise the large Pingzi at this moment could be put into a small box, let alone the air intake...

After everyone had finished kicking, Xiaohu stood in the bathroom and finished smoking a cigarette, witnessing the whole process. He threw away the cigarette butt and walked slowly towards the door of the cell.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Xiaohu slapped the iron gate and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Discipline! Discipline! This prisoner has gone crazy!"

"Tap tap tap!"

A prison guard who was dozing on a chair at the end of the corridor ran over with his leather boots on, holding the hat on his head to prevent it from falling, and asked: "What's going on?"

Then he turned his head and glanced at Da Pingzi, who was lying on the ground motionless with his back to him, and asked: "Why is he acting like this?"

"I don't know! As soon as he came in, he told us that he was a disciple of Master Ma and had been practicing Iron Head Kung Fu for thirty years. The purpose of coming here was to become the king of the strong men. Everyone saw that this horse-riding man was a lunatic.

So I simply ignored him, but he was unhappy!"

Xiaohu paused when he was talking, and then said: "When he saw that everyone was ignoring him, he said that everyone looked down on him, and he had to show us his iron head skills. After that, he hit the wall and knocked him

Everyone is so scared!”

The guard stared at Xiaohu, who was gesturing to hit his head against the wall, imitating it perfectly, and asked: "Then why didn't you, as the cell leader, hold him? Just watch him crash to death in your cell.

, you don’t have to be responsible?”

Xiaohu pointed at his bruised cheeks and shoulders and said: "Brother, I swear to the lamp, all the people in our cell were caught, and he had to hit the wall hard with his body protection skills, everyone.

I couldn't hold him back, and I even let him hit me on the elbow several times. Look at my face and shoulders!"

"Besides, I am just a trumpeter and not the president of the World Fighting Association. If I encounter a thorn in the sky, I can deal with it. How do you want me to solve a problem like this that even the universe cannot solve?"

The guard shouted: "Okay, okay, stop nagging at me and help me carry the person out quickly!"

"Discipline, I don't dare to rely on you. Who's to blame if something happens..."

Xiaohu still wanted to say a few words, but after looking into the fire-breathing eyes of the guard, he could only smile. Then one of the guards lifted his shoulders and the other lifted his legs, and he was put on the stretcher of the medical staff who hurriedly arrived.

Half an hour later, in the infirmary, Xiaohu was bandaged casually and applied liquid to the bruised area. He picked up the cell phone that had been given to him on the table and dialed Zeng Rui's number.

"Brother Ye, the matter is done."

…

At 12:30 p.m., Zheng Mei, who had no intention of eating because there was no news from Dapingzi, was still sitting in her office looking at the contract materials.

Zheng Mei is not Guo Hua's subordinate. Since Guo Hua has decided not to do anything in the past two days, he naturally has to deal with the backlog of things that the company has accumulated in the past few days.

"Buzz-!"

The mobile phone on the table vibrated. Zheng Mei looked up at the number of Director Deng of the Zhibao Hospital on the caller ID and had a trace of doubt.

Zheng Mei picked up the phone and greeted her politely: "Hello, Director Deng?"

Director Deng on the other end opened his mouth and asked: "Zheng Mei! Is Xiao Daping one of yours?"

Zheng Mei had a bad premonition in her heart and asked quickly: "That's right! He's my person. What happened to Director Deng?"

"Why did he get beaten up like this? All the first-blood people were sent to our hospital. I thought that if they didn't have a strong desire to survive, they would have died on the way."

In his job of protecting the hospital, Director Deng often interacted with these people on the road, and he was quite down-to-earth when he spoke.

Hearing Director Deng's words, Zheng Mei jumped up with her hands on the armrests of the stool, and shouted a little rudely: "What!"

"If you're worried, come here quickly! Several people from the secondary inspection department came and surrounded the emergency room. I happen to be on duty today and I'll try to find a way to let you in for a look!"

Director Deng, who has a good relationship with Zheng Mei, thinks of Zheng Mei very much.

"Second look?" Zheng Mei frowned slightly. He probably understood what was going on and said, "Thank you, Director Deng! Thank you, Director Deng!"

As soon as Zheng Mei stood up, she hung up the phone and rushed out the door.

When she walked to the door, Zheng Mei suddenly thought of something again. She returned to her desk, took out a stack of banknotes from the drawer, stuffed it into her bag, and hurriedly left the office.

Forty minutes later, Zheng Mei, who had rushed through a red light, appeared in the office of Director Deng of the Medical Insurance Hospital.

Zheng Mei asked anxiously: "Director Zheng, how is the situation in Dapingzi?"

"There are no major health problems. He has been released from the emergency room. He suffered a moderate concussion on his head, eleven stitches on his forehead, and multiple soft tissue contusions on his body."

Director Deng reviewed Dapingzi's condition for Zheng Mei.

Hearing this, Zheng Mei clenched her fists, took a few deep breaths and asked, "Director Deng, can you take me in to see him?"

Director Deng shook his head and said: "Let's wait a moment. The patient hasn't woken up yet, and the people watching are gathered around there. When the patient wakes up, I will find a way to bring you in for a look!"

"Director Deng, today's matter is too troublesome for you."

Zheng Mei took out the wad of money she had prepared from her handbag and stuffed it into the pocket of Director Deng's white coat.

"Hey! Zheng Mei, I'm helping you because we have known each other for many years and have a good relationship. Why are you giving me money?"

Director Deng frowned and looked unhappy, but he made no move to reach out and take out the money from his pocket and give it back to Zheng Mei.

About an hour later, Director Deng walked into the ward where Dapingzi was located in front of two prison security officers on the pretext of a routine inspection.

Da Pingzi, who had woken up, stared blankly at the white ceiling of the ward with his eyes wide open.

Seeing the tragic situation of her brother, Zheng Mei, who was wearing a white coat and a mask like Director Deng, was heartbroken.

Zheng Mei slowly walked to Dapingzi's bed and shouted softly: "Dapingzi, Dapingzi!"

Da Pingzi slowly turned his head to Zheng Mei without reacting. As Zheng Mei took off his mask, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth and shouted: "Mei, Brother Mei!"
Chapter completed!