The guy's iron fist hit him directly, and the heavy fist wind roared up, creating an irresistible force.
He Zhenzhong shook his head, raised his right hand and made a fist.
boom.
Two huge fists collided together.
hiss.
The prisoners around him couldn't help but gasped. Their boss had such a powerful punch, but the boy blocked it so lightly?
"It turns out you are quite capable." The guy snorted coldly, withdrew his fist, and then twisted his neck, making a crackling sound, and the ferocious smile on his face became even worse, "But, I like it even more. The more I resist, the more
It tastes good." As he spoke, he stretched out his tongue and touched it on his lips.
He Zhenzhong was not going to waste time. He wanted to solve the problem as soon as possible and find someone. With his toes, he knew that the United States would not let him go and the torturers would come at any time.
Boom.
He Zhenzhong's body rushed out.
call.
A heavy punch roared past.
A look of vigilance flashed in the guy's eyes. He had been practicing black boxing all year round and was very sensitive to danger. As soon as He Zhenzhong made a move, a chill rose in his vest and quickly spread throughout his body.
Dangerous, extremely dangerous.
He Zhenzhong gave him a stronger sense of danger than any opponent he had ever encountered before.
In just an instant, he went all out, and all his strength rushed toward his right hand crazily. The muscles in his body grew and hardened, and it seemed as if his right arm had grown thicker in an instant.
call.
A heavy punch was thrown.
The prisoners around him had excited faces and wild eyes. Their boss took action with all his strength, and the boy's anus could not be saved.
boom.
Suddenly, many people's eyes widened, and they blocked it again?
call.
He Zhenzhong retracted his right hand and punched him again.
boom.
boom.
boom.
The dull sound of flesh smacking kept sounding.
Deng Deng Deng.
That guy was punched one after another by He Zhen, and he kept retreating. His face was already livid. Damn it, he was no match for this pure strength-based punch.
The prisoners around him were also swallowing saliva. The boss, who was nearly two meters tall and weighed more than two hundred kilograms, was beaten back by a thin, weak, gentle-looking boy with his fists? This, they all
Some people have doubts about whether they have been imprisoned for too long. Have Asians risen outside?
call.
He Zhenzhong punched him again, but the guy jerked his body to one side, dodged, and then swung out his fist. He was not a fool. If he couldn't fight with a fist, he would change his method.
His fist brushed against the guy's body, and He Zhenzhong's fingers suddenly spread out, slightly bent into the shape of an eagle's claw. Due to the excessive force, the knuckles were highlighted.
call.
Wow.
"ah."
Screams rang out, and five blood grooves appeared on the guy's chest. It was bloody, the flesh was torn, and blood was dripping down.
The guy quickly closed his fist, stepped back, and dropped his right hand to his chest and touched it. His face was twisted into a ball, and there was a trace of horror in his eyes. Are that guy's fingers made of steel? It actually scratched him.
muscles.
The prisoners around him all looked pale, staring at He Zhenzhong's five fingers on his right hand that were still dripping with blood. They were horrified. What on earth were this guy's fingers made of? Just scratching them showed blood grooves deep into the bones. It was so shocking.
.
Deng Deng.
He Zhenzhong's body rushed past quickly. This time, he raised his hands and bent his fingers.
The guy gritted his teeth and stared at He Zhenzhong, his eyes full of murderous intent. He dared to hurt him. He must make He Zhenzhong regret and regret coming into this world.
call.
He wrapped his right hand around and touched it from his waist.
Swish.
A flash of cold light flashed.
A thin blade appeared between his fingers.
call.
His right hand moved towards He Zhenzhong.
He Zhenzhong naturally saw it, and his expression did not change at all. He stretched out his right hand, straightened his five fingers, spread his index and middle fingers, and pinched them.
The guy's eyes suddenly widened? Holding the blade between his fingers and grabbing the blade with his bare hands? Chinese Kung Fu? There was a whoosh in his heart, and a bone-chilling chill arose in his heart.
The right hand waved.
Snapped.
A crisp sound sounded, and the blade broke.
Boom.
He Zhenzhong kicked his foot and jumped violently.
boom.
His left fist knocked back the guy's fist, He Zhenzhong waved his right hand, and a cold light flashed.
Feeling a coldness and itching on his neck, the guy immediately stopped all movements and stood there frozen, his body shaking non-stop. He knew that if he moved again, the sharp blade would cut his artery.
The fierce-looking prisoners around them also became quiet, and they were all retreating. The boss was no match, let alone them. Moreover, wouldn't it be better if the boss died, so that they would also have a chance to become the boss?
"Besides me, are there any other Chinese in this prison?" He Zhenzhong asked.
What? Did he really come in to find someone? The guy wanted to cry. Why would he do this if he wanted to find someone? It was too disharmonious. He could only grit his teeth and said, "No, no, yes."
He Zhenzhong moved his right hand slightly, and a trace of blood flowed out from the guy's neck.
At a glance, the guy's face turned a bit paler, and he nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes, yes, not long ago, he was wearing glasses and was locked up. Well, it seems to be in the No. 3 prison cell."
."
"You are dismissed."
boom.
After being kicked in the stomach, the guy took a few steps back.
"Give me.."
call.
puff.
"Ah." Before the guy could finish his words, a shrill scream rang out. The broken blade was stuck in his right eye. The eyeball had exploded and blood was flowing out.
The guy bent over and kept trying to raise his hand, but the pain was so painful that he didn't dare to pull out the blade.
Knowing that these guys were not so easy to be honest, He Zhenzhong stood there, glanced around the shocked prisoners, and said softly: "Whoever blows his anus, I will make him the boss."
The guy's body trembled, "Which one of you dares?"
Maybe he didn't dare before, but now, he is no longer He Zhenzhong's opponent. Who doesn't want to be the boss and be powerful?
After just a moment of hesitation, several capable guys rushed towards the guy.
Bang bang.
"ah."
He Zhenzhong took a glance and turned around, walked to the door of the prison cell, and looked outside. He had just been escorted over, and he had already seen the number of Cell No. 3, which was at the end of the corridor, next to the heavy iron door.
By the door.
Can a scientist survive in a place like this? He Zhenzhong grabbed the railing. It seemed that he understood the situation and had to take action quickly.