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"I didn't expect the jail to be so carefree.

"As Yang Zhi breathed in and out, he looked at the surrounding police posts. The surrounding walls were filled with guards walking back and forth with real guns and live ammunition, but although Yang Zhi was smoking and being served, no one bothered with him.

Yang Zhi had stayed in American prisons before, and it was the same as this scene and the same treatment.

However, this feeling was quickly disrupted by a large person.

A big guy with especially well-developed muscles led a group of around seven to eight subordinates and walked over. However, before he could even get close to Yang Zhi, he was stopped by the new Brothers that surrounded him.

What a joke, during last night's battle, Yang Zhi fought alone against more than 10 people, he had completely bewitched these criminals and respected him as the new boss. These prisoners were all followers, and now that he had changed to a new boss and become a lackey, he naturally knew what a lackey was supposed to do.

"F * cking hell, where did this brat come from? Wang Xiaodong is also trash!"

He couldn't even deal with a university student!

You dregs from the coal mines too, more than a dozen people were beaten into submission by a university student, in the future, don't even mention knowing me, Zhang Butcher!

Pui!

"After being stopped by Yang Zhi's new lackey, the bald man who called himself the butcher spat on the ground and landed on Yang Zhi's shoes.

The new Brothers that Yang Zhi had accepted immediately flew into a rage, and a dozen or so people stood up without any signs of weakness, and started to fight with the people that skinhead had brought, and just as it seemed, it was going to become a fight, with the other prisoners surrounding them walking over. Yang Zhi saw that the guards on the wall were pretending not to see, and continued to patrol.

Yang Zhi looked at the skinhead and stood up with the cigarette in his mouth, then slowly walked over.

"skinhead, your saliva is the one that dirtied my shoes, right?

"Yang Zhi has already walked over, his subordinates have all opened up a path, and there are even quite a few people who are rejoicing in his misfortune.

Last night's battle had left an indelible mark on their hearts, Yang Zhi was like a war god, the terrifying fighting strength of over a dozen people caused their bodies to tremble every time they thought about it, luckily, they were all part of Boss Yang Zhi's group now, they were all following him to bully others!

Their gazes towards skinhead and the rest turned a little more mocking.

"So what if I puke!?"

F * ck!

A dead pretty girl!

Look at this!

Do you believe that I will dig out your eyeballs!?

"The skinhead trembled a little from Yang Zhi's gaze, just like how a prey would feel when looking at heaven and earth. However, when he thought about the accuracy of this morning's gaze, the skinhead became unyielding again, angrily roaring at Yang Zhi as saliva flew everywhere, almost flying into Yang Zhi's face.

Yang Zhi raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

skinhead immediately became alert, and his men all assumed battle postures.

"Did you see that, it's a punching bag!"

"Yang Zhi raised his fist and used the Star Lord's classic lines from the movie < Kung Fu > and said to skinhead.

"Hahahaha!"

"skinhead was startled, seeing that Yang Zhi's tightly clenched fist, which was not even half the size of his own palm, immediately laughed out loud, and even his Brothers began to laugh out loud.

Boom! *

A burst of fierce winds blew past, causing everyone's vision to blur, but skinhead was already lying on the ground, taking the chance to take a look at them. Yang Zhi kicked him down, stepping on the back of skinhead's hand.

"AHH!"

"A pig-like scream came out of skinhead's mouth, waking everyone up.

"Boss!"

"The disciples of the skinhead shouted and rushed forward. Yang Zhi's subordinates also rushed forward.

Yang Zhi's right foot stepped on the back of skinhead's hand, his left foot lifted and flashed like lightning. With a single attack,'s seven subordinates all flew out, flying five to six meters before landing on the ground and sliding two more meters before stopping, all of them clutching their stomachs while spitting out fresh blood.

"AHH!"

"skinhead's screams became even more miserable.

Yang Zhi's seven legs moved so fast that no one could clearly see them, and it seemed as if they could only hear one sound before those people were sent flying by Yang Zhi.

Thinking about that, Yang Zhi's subordinates all looked at skinhead's underlings, and saw a fresh shoe print on their chest and abdomen!

Yang Zhi really kicked seven times!

The speed of the attack was so fast that everyone could only hear the sound of it!

Gasps sounded one after another.

"Lick it clean."

"Yang Zhi retracted his left foot, blew out a smoke ring, and looked at skinhead who was stepped on by him in disdain.

As he said that, Yang Zhi's right foot increased in strength by a bit.

"AHH!"

Lick!

Lick!

"skinhead's howl finally loosened Yang Zhi's legs a little.

Seeing the blood on the back of his shoes as he stepped on the shoes, and the saliva that he spat just now, skinhead crawled over with trembling body and thick Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He was actually hesitating.

"I don't want to say it again.

"Yang Zhi said impatiently.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"skinhead is meek and submissive. His forehead is covered in sweat and he quickly lowered his head to lick it.

When the officer in charge of the jail arrived with the guards, only skinhead and his seven subordinates were left lying on the ground. Yang Zhi had already sat back down and took a Soft China from his subordinate.

"You two, watch out a bit more. If you make any more unusual movements, go directly to the electric shock stick. You might not even make it. Call the guards."

"Outside the death cell, the superintendent said harshly to the two officers, Little Yang and Little Zhang.

"Yes!"

Sir!

"The two policemen saluted.

After watching the lieutenant walk away, the two of them let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hey, what do you think Yang Zhi is doing? Even the superintendent seemed to be afraid of him.

"Little Zhang prodded Little Yang with his arm and asked in puzzlement.

"How would I know? This brat was sent here late last night, I don't know the specifics, but I heard that he was sent here directly by the General Department.

"Little Yang waved his hand and pushed away Little Zhang's hand, saying," The food is here, let the people who bring the food come over. I'm also hungry.

"Lunch time, inside the death cell, Yang Zhi was sitting alone on the ground and wolfing down his food. A dozen or so big faced food bowls were placed in front of him, and he could eat anything he wanted. However, the other prisoners in this cell are currently trembling with fear as they squatted in the corner, swallowing their saliva as they watched their new boss eat.

After eating until he was full, Yang Zhi climbed onto his bed and waved towards the two criminals, who immediately walked over with small steps that were all smiles as they lit a stick of soft Chinese wine for Yang Zhi. The other man rinsed his mouth and started to massage Yang Zhi again, serving Yang Zhi a comfortable meal so that they could have a meal under their boss's benevolence, if there was anyone who was dissatisfied, everyone would have turned into panda cats.