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Ye Cheng had a calm expression on his face. He strolled casually in front of the market and disdainfully said, "What rules? Tell me."

As the boss of this cell, he had seen a lot of prisoners. He had never seen such a rash young man who thought he was staying at home. His two large eyes revealed a vicious gaze, and he assumed a posture as if he was the king of the heavens. He shouted, "Kneel!"

Ye Cheng could not help but sneer and feigned ignorance as he said, "Only a grandson would kneel to my grandfather. If you want to kneel to me, I can't take responsibility."

The group of criminals looked at Ye Cheng as if they were looking at a fool, and roared with laughter. The people on the lower bunk bed stood up, and the people on the upper bunk jumped down one after another. With this stance, with just a single command from Pi Zi, he was ready to gang up on Ye Cheng.

"F * ck!" "Bro, give me a few slaps on the face and let this brat not know what's good for him."

"So slapping you is the rule of the cell!" I did it for the others. " All of a sudden, Ye Cheng gave the infamous man a big slap in the face. His voice was so straightforward that even the guards at a distance away from the cell could clearly hear it …

A golden light appeared in his eyes, and his cheeks swelled up. His teeth were almost knocked out as he stood up in anger.

Before he could do anything else, Ye Cheng had already wrapped his arms around his neck at lightning speed and heavily hit him on the stomach with his knee. After being hit by this iron knee, Pao Zi was confused and threw up all over dinner. Ye Cheng didn't plan on stopping just like that. He grabbed the back of the son with both hands and threw him onto the ground. A two-hundred-pound man was like a dead chicken.

Ye Cheng stomped his foot on the big head and asked mockingly, "What other rules do you have? Tell me?"

Ye Cheng's actions were completed in one go, shocking the other six prisoners. Even the boss of the prison was like a piece of paper in front of this man. The prisoners were all frozen on the spot, no one daring to step forward to help him.

The prisoners in the cell were never lacking in murderers, the gangsters were hitmen, and fiendish demons. The prisoners were all muttering in their hearts, could it be that this fellow was an expert in the underworld?! In front of him, three or five people were nothing.

A quick-witted criminal turned around and ran to the door of the cell. He pounded on the iron window and shouted, "The people have been beaten, the police are coming."

After shouting for a long time, there was no sound from outside the cell. Liu Guanghui had already informed the police officer guarding the cell. No matter what happened in the cell tonight, there was no need to care. When the policemen outside heard the shout, they acted as if they didn't hear it, and continued doing whatever they had to do, not paying attention at all.

"At least you're sensible!" Ye Cheng had a grudge with Wang Ba Hu and purposely dealt with him by the police. He didn't have a grudge with Pi Zi, he just didn't like that guy's domineering attitude. He only wanted to teach him a lesson and vent his anger, there was no need to be fierce. He slowly lifted his feet and leisurely sat on the bed with Pi Zi.

The man, whose martial arts skills were the most respected, was completely convinced of Ye Cheng's prowess. He carefully spat out a mouthful of blood and stood up. He said with a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing, "Brother, I respect you. From now on, you are the boss of this cell. Speak — I will not speak twice."

He turned around and shouted to the prisoners, "All of you are blind. Hurry up and greet the boss."

Ye Cheng didn't want to waste his youth by staying in prison for a few years. He took a drag from his cigarette and blew out a cool ring of smoke. " Actually, Big Bro hasn't been the boss for many years. "