Sister, you miss me

Chen Lin wanted to say something, but Yang Feng held her back. Yang Feng shook his head: "Sister Lin, why bother to insult yourself."

"But you..."

"Yang Feng, right?" The old policeman had a dark face and took off his handcuffs from his back: "You are suspected of assaulting a policeman, come back to the office for investigation."

"Sure enough, it's a raccoon dog."

"You..." Director Feng, without a second word, put handcuffs on Yang Feng, still stuck to the deepest one.

"Hiss——" Yang Feng took a breath, and for the first time in his life tasted the taste of wearing handcuffs. The blood in the wrist was strangled, and it was not only painful.

"Let's go." Director Feng pulled the handcuffs, and Yang Feng felt another heart-wrenching pain.

"Director Feng, you are really inverted, right and wrong?" Chen Lin asked excitedly.

Director Feng sneered coldly: "We are uncertain. We have to decide whether it is a judge's business. Save effort and find a good lawyer for him!"

Seeing Yang Feng being pressed into the police car, Chen Lin felt that the sky was falling and sat on the ground.

Yang Feng shouted heartbrokenly: "Sister Lin, rest assured, I will be fine! Don't tell my family or do stupid things, I will be fine, I promise!"

The police car whizzed away, and Chen Lin's eyes were hazy with tears. When she saw two stinky tofu on the table, she burst into tears.

"No, Yang Feng has done so many things for me, I can't let him do anything, absolutely can't."

Chen Lin hurriedly searched her intestines and thought about the relationship she could use, and finally found that only Gao Qinsheng was sad.

For Yang Feng, Chen Lin did the same, dialing Gao Qinsheng's cell phone without hesitation, but did not expect to turn it off.

As a result, Chen Lin suddenly turned into an ant on a hot pot, spinning around, and finally took the car key and rushed out of the cake room.

Yang Feng entered the police station for the first time and was also temporarily detained for the first time.

Suddenly came in, feeling a bit like a school dance classroom, Yang Feng was handcuffed to a crossbar on the wall.

When he was alone, he began to observe the environment here.

The interrogation room is a large room, about forty to fifty square meters, with white walls and concrete floors, with the words "be lenient in confession and strict in resistance" on the wall.

Above the head is an incandescent lamp, an irregular iron table is placed in the middle of the house, and four iron chairs are placed on both sides.

Besides, there is nothing else.

The crossbars on the wall are also delicate, they are not high or low, and the suspect is handcuffed and can only squat.

This is undoubtedly a kind of torture. While Yang Feng was slandering which abnormal design was made, the iron door opened and Director Feng and the young policeman walked in.

Director Feng had a dark face, and ordered the policeman: "Bring it here."

So Yang Feng was untied from the bar and handcuffed to the chair again.Until then, Yang Feng discovered that the chair was fixed on the ground.

The little policeman threw the iron clamp in his hand on the iron table, and looked at Yang Feng contemptuously. Director Feng was still dark and unpredictable.

The little policeman broke the silence: "Let's talk about it."

Yang Feng said indifferently, "What? Oh, yes, you came back from the hospital so soon? Is it okay to stop the injury?"

The little policeman gritted his teeth: "I really admire your calmness, but soon you will cry, because you will sit through the bottom of the prison, it is tears behind bars."

"Oh, why?"

"Why? You are so courageous enough that even ordinary people can sue you with such a heavy hand against returning to the team, let alone a policeman."

"How much did he hurt?"

The little policeman pulled out an injury report from the clip: "Look for yourself."

Yang Feng has one hand that is free, and he doesn't accept it: "I don't understand."

"Then let me tell you, the bridge of the nose is broken, and the three ribs are broken."

"It's okay!"

"You..." The little policeman was choked with anger.

"Xiao Zhao, you don't need to be tried, go through the formalities and send it to the detention center."

"This……"

"Just do it!" Director Feng said and left the meeting.

The policeman Xiao Zhao sneered: "Yang Feng, sent you to the detention center overnight, you can see how blessed you are, enjoy it."

After arriving at the police station, everything on his body was found and put in a transparent plastic bag. Yang Feng felt that this was quite standard.

When he was taken into the detention center, Yang Feng felt that the police were very efficient.

The Beiguan Detention Center is not large in scale. As a county-level unit, there are not so many criminals who need to be temporarily placed in prison.

There was only one room, as he had learned on the Internet, the upper and lower floors were full of shops, dark, damp, cold, and smelly.

The newcomer reported that immediately attracted forty or fifty pairs of thief eyes, but Yang Feng looked at the guy on the bunk by the door, who should be the legendary cell boss.

Dao's eyebrows, bright eyes and distinct facial features, he is about to catch up with himself.

Yang Feng was scoring silently in his heart, and a eunuch-like voice rang in his ears: "Newcomer, do you understand the rules?"

Yang Feng shook his head blankly.

"Squat down, hold your head with both hands."

Yang Feng was very obedient.

The eunuch continued, "What did you commit?"

"Assault the police." Yang Feng seeks truth from facts.

"Hiss——" A cold breath suddenly sounded in the room.

The eunuch's voice didn't expect this to be the answer, and the alternate lines were a little unsustainable, and it took a long time to say: "Why beat the police?"

"The police bullied the Liang family's woman, and I beat the injustice."

"So you are a hero?"

"Don't be it."

The eunuch's voice finally found the point of entry: "If you are paralyzed, give you some color and open the dyeing workshop, give you some sunshine and you will be bright, and the police will dare to fight. Let's see what you can do first?"

Before the eunuch's voice fell, dozens of prisoners rushed over, trying to drown Yang Feng in numbers.

Taking a break from his busy schedule, Yang Feng also glanced at the prison tyrant on the upper bunk, and then simply put his hands up.

Immediately afterwards, the first prisoner slapped his face with a punch, Yang Feng calmly avoided, and hit the bridge of his nose with a punch.

With a muffled sound, the opponent's nosebleeds burst like fireworks.

Unfortunately, despite the appreciation, one prisoner fell, and dozens of them rushed forward without hesitation.

In the face of the group attack, Yang Feng had no choice but to unfold his quick and lightning speed.

Of course, you can't blindly dodge. At this time, Yang Feng knows the acupuncture points of the human body. Therefore, every fist is targeted, and if you go down all at once, you will have no power to fight back.

Within a few breaths, more than a dozen groaning prisoners had fallen around Yang Feng, but he just saw sweat on his forehead and the corners of his mouth were a little swollen.

The prison tyrant who had been so busy had already sat up straight and looked at the newcomer Yang Feng intently.

Yang Feng's combat power is undoubtedly amazing. Dozens of prisoners hesitate to push me.

The eunuch screamed in anger: "Go on, give it to Lao Tzu, I still don't believe it, so many people can't turn it over... Ah -"

No one can see Yang Feng's body clearly, but they can clearly see that Yang Feng's hand crossed a delicate neck, and he lifted a hundred jin body easily.

"Ahem... let go... I'm breathless." It was the eunuch's intermittent voice.

With Yang Feng's strength, the prisoners had no doubt that Yang Feng could easily squeeze that neck.

"Awesome, amazing, eye-opening." Of course it was the prison tyrant who spoke. He jumped off the upper bunk and applauded gently.

Yang Feng looked at the prison tyrant.

Nearly 1.8 meters tall, he is a match for himself, but this kid has a big build, naked and bronze upper body, two chest muscles, eight abdominal muscles, and the back deltoid muscles are clearly visible.

However, there are many ugly scars like earthworms climbing on the bare skin, but they do not affect the observation at all, and even add a bit of masculine beauty.

Yang Feng smiled faintly, threw the eunuch's voice out, and stood opposite the prison tyrant.

"We have two tricks." Prison overbearing.

"I am a person who doesn't like to be rough."

Before Yang Feng's voice fell, he was interrupted by a "hush".

"I'm afraid I can't help you."

"Never mind, the night is long, play with you."

"It's a big breath, look at the move."

A group of prisoners began to shout: "Kill him, kill him, kill him..."

Yang Feng could see that this kid was younger than himself, but there was a sense of murder in him. At the same time, to be honest, this kid was not lazy and looked pretty.

Yang Feng is not interested in men, but just looking at this kid kindly, he wondered, could it be the love of another life.

The whimsical I wanted to laugh, the prison tyrant had already punched him without any fancy, and Yang Feng realized that the prison tyrant was not in vain.

What Yang Feng can rely on is speed and body style, but there is a feeling that the opponent has both offense and defense, without flaws.

Yang Feng stretched out his hand to press on the opponent's fist front, of course, it was a virtual press, and it was divided with one touch, but still felt an unparalleled force, and Yang Feng slid back several steps.

"interesting."

"To each other."

Yang Feng moved suddenly, still at a dizzying speed. He circled around the prison tyrant and hit five punches and three kicks, only three punches and one kick.

However, the other party's rough skin, or steel and iron bones, did not respond.

Through the two rounds of fighting, Yang Feng has recognized the opponent's perverted offense and defense.

I can't catch the opponent's attack or break the opponent's defense. How can I fight this?

A little weak, a little bit stronger than the one caught by Jing Song.

When Yang Feng was analyzing the prison tyrant, the prison tyrant was also analyzing Yang Feng.

At this moment, the prisoner said: "It's me."

"Waiting at any time."

Suddenly the prison tyrant strode forward, adding his fists and feet, opening and closing, only defending but not offensive, and he was extremely powerful.

Yang Feng just retreated steadily, and he had already reached the toilet behind him. The scent that pierced his nasal cavity straight into his soul shocked Yang Feng.

Martial arts masters all have a guard. Don't say he is an ordinary person, Yang Feng feels that he should attack his "weak underbelly."

Weaknesses do not only refer to the underbelly, but various key points.

Of course, for the time being, Yang Feng didn't consider the lower shade, and Yang Feng felt that he was still an honest gentleman.