Son of Heaven

But the baton on his arm was really cruel and painful. He gave the guard a gloomy look, and he had already remembered his appearance in his heart, and vowed that if he went out one day, he would definitely deal with him severely.

The guard came over and handcuffed him, pulled off the handcuffs, and gave him a baton on the head, beating him while yelling, "Go back with me, let's see how big a wave you can make today." As he spoke, Has dragged him away.

After a while, there was a rattling sound outside the cell, and with a bang, the big iron door opened again, and Han Ping walked in with a bruised nose and a swollen face wearing a pair of one-piece hand and foot shackles weighing twenty catties. It seems that he has suffered a lot.

Zhang Shoulong and the others were sitting in front of him, as if they were waiting for him to "return with honor", seeing this situation, they couldn't help grinning happily, "You deserve it, you dare to come here to play tricks, and you dare to play tricks on me? Brothers, play with him to death." Zhang Shoulong smiled sullenly, jumped down with bare feet, regained his prestige, and pointed to his nose.

Han Ping gritted his teeth and didn't dare to play tricks anymore. He was not stupid, and he could vaguely guess that there might be something wrong with it.Maybe it's because Liang Chen sent someone here to blackmail him.He clearly remembered the bloody words that Liang Chen burst out from between his teeth when he saw Wu Ze's injury.What's more terrible is that the person who slashed Wu Ze was his subordinate.Thinking of Liang Chen's methods, he shuddered a little. [

Thinking of this, he took two steps back, went straight to the big iron gate, and knocked on the big iron gate desperately, "Discipline, discipline, someone is going to beat me, I want to change the cell." , and no one responded to him, which confirmed his guess even more, and his heart became heavier.

"Scream, scream as hard as you want, even if your throat is broken, no one will answer you. Brothers, let him eat a pot of meat first." Zhang Shoulong said with a smile, and with a wave of his hand, the two younger brothers next to him Having already run over to hold him up, another punch hit him hard in the stomach.

"Wow", Han Ping felt his entire stomach turned upside down by this forceful punch. His stomach was overwhelmed, and he couldn't help vomiting. At the same time, the aggrieved heart was indescribable.Wearing [-]-jin one-piece shackles, he has no strength to fight back at all, no matter how capable he is, he can only let others beat him now.

"Show him another color TV." Zhang Shoulong howled beside him with extreme excitement as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

The other boy had already taken the tin bucket used to clean the toilet and put it on his head. The person next to him took the mop pole and went up to shine on the tin bucket with a "bang".

Han Ping only felt that his eyes were full of gold stars, his eyes were red and green, and his whole head was buzzing, as if watching a color TV.After knocking it several times in a row, his ears were so shaken that he was almost deaf, his legs went limp, and he couldn't help but fell down.

"You two, set him up and give him a scent. Dare to struggle and let him taste the fist." Zhang Shoulong howled.

The so-called smelly smell means that a few people went to the toilet to piss a few times one after another, but they didn't flush, and they were so angry that they dragged Han Ping over, put their faces on the toilet, and smelled the burnt yellow urine. It smells like urine, so I can't move.

The so-called cross-legged is to make Han Ping sit there cross-legged, which is also a disguised form of physical punishment in the chant.

Poor Han Ping is really a tiger in peace now. Whether it is the spring breeze when he was in Beijing or the majesty when he was an old man in Province J, now he has turned into a pile of stinky shit, and he is at the mercy of others. Don't dare to struggle a little, otherwise you will be punched and kicked.