80: C80 Fighting to the Death(2)

C80 Fighting to the Death(2)

Ever since the dark-faced man came in, he didn't speak to them at all. Other than eating, sleeping, and going out to take a breather, he had been meditating in that corner like an eminent monk, cultivating internal energy.

He didn't work with Scarface and the others at all. The small mustached man had once been ordered by Scarface to test him and was kicked to the ground by him.

Scarface originally wanted to go and seek justice for the small mustached man, but when he saw the tanned man glaring at him with a murderous look, he didn't dare to act rashly.

He knew that if they fought, they would be defeated and injured, which would cause unnecessary trouble. Therefore, he ordered his brothers around him to try their best to avoid provoking him if he did not take the initiative to attack.

Therefore, the black faced man was like air, placed in the corner that was forgotten by them. No one disturbed him, and the black faced man was free. He sat there with his eyes closed, resting and resting.

He did not expect that he would take the initiative to stand up for me today.

Scarface could not hold it in anymore and asked, "black man, we usually mind our own business. Why did you stand up for this kid?"

"The road is unfair, but others will do it," the dark-faced man said coldly. "What you are doing is not right. Let me ask you, how many benefits did you take from others to make this person die?"

"How many benefits did I take from others have nothing to do with you?" The dark-faced man's words had completely angered Scarface. He said loudly, "black man, you should mind your own business. When the time comes, don't blame us for being impolite."

Scarface did some calculations. Other than the seven or eight people who were injured by me, there were more than ten of them.

These people were all strong and strong, and they had combat strength. No matter how strong the dark-faced man was, he was no match for them. Besides, he also had a dagger on him as a weapon to attack and defend himself.

"I would like to see how you treat me so rudely." The black-faced man stood up and approached them step by step. He stood in front of Scarface like an iron tower. He pointed at me, who was lying on the ground after being knocked unconscious and covered in blood. He said coldly, "Ask your men to let this friend go. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

"Bullshit!" Scarface cursed angrily. He shouted at the crowd, "Everyone, attack together and take this meddlesome guy down with me!"

Everyone surrounded the dark-faced man.

"You want to die?" The black-faced man shouted loudly and threw a punch at the people surrounding him.

For a moment, the shadows of his fists collided with each other, and the sound of his flesh beating rang out in unison.

The dark-faced man's tall and powerful voice was like a gorilla, and it shuttled through the crowd. His fist seemed to be smashing a black peach, and it fell on the bodies of these criminals.

In less than a minute, the dozen or so strong men, including the small mustaches, were knocked to the ground by him, and rolled on the ground one by one.

Because the tanned man normally disliked the crafty guy, the small mustache, plus his wonderful performance just now... He took special care of him, and his colleague who had hit him with the Japanese traitor's face. He also broke both of his arms.

"Ah, ah!"

"Aiyo!"

" It hurts, it hurts so much! "

Wave after wave of ghostly wails sounded out. This guard room was like a purgatory on earth, filled with the smell of blood everywhere.

Scarface was stunned by the scene in front of him.

He never thought that the dark-faced man was more powerful than him. He was actually so good at fighting. At this moment, he realized that he had made a serious mistake and felt that he shouldn't have provoked him. Even his intestines turned green with regret.

"You... What are you doing?" Seeing the black-faced man approaching him step by step, Scarface hurriedly took out the dagger in his pocket and threatened, "Don't... Don't come over, I... I..."

Scarface really could not say anything vicious. He just said he would not be polite to him, but it turned out that he was being rude to him.

The dozen or so brothers around him not only did not knock him down, but they also made them like dogs snatching feces, making intimate contact with the ground.

Besides the dagger in his hand, he did not have the capital to bargain with the dark-faced man. He did not have the confidence to speak, and he seemed to be stuttering.

"Do you still want to say things like not being polite to me?" The tanned man forced a playful smile on his face.

"No... No." Scarface saw that the situation was over and begged the dark faced man, "Big brother, let me go. From now on, I will make my brothers... listen to you..."0

"Don't you think it's too late to say that?" The moment he said that, the dark-faced man moved.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed. Scarface's vision turned black, like a dark cloud covering the blue sky. The knife in his hand was instantly snatched by the man, and his throat was also choked by a strong hand.

Huff! Huff! Huff!

With a piercing whistle, Gao Feng led a group of uniformed guards with batons and guns and suddenly rushed in from the outside.

Gao Feng pointed a gun at the tanned man's head and shouted loudly:

"Stop! Let him go!"

The man looked at Gao Feng coldly and threw the dagger he took from Scarface onto the ground.

"Consider yourself lucky, kid. I hope you won't fall into my hands again next time!" The dark-faced man whispered into Scarface's ear. He patted Scarface's face and threw him to the ground like a little chick. He raised his hands.

Two guards quickly ran over and twisted the dark-faced man's hands behind his back. They also put a pair of bright handcuffs on him.

Gao Feng saw that the dark-faced man had been subdued. He looked at everyone lying on the ground and said, "Hurry up and send the lightly wounded to the infirmary for bandaging. The seriously injured person will be sent to the hospital for treatment!"

...

Gao Feng received a phone call from Wang Tian and learned that Director Liang personally ordered to let me go. He was afraid that he would get himself into trouble, so he led a few guards to this ward.

But he was still a step too late. I was seriously injured by Scarface and the others and fell to the ground.

Gao Feng was afraid that something would happen to me and he would not be able to explain it to Director Liang. He panicked and thought, "If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have gotten involved in this mess."

I struggled to stand up from the ground.

Gao Feng saw that I was covered in injuries and my body was extremely weak. He asked hypocritically, "How did these guys injure you to such an extent?"

"You... Who are you?" I looked at him with a pair of sharp eyes.

"I am the prison warden." After Gao Feng introduced himself, he said in an ingratiating manner, "Mr Lee, I am sorry. I really did not think that these suspects would treat you like this. I will arrange for someone to send you to the hospital for a check-up and bandaging..."

I know in my heart that since the man in front of me is the prison warden, without his permission, these suspects would not dare to do anything and would not dare to stab me.

It was obvious that Gao Feng knew everything about this place like the back of his hand. The reason why he acted like this was because he was a cat crying and a mouse pretending to be merciful.

People had to lower their heads under the roof.

My injuries are severe, and I feel that there is no need for me to make things difficult for this Gao Feng, who I have never met before and have no enmity with. Thus, I used all my strength to speak.

"Thank you... Thank you for your good intentions, but..."

Before I could finish speaking, I felt as if my head was as heavy as lead and my ears were filled with noise. Suddenly, my vision went black and I fainted.

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