The fierce monk had a loud voice, even his tone was full of murderous aura, and he shouted: "Go away, don't talk nonsense, newcomers, do you know the rules?"

Jia Simiao pretended to be very scared and asked, "Brother, what are the rules?"

The fierce monk glanced at the prisoner around him and laughed: "It's really a young man, I don't even know any rules. Zhang Xiaosan, go and tell him the rules."

The little girl Zhang was a thin young man. I don’t know what he did and looked a little bit vulgar.

Anyway, Jia Simiao was wearing handcuffs and was not worried about what he could do. He walked a few steps forward and smiled and said, "Young man, you are also a young man, so I will tell you the rules here. Are you looking at the monk next to you? His name is Hu Jiutong, he is the number one murderer in our Junshan Prison and the boss of our prisoners."

Just now, the prison guard called Jiu Ye, probably the entire fierce monk Hu Jiu Ting. The police called the prisoner, and this monk was so vicious. Jia Simiao smiled and said, "Jiu Ye, where am I sleeping?"

Hu Jiutong said, "Where are you sleeping? You actually asked me where I slept? It's so funny."

Zhang Xiaosan also smiled and said, "Boy, are you looking at the manure trough inside? You just sleep there."

"Where? Why didn't I see clearly?"

"Didn't see clearly? Isn't it there..."

Before he could finish his words, Jia Simiao kicked him out. The man fell to the ground and rolled forward a few more times, almost rolling out of the manure trough.

Turning around, Jia Simiao grabbed the prison door with both hands and shouted: "Help, help."

Bang! The big iron door at the outermost part of the corridor has been closed. It has been explained to Hu Jiutong and others to kill Jia Si Miao. Who can still care about him and how can he be called inside? Since no one cares, it will be easy. When Jia Si Miao turned around again, the handcuffs on his wrist actually fell off.

While moving his hands and feet, he smiled and said, "Come on, no matter how loud you shout, you won't be afraid of people hearing it."

It turns out that this kid is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger? He knows the rules in the cell, so why are you pretending to be a pink newcomer? The fierce monk Hu Jiutong grinned, but this would be even more interesting. If ordinary people come in, it is not his turn to take action, and let other prisoners die half-dead. That would be boring.

The more you can fight, the better.

He took a few steps back, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and smiled and said, "Brothers, go up and play with him."

It can be said that the prisoners in the entire Junshan Prison had several murders under their command. This kind of fight was even more common. They saw Jia Si Miao kicking Zhang Xiaosan, neatly and cruelly, and they didn't dare to be careless. They rushed forward and rushed up to follow Jia Si Miao.

What kind of morality is there? Here, if you are afraid of people, it is morality.

The prison cell was quite spacious. Jia Simiao went up and grabbed the fist of a prisoner who rushed up, and then kicked him onto the cement bunk. Then, he dodged to the side, avoided a person's attack, and hit his shoulders violently. The man leaned forward and fell straight to the ground.

"Ah..." He screamed, not thinking about getting up for the time being.

In a short while, Jia Simiao knocked down all of these ten prisoners. They either had fists on their faces, feet on their lower abdomen, or elbows on their cheeks... they didn't have any serious injuries, but they couldn't quickly organize an effective attack.

Jia Simiao clapped his hands and smiled at the fierce monk Hu Jiutong, "How is it? You have seen enough, it's your turn."

Hu Jiutong touched the bald head hard and grinned, "Okay, okay, this is enough. I can't bear to kill you with someone like you who come to practice."

"It's okay, just kill me."

"I am coming."

The evil monk is the real murderer!

He swung his fist in a strong wind and slapped it on Jia Si Miao's head. If this was placed on Jia Si Miao's previous body and blocked it, it would be quite difficult. But now it is different. He has just practiced the flexibly with Liu Gaochan. He can practice his hands on Hu Jiutong.

Jia Simiao did not dodge or dodge, and hit Hu Jiutong's fist. He removed the strength and then integrated into himself. His arm suddenly trembled, and his fist directly shocked Hu Jiutong two steps back.

"Oh, mom, what kind of kung fu is this? There are some tricks."

Hu Jiutong widened his eyes and pounced on him again. In this way, the more he fought, the more he became, the more depressed Hu Jiutong became. Fighting hard was his strength, and Jia Simiao just followed him to fight to the death. Gradually, from the beginning, he shook him back two steps to three, four steps, and five steps... Hu Jiutong didn't understand. Jia Simiao's boxing power was obviously not that strong, so why would there be such a strong rebound force when he shook later?

After fighting hard for a few more times, Hu Jiutong screamed in anger and cursed: "I must have ruined you today."

The other prisoners got up and stood aside, not daring to make do with it. They knew that if the evil monk Hu Jiutong went crazy, anyone would dare to beat him. It would be worth it to be beaten up in vain.

Hu Jiutong rushed forward two steps, shortening the distance with Jia Simiao. Suddenly, he punched Jia Simiao in the chest, and Jia Simiao punched him. Who would have thought that Hu Jiutong's move was actually a false move, and he hit Jia Simiao's head. Jia Simiao dodged to the side, and his head hit the wall behind him firmly.

Bang! The wall made a muffled sound, and Hu Jiutong's head was fine, not even a broken skin. Jia Simiao understood that this guy was practicing the iron-headed skill. Hu Jiutong hit him more than ten times in a row, and Jia Simiao dodged everywhere. He touched the bald head and laughed unrestrainedly: "Come on? You know I'm so powerful."

Jia Simiao smiled, and when he came up again, he suddenly punched him in the head.

In this punch, Jia Simiao used the inch force from Bajiquan. With the elastic force, it was like a heavy hammer, hitting Hu Jiutong's forehead. Hu Jiutong felt a buzzing moment, and his eyes suddenly appeared, his body shaking, and he almost fell to the ground.

Jia Simiao kicked up and kicked his tall and burly body over the cement bunk. Before he could get up, Jia Simiao pounced on him, and his fists fell like raindrops, and he called Hu Jiutong on the head. Don’t you have the iron-headed skills? I will hit you in the head to see who is more ruthless.

Who can stand this?

After being hit by more than ten times in a row, Hu Jiutong couldn't help it and shouted, "I'm convinced, I'm convinced, let me go."

Jia Simiao shouted: "From now on, who is the boss of the cell?"

"You, you are."

"Just understand."

Jia Simiao stood up and jumped to the ground. Who would have thought that Hu Jiutong was so fierce that he pulled out an iron stick as thick as a bowl from the ground of the broken mat in the cement pavilion, swung it around, and slapped it down on the back of Jia Simiao's head. Jia Simiao felt that the wind was different and dodged to the side. Now, Hu Jiutong had a chance, and he beat Jia Simiao in a mess.

If it is said that there is no layout, it is not very similar. But you said that his attacks have layout, right? There are messy ones.

Jia Simiao dodged back and forth, and gradually approached the cement broken wall of the manure trough.

"You go and die."

Hu Jiutong took a big step forward and pointed a stick at Jia Simiao's head. He calculated accurately. The space here is relatively small and Jia Simiao could not escape from the left and right. This stick must have smashed Jia Simiao into the septic tank. Who would have thought that Jia Simiao suddenly rushed forward and came to Hu Jiutong's arms.

His palm clasped Hu Jiutong's wrist, and with the momentum of Hu Jiutong swinging the iron rod forward, he suddenly pulled back. Then, he rubbed and kicked his feet. This was amazing. Hu Jiutong rushed down with his big head, hitting his waist on the cement wall partition, and pierced his head towards the feces trough.

As he was getting closer and closer, Hu Jiutong was stunned. But it was useless for him to struggle. His center of gravity was unstable. Could it be that he really wanted to eat a lot of feces? Slap! Just when his head was about to be hit by the septic tank, Jia Simiao grabbed his legs.

Now, Hu Jiutong's body was facing down, his feet were facing up, and his waist was stuck on the partition of the cement wall. As long as Jia Simiao let go, he would pierce his head down and into the septic tank. Now, it was the weather in early November, and the south was still ten or seven or eight degrees. The stench emitting septic tank was uncontrollably drilling into Hu Jiutong's nose. He was so snot that he had tears in his nose.

Jia Simiao shouted: "Hu Jiutong, are you convinced?"

"I'm convinced, I'm convinced, my little grandpa, I'm really convinced."

"If you dare to be serious with me again, I will stuff you into the septic tank to give you enough food."

"No, no, from now on, you will be my grandfather, you can do whatever you want me to do."

Jia Simiao pulled him up and threw him to the ground with force.

Hu Jiutong gasped heavily. When he recalled the scene just now, he was still scared. A person like him would not frown even if he had a knife on his neck. But now, he was indeed afraid of Jia Simiao. He could not beat him or scold him, so what else could he do?

Hu Jiutong gasped for a while and asked, "My master, don't you know what your name is?"

Jia Simiao sat on the cement pavement, and prisoners such as Zhang Xiaosan would come to do something. Haven't you understood this? In this cell... Oh, no, it should be said that it was the entire Junshan Prison, and it was about to change the boss. Now is not the era of Hu Jiutong, but the young master in front of him.

They came up to massage Jia Simiao's back and legs, and some people lit cigarettes and poured water. The people who served were even more diligent than the ladies in the hotel.

Jia Simiao said: "You all remembered me, my name is Jia Simiao."

Hu Jiutong immediately jumped up and shouted: "Why don't you call Mr. Jia?"

Zhang Xiaosan and others said in unison: "Master Jia."
Chapter completed!