Zhang Feng woke up and it was already dinner time. The nine men in the 3-9 cells were squatting on the ground in a row. At first glance, they looked like a full toilet, which made Zhang Feng stunned.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing the scream, Zhao Qiang quickly stood up, walked over with his waist and his back like a traitor, stopped two meters away, and said with his waist: "Boss, dinner is coming. I see that you are sleeping soundly and I didn't dare to wake you up. We can't leave you alone, you don't care. I'll make the decision. No one is allowed to eat. When you wake up, eat first!"

"Wow!" Zhang Feng spoke in surprise, asking this guy to act as a traitor who leads the way for the Japanese without using makeup.

Who would have thought that Zhao Qiang, who was extremely vicious and looked like a big boss in the world, was actually the same person as Zhao Qiang, who was like the one in front of him?

“What are you eating?”

Zhang Feng asked with a big golden sword sitting beside the bed.

Zhao Qiang had the sensibility and was even more good at pleasing people. He quickly directed the others and carried three stainless steel basins over.

Zhang Feng saw a pot of steamed buns, a pot of cabbage, a pot of potatoes, a pot of rice soup, and nothing else, and the corners of his mouth began to cramp.

"Do you usually eat this?"

"Boss, it's not a hotel. Apart from being full, there's nothing good to eat. There's an opportunity to improve your food every week. As long as you're not locked up, you can eat pork or chicken." Zhao Qiang said with a dry smile, with a bitter look on his face.

It is impossible to have a big meal in the cell, otherwise instant noodles would not become a hard currency in prison.

Zhang Feng nodded and understood, and said in a deep voice: "Renovate well in prison and be a good person in the future. At least if you want to eat something delicious, just buy it."

Zhao Qiang just wanted to cry, but he didn't have to be brave and fierce. He didn't study hard when he was a child and was useless when he grew up. From the beginning, he thieved and robbed directly, so that he could have a full meal.

Later, he entered the debt collection company and then went to the detention center. After a while, he would go to court to pronounce the verdict.

"Boss, your surname is Gao, what did you come in?"

Zhao Qiang sorted out his emotions and wanted to get close to Zhang Feng. As he said this guy tentatively sat down on the bed next to Zhang Feng.

Three stainless steel basins containing food were also held by three people. Everyone was hungry and roaring, but no one dared to say it.

Zhang Feng wanted to teach these people a lesson. How many good people are there when they go to the detention center?

"I... Zhang Feng, what I did..." pretended to be deep and sighed, looking a little heartbroken.

In fact, many people who entered the detention center have long started to regret it, and Zhang Feng looks very similar.

When Zhao Qiang saw this attitude, he felt that it was his opportunity. If he could find such a ruthless person to be his elder brother, he would have a backer in addition to prison in the future.

"Brother, just talk about it casually, just treat us as all listeners, so you can vent your depression." Zhao Qiang comforted, and actually reached out and patted Zhang Feng on the shoulder.

Zhang Feng turned his head and looked at him with a faint look, "Do you really want to hear it?"

Zhao Qiangqiang nodded with fear in his heart.

"Okay, I'll say."

Zhang Feng took a deep breath and began to tell the story of what happened to the trip to the Philippines. First, it was having fun on a cruise ship, and then the mercenary group raided, and it continued until he picked up hundreds of people and finally the plane was destroyed and crashed.

However, the nine men in the siege did not hear anything on the plane at all. They were stunned and looked at Zhang Feng with a look of gods, admiring and terrifying, and sitting on the ground with a plop, shaking hands and feet.

"Gudong!" Zhao Qiang swallowed his saliva and asked dryly: "Brother Zhang Feng, you... have killed more than 300 people alone?"

As he said that, he almost bit his tongue.

"Oh..." Zhang Feng sighed and looked at the roof. "I don't want to do it either. They forced me. Another one, there are more than a hundred people killed by me. The others are all fuel tankers they drove themselves, and they were burned to death, and they have nothing to do with me!"

"Hundreds of people are killed!"

Zhao Qiang shouted out in dismay, and the others were scared and trembled.

Awesomeness is not a brag, so someone came out to testify immediately. The saying had spread long ago. There was a ruthless man who fought against the Philippines and killed six bosses and thousands of warriors. It was a bloody river.

If that ruthless man hadn't been interested in unifying the Philippines, he wouldn't have robbed territory and killed me and I would have killed you like now.

"I didn't expect that ruthless man is you, boss." A thin guy said pleased.

Zhang Feng sighed again: "What's there to be proud of? Is killing fun?"

"It's not fun, it's not fun!" the guy responded quickly.

No one else dared to speak out. As Zhang Feng taught Zhao Qiang a lesson before, they didn't suspect that Zhang Feng was lying. The key is, who dared to claim the situation rashly, and isn't afraid that people from the Philippines will come to take revenge?

Zhao Qiang's attitude became better and better, and he asked in a low voice: "Boss, what did you come in? Logically speaking, it is still in the Philippines that the police in our country should not care about it."

Zhang Feng glanced at him and said indifferently: "Someone falsely accused me of being a pirate, robbed the cruise ship, and killed 436 innocent tourists."

“…”

There was another silence in the cell, and no nine men dared to speak out.

Zhang Feng's cruel image has been deeply engraved in their hearts, and no one dares to act rashly.

Zhao Qiang said carefully: "Boss, your business is not easy to deal with!"

"Hmph, it doesn't matter. If you can't find any evidence, I will take you out and let's go abroad to make a living!" Zhang Feng pretended to be loyal and patted Zhao Qiang on the shoulder.

Zhao Qiang was shot to the ground and couldn't stand up because his feet were weak.

With a pale face, he grabbed Zhang Feng's trouser legs and whispered: "Boss, I don't dare to do this. We are in China. If we don't make a fuss, we will be surrounded by thousands of people. The consequences will be that peanuts will be sieve!"

Everyone else knelt down, and they were all so scared.

Nowadays, no matter how awesome a bandit is, it is not as awesome in China...

"Okay, okay, get up, the food is cold, eat!"

Seeing that these bastards were ashamed, Zhang Feng stopped talking. The first one was to stew potatoes with cabbage in a bowl, and took two steamed buns, and sat on the bed to have a meal.

The food was not delicious, but it could fill your stomach. Zhang Feng didn't care about how good or bad the food was. He crawled in the snow for three days to ambush the target, and then relied on a little compression of biscuits to maintain his physical fitness. When he was thirsty, he grabbed a handful of snow until the target appeared, and shot the target's head one kilometer away, and then left.
Chapter completed!