"Biyan Minglu...what is that?" Wei Long was so scared by the expression of Feng Lei Zhenren that he just wanted to tremble. He endured it to stand firm.

Feng Lei Zhenren snorted: "Of course it's a good thing. The treasures passed down by my master back then were used in them. I collected them for decades before I had a bottle!"

As he said that, he seemed to think Wei Long didn't believe it, so he got up and fumbled in his backpack for a while, and escaped a small green bottle, the size of a thumb.

"Don't look at this thing not big, just one drop can kill a monk. Instead, killing warriors requires a larger amount, because their true energy quality and quantity are too small." Feng Lei Zhenren said and threw the bottle to Wei Long.

“Yes, yes, yes…”

Wei Long agreed for a while, but he didn't dare to put it in his pocket as if it was too hot.

"Go out. I want to use my energy to heal my wounds. My right arm needs Zhang Feng's body to repair it. If you can kill Zhang Feng, I will give the Su family a great fortune!" Feng Lei Zhenren narrowed his eyes and waved his hand to let him leave.

Wei Long did not dare to stay, so he hurriedly left the villa and went outside. The door automatically closed, and the slammed and scared the old man almost peed.

"The arm...can it be repaired?"

Wei Long returned to the car with the small porcelain bottle and couldn't help asking.

Of course no one can respond to him. This question requires him to hand over Zhang Feng's body to Feng Lei Zhenren to get an answer.

...

Wei Long got the deadly poison here, while Zhang Feng was sent to the detention center and went directly to the palace for the second time.

"Old Cui, I've come in again just a few days ago. It's very unlucky!"

At the junction, Zhang Feng held his yellow prison clothes and sighed to the sky.

Cui Baocheng looked serious and almost laughed when he heard this. He quickly turned his face and said, "Zhang Feng, stay here, don't make trouble. Escape from the detention center is of the same nature as escaping from prison, and you need to be sentenced!"

Zhang Feng turned his head to look at him and smiled slightly: "Thank you!"

"Thank you, I'm the one who caught you!" Cui Baocheng said righteously, and after he said that, he laughed.

It is enough that Zhang Feng can understand the profound meaning of doing this, at least he will not cause misunderstandings.

The attack was so big. Not only did so many killers die, but there were even monks, which made many people around the Iron and Steel Factory see it, and even videos were leaked.

Cui Baocheng can no longer control the development of the situation. All he can do is to investigate and find the results before the top sends an investigation team.

The lockdown of the core figure in Zhang Feng's incident is to protect him on the one hand, and on the other hand, the women who protect him.

When Zhang Feng is not dead, no one dares to touch his woman!

Of course, Cui Baocheng simply applied for important personnel protection and dispatched armed police officers to move into Jinxiuyuan Community. Any criminal who wants to deal with Zhang Feng's woman has to weigh the consequences.

"By the way, Lao Cui." Zhang Feng remembered something, leaned closer and whispered: "The last time a killer attacked me, the main messenger behind me was the Su family. I believe this time it is as unrelated as them."

After saying that, he followed the prison guard into the passage with his prison clothes.

Cui Baocheng kept watching Zhang Feng's figure disappear, and then muttered: "Of course I know it's the Su family, but what about the evidence? That family knows how to disguise one more than the other. I'm almost dying of anxiety!"

After saying that, he punched heavily on the wall, which made the police officers accompanying him stunned.

...

What Zhang Feng didn't expect was that he actually came to the last 3-9 cell again. When he entered the door, he saw that it was still the same group of people.

However, there is an exception!

The guy "Bald Qiang" actually squatted in front of the bunk beside the squatting pit and never looked up. If it weren't for his bald head, Zhang Feng wouldn't dare to recognize him.

The door was closed, and the nine prisoners waiting for legal trial still did not stand up, as if something was suppressing them.

"Bald Qiang, I'm back, don't you welcome me?" Zhang Feng threw the prison clothes on a bunk and stood in front of Zhao Qiang.

"Uh..." Zhao Qiang raised his head carefully, opened his mouth without making a sound, and lowered his head again.

When Zhang Feng saw his face, his brows tightened and asked loudly: "Who hit you?"

"No...no!" Zhao Qiang hurriedly denied it and did not dare to look up.

Zhang Feng's face darkened, he pulled up a guy next to him and asked, "Who beat Zhao Qiang?"

The guy shook his head desperately, as if the person in front of him was a beast.

Zhang Feng simply ignored him, pulled another one up, asked the same question, but this guy still didn't dare to say it, lowered his head and pretended to be mute.

Hey! Zhang Feng couldn't figure it out now. Almost every one of these people knew how powerful they were, and they didn't dare to say it. It seemed that someone scared them all.

"Stop messing around, they dare not say that because that person is me!"

A lazy voice came.

Zhang Feng looked away and saw a man sitting on the bed beside the window looking up at the sky outside the window, feeling bleak.

With just one glance, Zhang Feng was sure that this guy was a cruel man. He actually felt like he had seen himself in the past, as if he was looking in a mirror, a mirror that could travel through time and space.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Feng turned around and faced him.

The man turned his head and looked at Zhang Feng. He had an expressionless face, in his forties, with a smile on his lips and a sinister look on his face.

"Are you Zhao Qiang's boss?"

"No, it's the boss!" Zhang Feng nodded.

"Tsk!" the man said disdainfully, "It doesn't look very powerful. Did Zhao Qiang conquer the chrysanthemum by you?"

This is too disgusting. It can be seen that this guy is definitely an old gangster who has been in the world for a long time. He is very capable and no one is taken seriously by him.

"What's your name?" Zhang Feng asked again.

"Is the name important?" the man sneered and finally stood up.

At this moment, Zhang Feng realized that there was something wrong with his legs. He lame one leg and stood there with his tilted body, but it did not affect his momentum at all. It actually gave people a feeling of being indifferent to life and death.

"Since you don't want to report your name, there's no need!"

Zhang Feng hates his momentum very much. Such people will bring danger to those who appear around him at any time.

"It's quite crazy, what's your name?" The man seemed to be interested in Zhang Feng.

"You don't need to know!"

A cold light flashed in Zhang Feng's eyes, he stretched out his footsteps, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. In the next moment, there was not enough time for people to blink, so he appeared in front of the man opposite.

"Hmm?" The man was shocked, instinctively took action, and punched him.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong person to pretend.

The moment his fist was raised, Zhang Feng punched him hard in the face.

The dull collision sounded, followed by another sound. The guy who pretended to be strong but refused to report his name fell heavily to the ground, and his eyebrows cracked on the spot, leaving blood all over the ground.
Chapter completed!