"Now you know you're wrong? Didn't you just collect someone else's cigarettes and want to teach me a lesson?" Lynch swept everyone again, and saw that they were silent one by one. Seeing that his purpose of shock had been achieved, he pointed to the corner and said, "A group of waste, hold my head in my hands and squat at the corner!"

"Yes, yes." The timid prisoner just now was the first to squat in the corner of the wall and hugged his head with both hands.

The remaining prisoners saw Lynch's fierce appearance again, and their necks shrank in fear. They hurriedly squatted in the corner of the wall, fearing that Lynch would be unhappy after waiting.

"You, you..."

The fat man looked at them all the cowards, and in the blink of an eye, he was left standing alone, his face looking even worse than eating a fly.

"Hmm?" Lynch glanced at the fat man and said, "You want to be like the Iron Pillar, right?"

"You, don't think...Oh..."

The fat man wanted to say a few harsh words, but suddenly his face changed. He covered his cheeks and screamed in pain.

"What are you pretending? I'm still trying to do it, why are you calling?" Lynch glared at him.

"Do you think I want to scream, my old habit of toothache is happening again!" The fat man covered his cheeks and grinned in pain, and his whole face was deformed.

There is a saying that toothache is not a disease, but a person will die if he hurts.

However, the fat man's eyes turned, but he was just about to take advantage of the donkey.

He is now in a desperate situation, and he is sure that he can't beat Lynch by himself. He just happened to retreat to avoid losing.

Moreover, these prisoners knew that he had a toothache, so he would not lose face, and he was the eldest brother among these prisoners.

"You guy is lucky, I won't bother you this time." The fat man deliberately exaggeratedly and then leaned against the corner of the wall, pretending to be desperate.

Who knew that Lynch felt that hearing his howling was so ugly, so he waved his hand angrily: "Toothache, come here and let me treat you, so that you can save you howl here."

However, the word "governance" fell into the fat man's ears, but it became another meaning.

These two words are also commonly used by them, basically the clamoring meaning of "I can't cure you."

"No need, my disease is basically impossible to cure." The fat man pretended to be calm and leaned against the corner of the wall, his legs were already trembling.

"I can't cure you?"

What a joke, this toothache cannot be cured. Lynch really can't say that he is a doctor.

But after hearing this, the fat man was frightened. As expected, he still didn't want to let me go. His head suddenly shook like a rattle: "No need, I'm not afraid of anyone who cuts his body. I'm afraid of this tooth pain?"

"If you come, come over, do you hear it?" Lynch shouted impatiently: "I may not be able to treat others."

"You really know how to cure diseases?" The fat man shivered in fear.

"Where is so much nonsense? If you don't treat me, just squat in the corner!" Lynch understood that the more ruthless they were, the more convinced they would be.

The fat man hesitated for a moment and thought to himself that if Lynch wanted to hit him, he would have rushed over and beaten him up long ago. How could he wait until now?

After pondering for a while, the fat man felt a sharp pain from his gums. His face was so painful that he could not care about so much. He walked up to him and said, "Then you treat me, I have been having a toothache for almost a month!"

Lynch glanced at him and said, "You are a tooth, you must be pulled out!"

"Ah? So serious?" The fat man said in surprise.

"It's okay, I'll help you pull it out now!" Lynch stretched out his hand.

"How to pull it out now?" The fat man looked at Lynch suspiciously, and then his face changed drastically. He actually saw Lynch slap him!

"Hey, hey, why are you sucking me?" The fat man exclaimed in horror, but he didn't have time to hide.

There was only a crisp sound of bang.

Lynch slapped the fat man hard on the face. The fat meat on his face shook a few times, and then a loose tooth flew out directly.

In this shot, Lynch was very skillful. The true energy gushed from his fingers, hitting the position of his insect teeth, and there were many acupoints on his face. These true energy poured into the acupoints, which also had the effect of relieving pain.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore!" The fat man pinched his cheeks and screamed happily. Not only did the insect tooth be shot out by Lynch, he didn't hurt at all. He also felt that Lynch's hand seemed to use some magic power, and it felt so cool.

"There is no special tooth extraction tool, so I can only shoot it out." Lynch glanced at the fat man's expression. It was probably about the same, so he was going to go back to the door and sit down.

The fat man recalled the refreshing feeling he had just now, looked at Lynch with a dry cough, "Brother, can you suck me a few times? My teeth seem to hurt a little."

"You don't have tooths here, you just have a little gingivitis, so there's no need." Lynch said angrily.

"Just just slap me a few times. I feel it's much better to be slap a few times." The fat man said anxiously, and there was a hint of pleading in his words.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be pretending, and didn't want to hear him howl, Lynch said, "Then you stretch out the pain position."

"Thank you so much." The fat man looked happy and hurriedly brought the other cheek to Lynch.

Lynch looked at the right position, and the true energy gushed, slapped at a point.

With a bang, the true energy poured into the acupoints and stopped the pain. At this moment, the fat man felt very comfortable being beaten on his face. The feeling made him unable to help but shout: "It feels good! It's so good!"

But this scene shocked the prisoners squatting on the ground just now.

Damn it was slapped in the face, but it was so cool. Has the boss's brain been slapped?

"Hey, you all have any expressions. If you don't believe it, come here and try it. It's really good." The fat man glanced at the prisoners in anger, looked at all of them with contempt. He looked at someone who was unbelievable and said, "You, Knife, come here and let this brother slap a few times! It's great."

"Boss, I think it's better to count it. My teeth don't hurt." The prisoner named Daozi shook his head.

"You fuck you, just come here, otherwise you will think I'm crazy!" The fat man shouted.

"Then, that's OK." Daozi couldn't resist his boss, so he walked to Lynch with a bitter face and said, "Brother, you can give me a few more times, let me see if it's really good."

As he said that, the knife stretched out his face.

But Lynch didn't have time to treat them one by one. Besides, this true qi is not a cabbage, and he has to practice slowly every day to accumulate it. It's a waste to use it on them.

"Okay, you owe it too, right?"

Lynch said, spreading his hand and slapped it hard on the face of the knife.

With a bang, the slap had no true energy, nor did it hit the acupoint. The knife suddenly felt a sharp pain on his cheek, his brain buzzed, and five bright red finger marks appeared on his face, as if he was covered with chili water, and it hurts so much.

He finally understood one thing at this moment, the boss's mind was really bad!

How come this guy feels like to be slapped in the face?

"How is it? I'm right? Isn't it very good? Thank you brother?" The fat man thought Daozi was the same as him, and couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!