Chapter 7: Prison Storm (2)

If Qi Tian’s study of the Holy Book was the beginning of another kind of life, then Qi Tian’s imprisonment would be a new turning point for him to enter the world!

I felt more than twenty vicious criminals slowly surrounding him. Qi Tian did not move, nor opened his eyes, and just sat on the ground, like a meditating monk. Perhaps the most important thing now is not how to fight with these criminals, but to relieve the sudden abusive anger in my heart...

"Damn it, stinky brat, you are pretty good at pretending. I'll ruin him!" A tattooed man gave the order, and more than 20 people rushed forward, all of whom waved their fists and hit Qi Tian.

"Bang..." The fists and feet of more than 20 people were added to each other and hit Qi Tian's whole body.

"Let you hold on, I'll let you hold on, I'll see when you can hold on!" These criminals found that Qi Tian did not resist at all, nor did they shout, just sat there and let them beat him. The leading tattooed men were slapping and cursing.

After listening for a while, Xiao Hei, who was lying on the bed, opened his eyes lazily and looked at the ground. It didn't matter, which scared him. The young man who was beaten on the ground not only did not fight back, but a sneer appeared between the corners of his mouth, completely ignoring the beat and scolding of more than 20 people, which immediately made Xiao Hei feel a little worried. "Does this kid have good practice?" Xiao Hei thought about it and jumped out of the bed.

"Stop!" Xiao Hei gave the order, and the crowd separated automatically, actively gave way, and let Xiao Hei come slowly.

"Brother Hei, this kid has hard qigong..." A tattooed man rubbed his fists while admonishing Xiao Hei.

"6287, get up, this bed is yours!" Xiao Hei pointed to the empty bed. In Xiao Hei's heart, he had already determined that this 6287 must have skill. If an ordinary person was beaten by more than 20 people, he would have to lie on the ground and bleed continuously, and he would have called for help. But this young man did not. Not only did he not fall down, he did not make a slight painful hum.

After Xiao Hei finished speaking, he waited for Qi Tian's reaction, but after waiting for a long time, Qi Tian still didn't move and still sat there motionless.

"Damn, are you fucking dead?" The tattooed man saw that Qi Tian ignored Xiao Hei, stepped forward and kicked Qi Tian.

This time, Qi Tian moved, and the speed was quite fast, so fast that even Xiao Hei and the others didn't see how Qi Tian took action. The tattooed man lay on the ground with his spending calves and screamed.

Qi Tiandong was moved because he resolved the abusive and resentment that flowed into the prison. It was not that he didn't want to move just now, but that he really couldn't bear to let go of the feeling of his own abusive and prison abusive. That feeling made him feel a sense of comfort that he had never had in eighteen years, and made him feel a refreshing and boiling blood.

Xiao Hei saw that 6287 had broken one of his subordinates when he made a move. His face changed wildly. He really didn't see how the young man took action, so he didn't move now, just looked at Qi Tian with a questioning look on his face.

"Do you have any objection to the bed I want you?" Qi Tian looked smiling. If Qi Tian was seen by his best friends, it would definitely make them incredible, because Qi Tian is completely different from Qi Tian before. Qi Tian's eyes looked a little innocent and awkward at any time. Now Qi Tian's eyes looked at people are the kind of condescending, arrogant and unruly expression that changed in an instant was not deliberately pretended by Qi Tian, ​​but was reflected after Qi Tian was freed from the constraints of the "Chang Kun Demon-Subduing Pendant".

"Boy, you don't want to live anymore. Brothers follow me, I don't believe him!" Before Xiao Hei could answer Qi Tian's words, another tattooed old hooligan rushed over and wanted to beat Qi Tian together.

Several men with fat faces in prison rushed up after the tattooed man shouted. It seemed that they were from a gang.

"I don't know how to live or die!" Qi Tian's eyes cold, he quickly moved his body, and attacked several fragile places of the gangsters.

"Crack..." A few crisp sounds and painful howlings that could be heard throughout the prison, the tattooed man and the other hooligans rushed up all fell to the ground, holding the bloody calf, exposed white bones, screaming in pain on the ground.

For several big hooligans, Qi Tian, ​​who had practiced the Holy Book, was disdainful. What he wanted was this effect and cruel images that could shock people. Now Qi Tian is no longer the original Qi Tian. He is a wolf, a lonely wolf with arrogance!

"Hiss..." Xiao Hei took a breath after seeing several men falling to the ground. He had beaten people in the world before, and had killed people himself. But today's scene really opened his eyes. This young man's kung fu was so powerful that he could break other people's legs in the blink of an eye. The ruthless move made Xiao Hei a little scared.

"Okay, I'm convinced, you'll sleep on that bed!" Xiao Hei sat on the empty bed after saying that, with his expression changing on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking, and the hooligans lying on the ground were still shouting about pain, and they also called the police on duty.

"I want the bed you are sitting on, and your bed is there!" Qi Tian pointed to the stinky squat side.

"What?" Xiao Hei stood up and stared at Qi Tian. More than ten years of prison life have made Xiao Hei a master in prison, but today he was forced to go to the toilet by a prisoner who had just arrived. How could Xiao Hei stand such anger?

"Don't you understand Chinese? I'll let you sleep there..." Qi Tian made the next sentence very long with a heavy tone, and looked extremely arrogant, pointing at Xiao Hei word by word.

"Haha, okay, I'll go to sleep!" Xiao Hei discovered that this young man was either schizophrenia or had violent syndrome. The cruelty he saw in the eyes of this young man without a trace of sympathy was something he had never seen in decades. How could a young man under twenty years old have that look? So Xiao Hei laughed and hugged the quilt and went to the bathroom.

All the prisoners watched Xiao Hei go to the toilet, and for a moment they stood there and dared not speak, and even more afraid to sit down. The hooligans with broken feet also endured the severe pain and said nothing, as if they were waiting for the young man to continue saying something.

"I killed people when I was ten years old. Yesterday, I also killed people, and there were seven. If you don't want to die, close your mouth, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" Qi Tian lowered his head to himself and said, and with force on his palms, he hit the empty iron bed.

"Si..." The entire iron bed broke out in response to the sound, split into two.

"Hiss..." All thirty prisoners took a breath of air conditioning. If the iron bed was not cut with a chainsaw, it would be impossible to make it. It was made of a special steel. The young man actually beat the bed in half with one palm? Is this what kind of skill he did? For a moment, the entire prison No. 9 became even quieter, and even a few hooligans with broken leg bones did not even dare to hum in pain.

"What's going on, what happened..." A policeman on duty came over with two armed police officers.

"Government, help, that bed is broken, it's broken our legs!" A tattooed man was more tactful and did not say that he was beaten by Qi Tian.

"No, how can the bed that can't be cut even with a chainsaw?" The police stood at the door in disbelief and looked inside.

"Send the hospital right away, your legs are really broken!" The police said, then opened the prison gate, called several armed police officers to carry out several injured criminals. As for the bed that was broken in half, of course, the police also took out the bed, and then asked someone to send a new bed, and put together thirty beds.

Before leaving, the police also warned seriously: "Today's matter is not over. We will definitely investigate it clearly. I don't believe that they ran down the bed for no reason and let the bed break their legs!"

Qi Tian did not keep what the police said in his heart. Qi Tian believed that those gangsters with broken legs would not say that they were interrupted by Qi Tian. After all, these criminal gangsters were facing a murderer!
Chapter completed!