Four police officers worked together to transport Ge Gongdao back on a trolley. They opened the door of the holding room, roughly dumped him on the ground, then clapped their hands and dragged the car away.

Ge Gongdao lay motionless on the ground, as if he was dead. Only after careful inspection could you find that he was actually still alive, and his body still undulated slightly with his breathing. Several criminals who were close to him approached and quickly covered their noses.

"I peed in my pants, disgusting."

"Black Skin (PCPD) is really cruel this time. I hope they won't find me."

I didn't expect Ge Gongdao's condition to be so miserable. In Zhuang Xuteng's impression, he was in a daze when he was sent back, but he could still move a little, but he couldn't withstand the huge sleepiness and would fall asleep (coma) soon. This Ge

Gongdao looked completely unable to move. Did the PCPD inject a larger amount of truth serum because he was bigger?

We couldn't leave him there, because the motorcycle gang was already paying attention to him. Zhuang Xuteng hurried over and pulled hard to get the big man's upper body off the floor. After a lot of effort, he finally moved Ge Gong Road to

On the chair.

Before he could take a few breaths, three guys from the motorcycle gang gathered around him. These guys smelled of metal and kerosene, mixed with sweat and body odor, which was pungent and annoying. Zhuang Xuteng didn't want to

Dealing with any gang does not mean that he will not get into trouble by gang members.

"Boy, let me give you a chance to admit your mistake and make amends. I see that you are quite good at searching your pockets. Now take out the things in that guy's pockets and give them to us."

"No, I won't do that." Zhuang Xuteng raised his head and looked at the three men from the motorcycle gang, trying to find the last chance for peace with a forced smile. He stood between them and Ge Gongdao and said: "

They were all caught by the PCPD, why not make friends?"

"We don't want to make any friends except for money and the loyalty of the motorcycle gang." A guy from the motorcycle gang stuck out his tongue and fiddled with his lip ring, and at the same time raised a hand and waved it. "You are a pauper and have no value at all. Now.

I'll give you a chance to stay away and leave this guy to us..."

"It doesn't matter that he is unconscious now and even peed his pants. These are all facts. But you have to know that he will wake up sooner or later."

The people from the motorcycle gang laughed and said: "You are right! That's why you are a fool to stand up for him. Leave him to us, and you can see if he dares to cause trouble to our motorcycle gang after he wakes up!"

It is indeed wise not to cause trouble, but it is even wiser to try to make friends. Zhuang Xuteng is not a person who likes to cause trouble and will never take the initiative to get involved with mercenaries and gangs. But today is different from the past, he may need to hire

Friends of soldiers, perhaps the road to making a fortune from selling movies started with the friendship of Ge Gongdao.

For the sake of profit and through calculation, Zhuang Xuteng stood firmly on the spot and continued to use his body to block the motorcycle gang from the road.

"I won't let you bully him." Zhuang Xuteng's voice was loud. He thought to himself that even if Ge Gongdao was unconscious and couldn't hear it, others around him could hear it. What he said now would have a chance to finally make Ge Gongdao heard.

Gongdao heard. "He who has taken the initiative to help me is my friend. I will also help my friends. This is my principle."

The three men from the motorcycle gang laughed, and then their expressions darkened. Their expressions changed so quickly that they looked like they were suffering from a mental illness. One of them clasped his hands, stared and said: "Your principles just need a taste of fists."

taste"

Before he finished saying the exclamation point, Zhuang Xuteng took the lead and punched him hard. The education he received from his father was: strike first to gain the upper hand, never hesitate when taking action, you must move forward without hesitation!

The people in the motorcycle gang are not pure waste. Even if the person who spoke was stunned for a moment and failed to react, the other two people could still rush forward. They blocked Zhuang Xuteng's fist and thought, why is this fist so weak? Two people

I found that as soon as my fist and arm encountered an obstacle, I quickly retracted it, and a thought flashed through my mind: This was a feint.

Bang!

Zhuang Xuteng kicked the enemy in the crotch, and the hard-shell work boots crushed him hard on it. All feint attacks were turned into kicks in the crotch. This is the golden rule of close combat.

"Ah! My baby..." A motorcycle gang member covered his lower body with his hands, fell down tremblingly, and then curled up into a ball. At this time, the other two people began to punch and kick Zhuang Xuteng, and their attacks were equally vicious.

Zhuang Xuteng had never practiced fighting. He relied on nothing more than calmness, thinking and sneak attacks. He held his head with both hands to protect the back of his head, bent over and swung around, shouting at the loudest volume in his life: "It's a gang fight! A riot! Charge.

Ah! Charge! Charge!”

"This is a slippery man!" shouted a member of the motorcycle gang, and then he found Zhuang Xuteng crashing into his arms.

People who don't know boxing skills can only stalk and fight. Zhuang Xuteng is like this. He knows very well that he has to use his stalking skills to the extreme. He dives into the opponent's arms and continues to push forward hard, letting his back

He uses his back to bear the blow. At the same time, he either uses his knee or a fist to continue to implement the central policy of hitting the crotch.

The opponent also curled up to protect his vitals, and the two of them would soon be in a wrestling position. This kind of wrestling was obviously detrimental to Zhuang Xuteng. Don't forget that he also had to worry about another motorcycle gang. That guy had already circled behind Zhuang Xuteng, preparing to

Hit him in the groin and behind the knees. At this time, Zhuang Xuteng roared angrily, used all his strength, pushed forward with all his strength, arched forward, and crashed into the crowd with the guys from the motorcycle gang.

The detention room immediately became chaotic, with shouts, curses, and the sound of punches and kicks all mixed into one. Zhuang Xuteng and the motorcycle gang fell to the ground with a thud, and the two were entangled hands and feet, becoming inseparable.

. His hair was pulled, and he also took the opportunity to pull the man's vitals.

"How about we let go together..."

Zhuang Xuteng heard the motorcycle gang gangster begging for mercy, and the sound came out just as it entered his ears. Usually, he is an honest person, but when he needs to be angry, he will go to the extreme and can be called cruel. He accepted

He tightened his fingers, turned his wrist forcefully, and punched "that thing" hard at the same time.

"Ouch~~~~" The gangster from the motorcycle gang screamed, his body shaking like chaff, foaming at the mouth and eyes widening. It was obvious that he was in extreme pain.

"Let him go!" The last member of the motorcycle gang rushed over and kicked Zhuang Xuteng once, and then several more times. Zhuang Xuteng gritted his teeth and endured, trying hard to free his trapped legs and feet. At this time, there were already people in the cell.

There is chaos, and everyone wants to take advantage of the chaos to take action. If there is revenge and grievance, if there is benefit, it is also time to take action.

On the other side of the railing, the PCPD noticed the chaos in the cell and immediately called in personnel. They didn't care about the lives and futures of these guys inside, they just didn't want to clean up the mess for the bastards, especially adding a lot of troublesome paperwork and reporting work.

The electric baton hit the railing, and the sharp whistle echoed in the corridor, mixed with the shouts of the PCPD: "Squat down! Hold your head! Obey the order immediately, squat down and hold your head!"

Unless there is a three-fold advantage in numbers, the PCPD will not immediately open the cell door and rush in. The people inside are well aware of the PCPD's urinary nature. Not only did they not stop immediately, they also seized the time to win the victory. Zhuang Xuteng was still trying to free his hands and feet, and he was

The guy whose balls were so painful that he was in convulsions was suppressed, and his body was trampled and kicked by the motorcycle gang behind him, so it was very difficult.

Suddenly, the kicking stopped, and he quickly broke free, turning around and looking back while crawling. He saw the last motorcycle gangster's feet off the ground, and his neck was tightly strangled by a strong arm, as big as a casserole.

The fists were hitting his ribs continuously.

The side rib is not a fatal blow, but it can still have the effect of knocking down the opponent, not to mention that this fist comes from Ge Gongdao. He stood like a giant and punched like a giant. Although he was still a little wobbly, he was done.

The final word.

"Are you okay?" Zhuang Xuteng and Ge Gongdao said in unison, and they both smiled at the same time. Ge Gongdao threw away the motorcycle gang in his arms, swayed forward and stretched out his hand. "Can I pull you up?

"

"No, squat down quickly." Zhuang Xuteng held Ge Gongdao's big hand and pulled him down.

"Squat down? Why...why?"

"You heard me right, the PCPD is about to come in." Zhuang Xuteng was very anxious. He exerted force on his arms and finally pulled Ge Gongdao to his side. The big man was drooling and giggling. He was obviously still in a daze, so Zhuang Xuteng tightened his grip.

Time to help him put his hands on his head, and then squat in exactly the same posture.

"Now start following me and don't provoke the PCPD." Zhuang Xuteng touched Ge Gongdao with his elbow and said to him: "Thank you for helping me out."

"What?" Ge Gongdao chuckled, squeezing his eyebrows and trying to focus his eyes. "The medicine they gave was really strong, as if they were drunk. Uh... I feel a little like vomiting..."

"Stop moving, stop talking! Don't vomit." Zhuang Xuteng quickly ordered. At this moment, the PCPD had gathered the number of people, so they rushed into the cell, yelling loudly, and hitting everyone with electric batons.

.

They had no intention of distinguishing who was responsible and who was innocent. The only thing they cared about was who would obey and who were the thorns in need of a lesson. When the electric baton hit his body, the pain went straight into his bones. Zhuang Xuteng wailed and then quickly gritted his teeth.

Keep your mouth closed and control your body to continue squatting on the ground and holding your head.

Ge Gongdao also took a hit. Maybe the medicine hadn't worn off yet, but he didn't seem to be in pain. He was still smiling stupidly, shaking slightly and maintaining his original posture.

The PCPD has no interest in these people who are beaten in silence. Those who do not obey the order to squat on the ground and hold their heads, or dare to complain or resist, regardless of whether they are intentional, forced, unable to control or conditioned reflex, will all be punished.

Classified as "troublemakers" - someone was responsible for the previous chaos.

Seven people were taken away by the PCPD, including the three motorcycle gang gangsters who "couldn't help themselves". They continued to lean against the sticks along the way. The cell door was closed again and everyone was allowed to stand up again. Zhuang Xuteng supported Ge Gong on the road.

Go back and sit on the bench.

This time, they were leaning against the wall, shoulder to shoulder, with a relaxed giggle on their faces.

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