Power Instructor

The two police officers briefly recorded Ling Chi's confession, and then asked one of them to take him directly to the detention room.

"Crack!"

"boom!"

The iron door of the detention room was a little rusty, making a difficult sound. There were two detention rooms. Ling Chi was sent to Room 2. About ten people were already locked here. When they saw Ling Chi coming in, they all stared. Look at him.

In Detention Room No. 2, the people who were arrested were either petty thefts, or punks who were locked in for fighting.

"Brother Chicken, this kid looks so tender!"

"Haha, it's Brother Chicken's dish."

Several men had already discussed it at this time, and a burly man in the crowd with a phoenix tattoo on his arm hummed: "Go away, Lao Tzu's orientation is normal, but play with this kid. It’s good to add a bit of fun to our boring detention life!"

The police officer who brought Ling Chi in turned his gaze on Brother Ji and said, "Song Wenji, you can't go too far with it!"

"Officer Zhang, what are you talking about? We are all law-abiding people and won't mess around." Song Wenji said with a grin.

The police officer curled his lips, locked the door, and turned to leave.

Ling Chi scanned the detention room, and then saw a recliner on the left, so he walked over, lay down and closed his eyes and rested.

Suddenly, someone kicked the chair.

Ling Chi opened his eyes. Standing in front of him was a thin and short man. The man said to Ling Chi, "Hey, our boss tells you to get out."

"roll!"

Ling Chi responded indifferently, and then continued to close his eyes.

"Hey, boy, you are not afraid of death, are you? Lao Tzu killed you." The man was furious, and kicked Ling Chi's body straight up.

It's just that he just lifted his feet, and only felt the pain in the crotch, but Ling Chi squeezed his egg.

"what!"

Immediately after a scream, the skinny man's face suddenly turned red. He could no longer tell whether he had a broken egg or a broken dragon root. He curled up on the ground, not to mention how painful it was.

"Hiss~~"

Everyone also saw Ling Chi's actions on the thin man. At this moment, he couldn't help but take a deep breath. Is this guy too overcast?

Ling Chi said indifferently: "Is there something to make your boss roll over and find me."

what?

This detention room is not big, and Ling Chi's voice is not small, so everyone has actually heard what he said.

Song Wenji's face was flushed at this time, and he roared, "You guys, get that kid over to me, Mahler Gobi's dare to be so arrogant in Lao Tzu's territory, it's just looking for death."

"Yes, Brother Chicken."

Now these little brothers around Song Wenji are all excited at this moment, these seven or eight people fight one out, this kid will be finished this time.

At this time, Ling Chi also stood up.

He stretched his muscles and bones, and glanced over Song Wenji and others, with a faint disdain in his eyes, "Let's go together, don't waste Lao Tzu's time, you rubbish."

"Damn, the kid hit someone and he slapped him?"

"This will only make you die faster!"

These people started to go crazy at this time, and they swarmed in. In this kind of crowd tactics, no one can fight back.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound. First, a man approaching Ling Chi made a terrible cry. Ling Chi just gently grabbed his hand, pulled and pushed, and the bones on his arm made a clear cracking sound.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Chi was more like a lion walking into the flock to hunt. These people were directly frightened and shivered. No one thought that Ling Chi was so vigorous. This one was basically unstoppable when he became crazy.

The entire battle lasted less than a minute, and these little brothers of Song Wenji fell to the ground.

"Fuck!"

Song Wenji exclaimed. Although he was a gangster and he had seen more fierce people, it was the first time he saw someone like Ling Chi. It was almost one to ten, and it didn't take much effort. This combat power has completely exploded.

However, after Ling Chi beat these people to the ground, he turned his back to Song Wenji's direction.

The opportunity is here!

Song Wenji picked up a stool and walked directly towards Ling Chi. At this time, a nonchalant voice said: "I advise you not to be impulsive. I knocked out your front teeth, but this guy might break your neck. "

"what?"

The stool that Song Wenji raised was just raised in the air, looking at the talking old man, neither was it going in or retreating.

Old man?

Indeed, in addition to Song Wenji and others in the detention room, there was an old man sitting in the corner, but after Ling Chi walked in, the old man kept his back to Ling Chi's direction, so Ling Chi did not see his appearance clearly.

Song Wenji put down the stool and said to the old man: "Old Feng, please help me, otherwise, he...he will kill me."

The old man turned around.

This is a thin and thin old man in his fifties. This is the kind of ordinary face that will be forgotten when he takes a look on the street and will definitely forget when he sees him. But Song Wenji is full of fear for this old man.

Can you not be afraid? When the old man was locked in, Song Wenji and others also wanted to bully him. In the end, everyone was subdued, and Song Wenji was also knocked out of his front teeth.

He didn't expect that Ling Chi who had been sent in now was so terrifying.

Ling Chi also turned around at this time and looked at the old man. He was sure he had never seen this old man, but he didn't know why Ling Chi felt a different kind of breath in him.

This old man is not easy.

The old man looked at Ling Chi with a smile, and said, "The young man has a good skill. If I am not mistaken, your skill should come from the Nanquan school, right?"

"Understanding Nanquan Master Xiao Chuang, known as Xiao Liuhe, I am regarded as his closed disciple." Ling Chi responded indifferently. This is the first time he has told people about his ancestry. Of course, he has followed many masters in the army. , Only because Xiao Chuang is the most famous martial arts master, so he moved out of Xiao Chuang's name.

"puff!"

Just when Ling Chi said Xiao Chuang's name, the old man sprayed directly. He stood up and said with red eyes: "You are talking nonsense, how could my master accept you as a disciple?"

"amount?"

Ling Chi froze slightly, then laughed loudly: "Then your master is Xiao Huaishan, Lin Fengqiu, Zhang Dong, or Lu Qinglin?"

The old man suffocated his face and said nothing.

Ling Chi finally laughed. He clutched his stomach and laughed: "Would your master be my master always talking about Zhao Badou, the most unsuccessful one?"

"..."

At this time, the old man already felt that his whole person was not good. If Ling Chi was really Xiao Chuang's closed disciple, wouldn't he have to call him Master Uncle? #####