Lord from hell!

Du Jiu took two sticks, but he still didn't react. Xing Jiabao looked at the two red bars on his chest and shoulders, and was so angry that he wanted to find his brother to fight for his life.Du Jiu was peeling an orange in his hand, and without stopping him, he asked lazily, "Can you beat him?"

Xing Jiabao's momentum suddenly weakened a bit: "I, I will bite him to death!"

Du Jiu rubbed his hair and smiled: "Bit on the ice, and knock off your teeth carefully."

Xing Jiabao immediately turned into a cartilaginous snake and entangled him, wrinkled his nose and sniffed at his neck, and then arched back and forth, so sticky to death.

Du Jiu was in a good mood today, so he let him torment.

The two looked close, but Du Jiu knew in his heart that Xing Jiabao was just a joke, and he had nothing to do to make fun of it.Anyway, he didn't resist men, and Xing Jiabao willingly sent them to his door, so he just made do and hung out together, there was no need to make a distinction between them.When Du Jiu was free, he hooked his fingers to call him over to play, and when he was not in the mood, he kicked him far away.

Many bruises and bruises on Xing Jiabao's legs were kicked out by Du Jiu.Once Du Jiu was practicing his arm strength. He seemed to be sitting on the construction site blankly in a daze, but in fact he was holding a stone with his right hand, relaxing and tightening his muscles one after another.Xing Jiabao insisted on feeding him himself with a bowl of water, but Du Jiu got annoyed and kicked him three meters away, unable to get up for a long time.

Du Jiu was wearing ankle cuffs that weighed tens of kilograms, and it was difficult for him to walk at first. Later, he was able to walk and run gradually. Although he was not good at fighting, the strength of his feet was unmatched by ordinary people.Xing Jiabao's face turned pale on the spot, and he limped away amidst the laughter. He thought that he would at least calm down after suffering, but the next day, he continued to be a follower as if nothing had happened.

Du Jiu is cold-hearted and doesn't care about anything, let alone a mere hedgehog.

Even if someone made a special trip to tell him to ask Du Jiu to go to Feng Tao's place to pick up someone, because Xing Jiabao was "invited" to be a guest.Du Jiu just glanced at the man lukewarmly, lowered his head and continued to eat.Feng Tao waited and waited until he came, so he was naturally upset, so he had Xing Jiabao cleaned up and thrown back.

Xing Jiabao was dragged into the cell with his arms crossed by the prison guards. At first glance, he was almost unrecognizable.

Originally, Feng Tao didn't have any deep hatred with him, so he wouldn't take half his life. It was Xing Jiabao who shot himself at the gunpoint, knowing that this man had unreasonable thoughts about Du Jiu, so he let out all the nasty words.He thought he would just get a beating. Anyway, he was beaten by his brother since he was a child. Even if he rolled his head, he would not be a good man after the beating.

So when being chased and beaten by three people, Xing Jiabao was still yelling and cursing, Feng Tao gave him a left uppercut, and immediately fell to the ground with his dead body.There's no need to talk about the next thing, Feng Tao didn't need to make another move, Xing Jiabao beat him until he forgot his last name, this wild monkey that jumped up and down really got hurt this time.

Xing Jiabao was tortured until he was half dead, he held his breath and said, "...Master Jiu, it's a good thing you didn't come..."

Du Jiu lowered his face, annoyed by his lover-like appearance.He had a bad complexion, and Bamboo Pole Man and Aaron didn't dare to talk nonsense, but they all felt that he was too ruthless in their hearts. After all, they all saw how Xing Jiabao treated Du Jiu.

After a while, Du Jiu said calmly, "I will move out tomorrow."

"What? Master Jiu, don't you plan to change the cell?" The bamboo pole man was surprised.

Du Jiu didn't need to explain to them, just let them know.Because privileged people can live in a single cell, the prison guards had already come to ask him before, and Du Jiu thought it was troublesome at the time, so he didn't intend to change the place.But now it's different, he has to stay away from the hedgehog head, so as not to continue to be entangled.

That night, the cell was extremely quiet, and even Aaron, who usually liked to talk dirty jokes, was silent.

In the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep, Xing Jiabao sat up from the bed suddenly as if sleepwalking, his eyes were looking straight at Du Jiu's direction, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.He sat in the darkness until dawn.

The day of the duel was approaching day by day, Feng Tao couldn't threaten him, so he simply invited someone in person.

At noon, most of the prisoners went to the construction site, and the entire prison was empty, except for a few privileged people, only the prison guards who were blowing the air conditioner in the office.After Feng Tao found out that Du Jiu hadn't gone to the construction site, he found him at a corner of the playground.

At that time, Du Jiu took off his shirt and was doing push-ups with one hand. When he heard someone approaching, he stopped his posture and stood up straight.Du Jiu really doesn't like to be disturbed when he is practicing, because he has to pay attention to the feeling conveyed by every joint and muscle of his body, and the presence of others will distract him.

Feng Tao was obviously stunned when he saw him. Du Jiu was covered with sweat, and even the ends of his hair were wet. Standing under the sun, his honey-colored skin was faintly coated with a layer of water.Feng Tao couldn't move his eyes a little bit, it was a beautiful figure, lean and firm and full of tension.

Feng Tao originally planned to kidnap him and rape him, but now this plan has turned into an eager impulse, and he has even begun to consider whether Du Jiu should be executed on the spot, and the rape will be done on the spot.

"Come have a drink with me?" Feng Tao made an opening sentence.

If the other party refuses, he will attack immediately, but Du Jiu actually said: "Okay."

After all, rape is better done behind closed doors, so Feng Tao took him to his cell.After entering the door, Du Jiu looked around habitually. The environment was almost the same as that of the long-haired man. Then, his gaze fell on the sandbag hanging in the air.

After bringing the man in, Feng Tao was not in a hurry. He guessed that Du Jiu was a cooked duck and couldn't fly.

"Would you like beer or brandy?" Feng Tao turned his face and asked, following Du Jiu's gaze, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Do you want to practice?"

Du Jiu walked to a position one meter away from the sandbag and stopped. Feng Tao put the opened beer away and walked across to him, with the sandbag between them.As long as anyone who has practiced boxing knows what this face-to-face posture means, it is a completely different way of fighting from sparring, because when the sandbag is hit and rushes towards it, the person who avoids or retreats will lose.

Feng Tao raised his leg and kicked off the contest with a sweep.

The sandbag was thrown in an arc in mid-air, and was punched back by Du Jiu. The competition has just begun, and then both sides will gradually increase their strength, and the shaking of the sandbag will become faster and faster.As a boxer, Feng Tao has a very stable foot and excellent legs. Du Jiu has personally experienced this.

But Du Jiu wanted to force him to punch, so that he could truly find out Feng Tao's strength.I don't know if Feng Tao noticed his thoughts, or if he didn't care, anyway, he didn't use his hands all the time.

The two beat each other back and forth, making the poor sandbag rattle.Du Jiu jumped up and kicked in a roundabout. With [-]% of his strength, the sandbag rushed towards him with a whistling wind, but was pushed back by Feng Tao with his kneecap.Du Jiu narrowed his eyes, jumped up, kicked the sandbag with both feet, and then fell back to the ground with a volley.

Feng Tao finally made a move, using a very standard straight punch.Du Jiu also swung his fist to catch it, but his whole body was shaken back two steps by the huge impact, and his whole arm from fist to shoulder was numb.

Du Jiu backed away silently, no more contests, there was still a considerable gap in strength between him and Feng Tao.

"Don't play anymore?" Feng Tao stabilized the sandbag, looked at him and smiled: "There is no need to be depressed, I have been training for a long time after all, a punch weighs [-] pounds, it is normal for you to be unable to catch it .”

Feng Tao had never opened his mouth to comfort someone like this, Du Jiu was an exception.The set of movements just now, jumping, kicking, somersaulting, landing, was completed in almost a second, because when he pushed the sandbag back, Du Jiu was already standing firmly opposite.I would never be able to do it myself. Such quick and neat movements prove that this person has super high fighting skills. With the improvement of physical fitness and the increase of training intensity, it is difficult to estimate his future strength.

"After that week, we will compete again at the hero meeting." Du Jiu was about to leave.

"Wait." Feng Tao called Du Jiu to stop, he did not forget the main purpose of today.

"Huh?" Du Jiu turned around.

Watched by his frank eyes, Feng Tao couldn't express his filthy thoughts, and abruptly changed the subject: "Didn't you agree to have a drink? Then let's go quickly?"

Du Jiu glanced at the sunset outside the window: "It's time for dinner."

Feng Tao had a feeling of being completely defeated, and said without confidence: "Today, I want to..."

Before he could say the words "rape you", the door of the cell was kicked open.

Xing Yaozu, who was killed suddenly, withdrew his feet and said with a frosty face: "Nine five twenty-nine, we found a sharp weapon under your pillow, and now we want to interrogate you."

Du Jiu was speechless, it seemed that dinner would not be finished.

In prisons, privileged people have more rights and freedom than ordinary prisoners, but it does not mean that they can do whatever they want.Possession of sharp weapons is a felony that endangers the lives of management personnel, so no prisoner can be pardoned.

"Sharp weapon? What kind of sharp weapon?" asked the bamboo pole man.

"I heard it looks like a sharpened spoon." Aaron sighed, and said, "Master Jiu has only moved out for a day, why did this happen?"

"Does he want to kill someone?"

"No way... haven't you seen Lord Jiu fight? Does he need a weapon to kill someone?" Aaron said.

Xing Jiabao silently listened to their discussion, half of his face was swollen, no expression could be seen.

At this time, Xing Jiabao's brother couldn't see any expression on his face, the brim of his hat was pulled down, almost covering his eyes, and half of his fair face was covered with shadows.He walked around the interrogation room in his leather boots, and stood in front of the interrogation table. Suddenly, the black baton in his hand stretched out, provoking the man's face.

Du Jiu was forced to look up. He was sitting on the other side of the interrogation table with his hands handcuffed behind the chair.Xing Yaozu's beautifully shaped thin lips curled up, and he pulled out a cold smile. With strength in his hand, he stabbed the protruding Adam's apple with a hard baton.

"Say, did you hide this sharp weapon under your pillow?"

The author has something to say:

【About boxing weight】

In order to prove that the madman really wrote the article with ulterior motives, I went to check the information.

Bruce Lee, the weight he punched was about 70 pounds, about [-] pounds more than Ali's boxing champion in the [-]s.Tyson, another well-known American boxing champion, after many tests, he hit the instrument with his fist and got a weight of about [-] to [-] pounds.

So what is the concept of Feng Tao's two hundred and five pounds?

If the person he struck had his back against the wall, the sternum would have shattered and the internal organs would have been concussed, causing internal bleeding.

Therefore, in developed countries, professional boxers are regulated, and they are never allowed to fight outside the ring. Once they attack ordinary people (except for self-defense), they will be disqualified for life, and all titles and honors will be withdrawn. Before will also be voided.