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    Wang Tiemu licked his lips at Ma Zai beside him. Ma Zai understood this and immediately pointed at Dorje Gonpo who was sleeping in the back of the cell and shouted: "You, move your seat." Then he turned to point at the new prisoner and shouted: "  The new guy, you sleep in his bed."

    Dorje Gonpo picked up the bedding and moved it to the bed next to him expressionlessly, but he felt a sense of relief in his heart. The beds in this cell are also very particular. The prison head sleeps on the most spacious bed in the middle, and the mattress is also the same.  The thickest, warmest and softest bed is naturally the most comfortable, and the innermost bed is a "special bed" for new prisoners. Not only is it cold and damp, it is also next to the toilet in the cell, and the prisoners' urine and feces are stored in it.  Inside, the smell is very pungent, and the prisoners will deliberately urinate on the "special bed" for new prisoners when they urinate, which is basically a place where people can sleep.

    Needless to say, everyone guessed that the new prisoner was Fu Haolun. At this time, he was wearing a gray cotton prison uniform and had a shaved head. He was a completely different person. He tilted his neck and glanced at Ma Zai.  He curled his lips and said, "Why should I listen to you? I want to sleep on that bed." Fu Haolun pointed to Wang Tiemu's bed with his finger.

    Wang Tiemu and the prisoners were stunned for a moment, and laughed wildly as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Oh, you are quite cool. Brothers, we are ready to teach the newcomers." Before Wang Tiemu could say anything, the horse  Zai clenched his fist hard, and his knuckles crackled like fried beans. With a wave of his hand, he led several big and round prisoners and rushed towards Fu Haolun.

    Fu Haolun received special training after entering the national security department. His skills may not be as good as those of masters like Hu Tielong, but he is more than enough to deal with these prisoners who only know how to act like a fox and a tiger. He just twisted his neck casually and whipped his legs several times in a row.  He knocked the big, round-waisted prisoners to the ground.

    Wang Tiemu's eyes shrank and a flash of light flashed. He also had good eyesight. Fu Haolun's behavior just now was clearly that of a practicing master. He quickly stopped the prisoners who were getting angry and were about to pounce again. He raised his chin towards Fu Haolun and asked condescendingly.  He said: "Okay, there are still a few more moments. What is your name, what path do you belong to, who is the boss, what crime did you commit, how many years were you sentenced,".

    Fu Haolun still looked careless, pointed at himself with his thumb and said arrogantly: "I won't change my name, but I won't change my surname. My name is Gao Luhua, do whatever you want. I'm the boss, rape and murder, death penalty, what do you want?"  Bar,¡­¡­".

    Wang Tiemu's eyes narrowed again. As the saying goes, the poor are afraid of those who are violent, and those who are violent are afraid of losing their lives. Prisoners who have been sentenced to death are usually the most difficult to deal with. There are always people on the left and right, and they will definitely lose their lives in a fight.  But in front of so many subordinates, he couldn't show his timidity and said coldly: "Gao Luhua, I have never heard of this name. Brother, a strong dragon will not overwhelm the local snake. I don't care who you are. Once you get to my territory, you will do it."  You have to abide by my rules".

    Fu Haolun curled his lips, raised his hand, shook his fist, and sneered: "I don't understand the rules. Whoever has a stronger fist has the rules. I will sleep on your bed".

    A cold light flashed in Wang Tiemu's eyes. This was Fu Haolun's obvious provocation. If he didn't accept the move, he would never be able to live in this prison again. Thinking of this, he stood up from the bed with a slap on the floor.  With a shake of his shoulders, the prison uniform on his body fell off, and the attentive Ma Zi caught it, revealing his strong tendons. Coupled with the tattoos all over his body, he did look a bit like a gangster.  The terrifying momentum.

    "Brother, it seems that you have given up the toast and the fine wine. Don't think that after practicing the Three-legged Cat Kung Fu for a few days, you will become arrogant. There is a mountain as high as the mountain. Today I want to weigh how many pounds you have"  , Wang Tiemu said harshly.

    Fu Haolun didn't say anything, he just raised his fingers contemptuously at Wang Tiemu. Wang Tiemu was completely angered by Fu Haolun's action. He shouted loudly, and the tendons all over his body bulged as if they were inflated. He had practiced the Thirteen Taibao Heng  Practice, as long as he doesn't hit any vital parts, even being hit by an iron rod won't hurt him.

    Wang Tiemu pressed towards Fu Haolun like an iron tower. Fu Haolun also underestimated the enemy at first and still used his whip kick to deal with him. However, the whip kick on Wang Tiemu felt no pain as if it was kicked on a tree. Instead, it shocked Fu Haolun back.  After a few steps, Wang Tiemu immediately seized the opportunity and punched Fu Haolun. Fu Haolun barely dodged, but looked a little embarrassed. Seeing that Wang Tiemu had the upper hand, the prisoners became arrogant again and began to cheer.

    Fu Haolun was at a disadvantage for a while and had no choice but to roam around and defend passively. He was also punched in the arm by Wang Tiemu. Half of his arm was numb and he appeared to be less flexible. Wang Tiemu was unyielding and pressed forward step by step, forcing Fu Haolun to the edge.  Toward the corner of the bed, the space for dodge became smaller and smaller.

    Fu Haolun also stopped underestimating the enemy, calmed down, and began to observe the opponent's weaknesses. Wang Tiemu's Thirteen Taibao Henglian was very domineering, and it was definitely not possible to confront him head-on. The disadvantage of the Thirteen Taibao Henglian was his slow movement speed.It should not be fast enough. We must seize this shortcoming and hit Wang Tiemu's vital point in order to reverse the situation.

    At this time, Fu Haolun had been forced into a corner by Wang Tiemu, with a double wooden bed behind him. Wang Tiemu also showed a sinister smile on his lips, and punched out with both fists, completely sealing Fu Haolun's dodge space like two dragons out to sea.

    The opportunity was too late, but it was too late. Fu Haolun suddenly grabbed the bedpost like a monkey and made a 360-degree spin. Wang Tiemu's fists hit the bedpost, and there was a click. The bedpost broke. Wang Tiemu was stunned.  After a moment, the middle door opened wide, but Fu Haolun stepped forward and hit Wang Tiemu's crotch hard with his knee.

    "Ouch." Hearing a shocking scream, Wang Tiemu held his crotch and rolled on the ground in pain. The kneecap is the hardest part of the human body, and the crotch is the softest part of the human body.  Hard impact is the softest, and the result can be imagined. The prisoners in the cell were also stunned by this sudden attack, and stood there dumbfounded for a long time without reacting.

    "Flute." At this time, the prison guards were also alerted, blew the siren, opened the cell door and rushed in, shouting: "No fighting, everyone squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands.".

    In the prison, the guards are God. No matter how unruly the thorn is, he would not dare to confront the guards, because it is purely asking for trouble. Therefore, the prisoners all squatted down with their hands on their heads. Only Fu Haolun remained indifferent.  Stand there.

    "The prison guards have seen this kind of thorny head too much. The best way to deal with this kind of thorny head is to beat him to death. The baton hit Fu Haolun all over his head and face, and the blood on Fu Haolun's head immediately flowed down.

    Fu Haolun, whose face was covered with blood, not only did not give in, but instead laughed ferociously and said: "Hit me, if you dare, beat me to death, I don't want to live anyway".
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