Chapter 46 House of the Dead

The Qinglong laughed heartily.

"Are you deaf? Grandpa, didn't I tell you already?" Qinglong's two thick arms had veins popping out at this moment. It can be seen that this macho man is a violent man.

The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks is nicknamed "Madman". Everyone in Beicang knows that although this guy doesn't have much skill, he dares to play with his life when he does things, especially when he plays without even risking his life. Therefore, this guy

Although this guy is not very skilled in skills, he is well-known as a ruthless character in Beicang.

A "Hit."

After hearing the sharp-mouthed man's order, the two people behind him were already impatient and waved their fists to greet Qinglong.

The Qinglong had already anticipated this, so he moved his left foot laterally, and on one side of his body, his two fists hit his body hard in the air.

The two men punched nothing, and the other fist instantly hit the Qinglong's head.

Qinglong has a tall body, but his feet are even more flexible. He quickly took a few steps back with his right leg, and with lightning speed, his left fist hit the nose of the guy who just said that he hadn't killed anyone in a long time.

A scream.

I saw the man from Beicang suddenly being smashed and flying backwards. His nose was smashed and his face was covered with blood. He was lying on the ground with one hand tightly covering his nose that was spurting blood, and he was screaming randomly.

When another man saw that his companion was injured, he raised his right foot and kicked out a whip.

Qinglong's body swayed, and the man's leg was raised in the air. Before he could retract his leg, he saw a big hand quickly grabbing his kicked leg.

There was another scream, and the guy was thrown out by Qinglong and fell hard to the ground.

The sharp-mouthed man looked pale. In an instant, his brother was killed by this big man. He was so angry that he shouted loudly and rushed towards the green dragon.

Qinglong moved sideways and kicked out with his left foot. The sharp-mouthed man blocked with his left hand, blocking Qinglong's heavy kick.

While the two were fighting, they suddenly heard a sharp whistle.

The alarm went off.

In an instant, I saw seven or eight heavily armed prison guards running towards us with batons and semi-automatic rifles.

The sharp-mouthed man and Qinglong who were still fighting there stopped when they heard the siren, and squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads. Everyone squatted on the ground with their hands on their heads.

At this time, the prison guards had already approached, and one of them was the coldest plague god in the black prison.

I saw the God of Plague holding his baton and hitting everyone present viciously.

A few screams.

When he hit Qinglong, Qinglong grabbed the baton of the police officer called the God of Plague, clenched it tightly with one fist and wanted to punch him to death.

However, as soon as he raised his fist, two guns were already pressed against his head.

His fists raised in the air stopped abruptly, and his big light bulb-like eyes revealed endless annoyance.

"Let go." The God of Plague looked at the green dragon with a face as angry as pig liver.

Qinglong's eyes widened, but faced with two guns, he had no choice but to slowly let go of the baton.

The God of Plague dodged the baton and thrust his foot into Qinglong's abdomen. Qinglong was a tall man. He only stepped back a few steps after being kicked. However, the God of Plague was willing to give up and hit Qinglong with his baton head and face.

After all, Qinglong was not made of iron. Finally, he was beaten to the ground and his face was covered with blood. Although the men next to him were cruel, they did not dare to move in the face of the most ferocious god of plague in the prison...

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In the end, Qinglong was beaten until his body was completely covered with blood, and he fell to the ground with blood all over his body... His burly body was even more trembling.

Finally, the God of Plague was tired from beating, panting heavily, and stopped. He glanced disdainfully at the prisoners squatting on the ground and said coldly: "Take them in." The God of Plague looked at these scum and said.

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Several people were escorted towards the prison.

Qinglong, who was covered in blood, could only be dragged back...

Inside Nancang Prison.

I saw many prisoners surrounding the door of a prison, and inside the small iron cell lay a burly man with blood all over his face.

This person is the Qinglong who was covered in blood just now.

Sitting next to him was a tall man with a masculine and vigorous face.

He is the old man from Nancang,17.

"Brother, how is Brother Long?"

One of them, a tall man with a simple and honest face, looked at Qinglong lying on the bed with his face covered in blood and asked with concern.

Just listen to 17 frown and say: "Qinglong is in good health, nothing serious has happened. His body is just a flesh wound, but fortunately there is no damage to the internal organs..."

"You bastard, I'll kill him."

The man with a simple and honest face rushed towards the big iron gate as he spoke.

"Stop." 17 roared loudly.

The burly man who had just taken a few steps was named Huzi. Like Qinglong, he was a bloody man. Huzi had been saved by Qinglong before, so he had always treated Qinglong as his elder brother. Now that he saw Qinglong on the hospital bed, he felt like

Can't bear it.

The veins all over his arms swelled, and his body was trembling with excessive anger.

Hearing the shout, the tiger didn't move at all. He suddenly sat on the ground and started sobbing.

"Brother, Brother Long was tortured like this by that beast. I want to take revenge." The man named Huzi actually cried.

A big old man actually burst into tears.

"Yes, brother, I did that bastard."

"Brother, avenge Brother Long and chop that beast to death."

At this time, a group of people around them shouted together.

"Nonsense."

Just a sound like thunder suppressed all the sounds.

At this time, no one dared to bite, and all they could hear was the tiger's sobbing.

17 walked over slowly, stretched out a broad palm and slowly lifted up Hu Zi who was still sobbing on the ground.

"Now is not the time for revenge. The time has not come yet. The only option is to die. Can I let you all die?" 17 shouted at the crowd.

Everyone was stunned there.

Only to hear 17 look at the crowd and say, "Now that one of my brothers is injured, do you want me to see my other brothers die outside again?"

Everyone lowered their heads in shame, feeling wrong for their reckless behavior just now.

In the other cell on the far left, I heard Wan Shitong waving and saying: "Hey, hey, new guy, come here quickly, come here quickly, do you see that, that's the boss of our Nancang 17?"

Yang Hua originally didn't want to get involved in what happened in this black prison, but after what happened just now, Yang Hua already had a different view of the people in Nanchang.

After all, someone just helped me.

Although Yang Hua appears to be cold and heartless on the surface, he is not a fool after all. From what he has seen and heard in the past two days, he has a general understanding of the situation in the Black Prison.

First of all, this black jail is an underground prison of the government.

The prisoners held inside are all death row inmates sentenced to death.

Second, inside this government underground prison, there are four most powerful gangs, namely, Beicang, Nanchang, Dongcang, and Xicang. And where he is located is Nancang, whose leader is 17.

warehouse.

In addition, there is a life-and-death fist in this government underground prison that he still doesn't know about.

At this time, when Yang Hua heard Wan Shitong calling him, he stood up slowly, still raising his seemingly cold and heartless face and looking forward.

I saw many prisoners surrounding it, and in the middle was 17, who had masculine and strong muscles.

He looked like an ancient Roman warrior. His bronze skin revealed his masculinity, and the resolute face made him look even more domineering.

He is the king of Nancang,17.

What 17 said just now made all the Nancang brothers unable to help but feel ashamed.

The guy named Huzi who was sobbing just now turned his head and looked at 17 with regret and said: "I'm sorry, boss, I shouldn't be so reckless."

Na17 patted Huzi on the shoulder and said nothing.

He turned around and walked towards Qinglong who was lying on the bed.

"Brother." Qinglong slowly climbed up and looked at 17 and called out. This man whose ability and strength rivaled 17 looked at 17, his eyes turned a little red, but he still held back in the end.

17 grabbed one of Qinglong's broad palms and held it tightly: "You take good care of it first. Big brother swears in front of you now that before I 17 die, I will chop that bastard with my own hands."

Everyone looked up at 17 with admiring eyes.

"Brother, Qinglong will die first." Qinglong said, holding 17's hand tightly.

The two of them held their hands tightly like that.

"Do you know who the eldest brother is?" Yang Hua, who was looking over there with cold eyes, heard Wan Shitong's admiring voice saying.

Yang Hua neither nodded nor shook his head, remaining indifferent.

"He's our boss in Nancang, 17. Let me tell you, our boss is the most capable of fighting in the entire black prison, except of course the monsters in the House of the Dead."

"House of the Dead?" The cold-faced Yang Hua remained silent, but when he heard that weird name with a terrifying name, he couldn't help but froze for a moment, turned his head and looked at Bai Shitong in front of him silently.

"You kid, have you finally spoken?" Bai Shitong suddenly looked at Yang Hua with excitement.

Yang Hua didn't speak anymore, his eyes seemed to have regained a little life.

Just listen to Bai Shitong continue to laugh and say: "Hey, it's good if you can talk, it's good if you can talk..." Bai Shitong's bright eyes on his chubby head squinted and smiled.

"By the way, the House of the Dead you just asked about, I tell you, that is a forbidden topic in the prison." Knowledgable said as he looked around cautiously.

What did Yang Hua know about the House of the Dead and the House of the Living when he first entered the Black Prison? Of course, it was impossible to talk about anything about the House of the Dead in the Black Prison.
Chapter completed!