In a dark prison cell, even with just one move reserved for the opponent's palm, you can still "recognize" who the other person is when it dawns.

  It was him who that night, at the Fei Long's house, attacked Xiang Tian Liang with an iron rod, a distant relative of Gao Xing, the deputy director of the Construction Bureau.

  At almost the same time, the man in black let out a cry of surprise as he too recognized Xiang Tianliang and was astonished at his appearance here.

  It's really a narrow road for enemies, and it's getting a bit hot towards dawn. We've met twice, and both times we've attacked each other. This guy is really annoying.

  Without saying a word, his left palm had barely finished its motion when his right palm shot out, carrying a whooshing sound as it swept towards the man in black.

  The man in black did not expect Tian Liang's counterattack to be so swift, and his heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, Tian Liang's right palm was already in front of him.

  The black-clad man's body retreated sideways.

  Unexpectedly, Xiang Tianliang's right palm was just a feint, merely a fake attack before counterattacking.

  He felt the retreat of the man in black, it was when he was unstable at the bottom and easily hit.

  The machine cannot be wasted, the time will not come again, the right palm that has been launched has not yet withdrawn, and the body that is heading towards the sky has already risen into the air, with both legs slightly bent and together. Suddenly, in mid-air, both legs violently split apart, with a fierce force, opening to the left and right, sweeping horizontally in two directions.

  This is one of the ultimate inherited skills from the family ancestors, Whirlwind Double Flying Kicks.

  A dull thud, towards the bright right calf, heavily and solidly swept across the black-clothed person's neck.

  Then, the black-clad person's body flew out and fell on someone.

  Suddenly, the courtyard became lively, with shouts, curses, and laughter bursting out all at once.

  "Bang." Someone turned on the light.

  The dim yellow light made it possible for Xiang Tianliang to see the situation in the room clearly.

  On both sides of the big kang, there were more than ten prisoners, covered with quilts and sitting there, staring at him straight.

  The man in black was still lying on the large kang to his right, having just fallen and flown out, not only hitting one person, but also smashing into three prisoners sitting side by side.

  The air moved to form wind, a pungent smell rushed towards the sky and hit people's noses.

  This is one of the characteristics of this number.

  Xiang Tianliang knew that this kind of 50-60 square meter cell was called a "big cell". The number of people coming and going was stable at around 30, excluding the toilet and washbasin. On both sides were two large platforms that occupied most of the area, with waist-high red-painted wooden boards on top of cold concrete. This was called a "plank bed" or "board". In the detention center's cells, plank beds held an absolutely important position. Every day, detainees had to spend 20 hours on them - sitting, sleeping, eating, and doing everything else. On both sides of the platform were large iron bars standing upright, specifically for serving dangerous prisoners. They wore foot shackles and were locked onto the iron bars 24/7.

  Xiang Tianliang had been a police informant during his university internship and had also served time in prison. To him, prisons all looked the same nationwide, with only minor differences, so it wasn't unfamiliar to him.

  He didn't even glance at the black-clad man who was trying to get up from where he had fallen, and completely ignored everyone else, walking straight in until he reached the very back of the room.

  In this place, there is only one truth that works: the strong are kings and the weak are meat.

  On the right side of Datong Street, at the very end, there was an empty bed. As it was getting light, I guessed that it belonged to a black-clad person. He kicked off his shoes and sat down directly on it.

  In the train compartment, this is the best position, equivalent to first class on a plane.

  The people on both sides of the street looked silently at Xiang Tianliang.

  The man in black finally got up, came down from the kang, and walked over with his hand covering his chest.

  This is a man of about forty years old, with a bronze-colored face, slender build, and a scar over an inch long on his left forehead, which is his most distinctive mark.

  "Are you Chen Dabian? The leader here?"

  "My name is Wang Ying, and he's Chen Dabian."

  Hei Yiweng pointed at the fat man on the opposite kang and said in a low voice.

  "Sit." Looking up at the concrete slab above his head, only one word came out of his mouth.

  "Thank you." Wang Ying sat down at the edge of the bed and continued: "Chen Dabao is the head here."

  He adjusted his gaze towards Chen Dabao, who was sitting there and immediately nodded and bowed.

  "Chen, be bold and go to sleep with the lights off."

  Tian Liang lay on the bed, propping his head up with a pillow, hugging his legs, and lifting one leg high, swaying gently.

  "Shut up and go to sleep with the lights off, or else!" Chen shouted.

  Back in the darkness of the hut.

  "Wang Ying, sleep beside me."

  "Thank you, thank you."

  Wang Ying climbed onto the bed, lifted up a quilt, and kicked the person under the quilt with her foot. The person didn't dare make a sound and obediently retreated to the other side.

  "My name is Xiang Tianliang."

  "Thanks for sparing my life twice, brother."

  "So you're saying that now you are the boss here?" Tian Liang asked.

  Wang Ying said respectfully: "It was before, but it's not now."

  "Oh?"

  "Now you're the big boss, everyone's big boss."

  Twice they clashed, and Xiang Tianliang did not take advantage of his victory to pursue, Wang Ying was convinced, although he was the first in literature and second in martial arts, but he could not beat him, and it was useless to be unconvinced.

  "Why did you attack me just now?"

  Wang Ying said in a low voice: "Boss, I was secretly caught and brought here. The one surnamed Xie ordered Zheng Junbo to torture me in various ways. I thought, I thought you were also sent by them, so...so..."

  Xiang Tianliang nodded and said, "Hehe, don't worry, the one with the surname Xie was driven away by me. As for Zheng Junbo, I just dealt with him in the interrogation room earlier. I reckon he won't be able to leave the hospital within half a month."

  "Boss, you're indeed our boss." In the darkness, Wang Ying gave a thumbs up.

  Listening to Tian Liang's words, I got goosebumps all over my body.

  "Wang Ying, Deputy Director Gao already knows about your situation, he's trying to find a way to save you."

  "Really?" Wang Ying was both surprised and delighted.

  "You can still hold on, right?" Towards Tianliang and the excitement outside, what they feared most was that Wang Ying couldn't hold on and would reveal the truth to the police.

  Wang Ying sat up and said: "Boss, after you go out, tell my brother that I didn't say a word."

  "Good job, Director Gao didn't misjudge you." Xiang Tianliang patted Wang Ying's leg and praised him.

  Wang Ying asked in a low voice: "Boss, you're a public figure, how did they get you in here?"

  "Hehe, just like you, they want what's in my hands."

  "Ah...... So, you're saying that you got it that night?" Wang Ying asked with a start.

  "Shh..."

  Wang Ying hastily covered her mouth, "But how are we going to get out?"

  "Rest assured, I have a way, go to sleep first."

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