Chapter 6 Chapter 5 Make a Friend

Four police officers brought Ge Gongdao back with a cart. They opened the door of the detention room, dumped him roughly on the ground, clapped their hands, and dragged the cart away.

Ge Gongdao lay on the ground motionless, as if he was dead. Only by looking closely could you find that he was actually still alive, and his body was still slightly moving with his breathing. Several criminals who were close to him came over and quickly covered their noses

"I peed in my pants, disgusting."

"Heipi (PCPD) was really cruel this time, I hope he doesn't find me."

I didn't expect Ge Gongdao to be in such a miserable state. In Zhuang Xuteng's impression, he was in a daze when he was sent back, but he could still move a little, but he couldn't stand the huge sleepiness and fell asleep (coma) immediately. This Ge Gongdao looked completely unable to move. Did the PCPD see that he was big and injected a larger amount of truth serum than him?

He couldn't be left there, because the motorcycle gang was already paying attention to him. Zhuang Xuteng hurried over and dragged the big guy's upper body off the floor. After some effort, he finally moved Ge Gongdao to a chair.

Before he could catch his breath, three motorcycle gang members surrounded him. These people exuded a smell of metal and kerosene, mixed with sweat and body odor, which was pungent and disgusting. Zhuang Xuteng didn't want to deal with any gang, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be troubled by gang members.

"Boy, I'll give you a chance to admit your mistakes and make amends. I see you're good at searching pockets, now take out the stuff in that guy's pocket and give it to us."

"No, I won't do that." Zhuang Xuteng raised his head and looked at the three motorcycle gang members, trying to use a forced smile to seek the last chance for peace. He stood between them and Ge Gongdao and said, "We were all arrested by the PCPD, so why not make friends?"

"We don't want to make any friends except for money and the loyalty of the motorcycle gang." A guy from the motorcycle gang stuck out his tongue and fiddled with his lip ring, while raising one hand to wave. "You are a pauper and have no value at all. Now I give you a chance to hide away and hand this guy over to us..."

"Don't look at him now. He is unconscious and has wet his pants. These are all facts. But you should know that he will wake up sooner or later."

The motorcycle gang laughed and said, "You are right! So you are a fool to stand up for him. Leave him to us, and you can see if he dares to cause trouble for our motorcycle gang after he wakes up!"

It is indeed wise not to cause trouble, but it is even wiser to try to make friends. Zhuang Xuteng is not a person who likes to make trouble, and he never takes the initiative to get involved in the affairs of mercenaries and gangs. But now is different from the past. He may need a friend who hires soldiers. Perhaps the way to make a fortune by selling shadows starts with the friendship of Ge Gongdao.

For the sake of interests, through calculation, Zhuang Xuteng stood firmly in place and continued to use his body to block the motorcycle gang for Ge Gongdao.

"I won't let you bully him." Zhuang Xuteng's voice was very loud. He thought that even if Ge Gongdao was unconscious and couldn't hear, other people around him could hear it, and what he said now would have a chance to be heard by Ge Gongdao in the end. "He took the initiative to help me, so he is my friend. For friends, I will also help him. This is my principle."

The three people in the motorcycle gang laughed, and then their faces sank. Their expressions changed so quickly that they seemed to have a mental illness. One of them pinched his hands, stared and said, "Your principles owe you a taste of fists."

Before he finished the exclamation mark, Zhuang Xuteng took the lead and punched him hard. The education he got from his father was: strike first to be strong, never hesitate when taking action, and must move forward!

The motorcycle gang members were not completely useless. Even if the person who spoke was stunned for a moment and failed to react, the other two could still rush over. They blocked Zhuang Xuteng's fist, wondering why the fist was so weak? The two found that the fist and arm quickly retracted when they encountered obstacles, and a thought flashed through their minds: this is a feint.

Bang!

Zhuang Xuteng kicked the enemy in the crotch, and his hard-shelled work boots crushed it hard. All feints turn into kicks in the crotch, this is the golden rule of close combat.

"Crack! My baby..." A motorcycle gang member covered his lower body with both hands, trembling and fell down, and then curled up into a ball. At this time, the other two began to punch and kick Zhuang Xuteng, and their hands and feet were equally fierce.

Zhuang Xuteng had never practiced how to fight, and his reliance was nothing more than calmness, thinking and sneak attacks. He held his head with both hands, protecting the back of his head, bent over and swung his body left and right, shouting at the loudest volume in his life: "Group fight! Riot! Charge! Charge! Charge!"

"This is a slippery guy!" A man from the motorcycle gang shouted, and then he found that Zhuang Xuteng ran into his arms.

People who don't know how to fight will only cling to it, and Zhuang Xuteng is like this. He knows very well that he must use the skill of clinging to the extreme. He dived into the other's arms and continued to arch forward with force, letting his back bear the blows. At the same time, he continued to implement the central policy of hitting the crotch with either his knees or a fist.

The other party also curled up to protect his vitals, and the two people will soon turn into a wrestling posture. This kind of wrestling is obviously not good for Zhuang Xuteng. Don't forget that he has to worry about another motorcycle gang. The guy has gone around behind Zhuang Xuteng and is ready to hit his butt crack and the back of his knees. At this moment, Zhuang Xuteng roared angrily, exerted his utmost strength, pushed and arched forward with all his strength, and crashed into the crowd with the guys from the motorcycle gang.

The detention room immediately became chaotic, with shouts, curses, and the sounds of punches and kicks from table tennis. Zhuang Xuteng and the motorcycle gang fell to the ground with a thud, and the two men were entangled in their hands and feet, becoming inseparable. He was pulled by the hair, and he also took the opportunity to grab the man's vitals.

"Let's let go together..."

Zhuang Xuteng heard the motorcycle gang's plea for mercy, and the sound entered his ears and came out again. Usually, he is an honest man, but when he needs to get angry, he will do it to the extreme, and can be called cruel and ruthless. He tightened his fingers, turned his wrist hard, and punched "that thing" hard at the same time.

"Ah~~~~" The motorcycle gang's thug screamed, his body trembling like a sieve, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes widened, obviously in extreme pain.

"Let him go!" The last motorcycle gang rushed over and kicked Zhuang Xuteng once, and then several times. Zhuang Xuteng gritted his teeth and endured, trying hard to get his legs and feet out of the entanglement. At this time, the cell was in chaos, and everyone wanted to take advantage of the chaos to take revenge and redress injustice. If there was any benefit, it was also time to take action.

On the other side of the railing, the PCPD found the chaos in the cell and immediately called in people. They didn't care about the lives and futures of these guys inside, but they didn't want to clean up the mess for the bastards, especially adding a lot of headache-inducing paperwork and reporting work.

The electric baton hit the railing, and the sharp whistle echoed in the corridor, mixed with the PCPD's shouting: "Squat down! Hold your head! Obey the order immediately, squat down and hold your head!"

Unless there is a three-fold advantage in numbers, the PCPD will not open the cell door and rush in immediately. The people inside knew the PCPD's nature very well. Not only did they not stop immediately, but they also seized the time to strive for results. Zhuang Xuteng was still trying to pull out his hands and feet. He was pressed down by the guy who was so painful that he was cramped, and his body was trampled and kicked by the motorcycle gang behind him, so it was difficult.

Suddenly, the kicking and beating stopped, and he quickly broke free, crawling and turning around to look back. The last motorcycle gang thug had his feet off the ground, his neck was tightly held by a strong arm, and a fist as big as a casserole was hitting his side ribs continuously.

The side ribs were not fatal, but they could also knock down the opponent, not to mention that the fist came from Ge Gongdao. He stood like a giant and punched like a giant. Although he was still a little shaky, he also achieved the effect of a final blow.

"Are you okay?" Zhuang Xuteng and Ge Gongdao said in unison, and the two smiled at the same time. Ge Gongdao casually threw away the motorcycle gang in his arms, swayed his body and bent forward, and stretched out his hand to him. "Help you up?"

"No, squat down quickly." Zhuang Xuteng held Ge Gongdao's big hand and pulled him down.

"Squat down? Why... why?"

"It's right to listen to me, the PCPD is coming in." Zhuang Xuteng was very anxious. He exerted force with his arms and finally pulled Ge Gongdao to his side. The big guy was drooling and grinning, obviously still in a daze, so Zhuang Xuteng took the time to help him put his hands on his head and squat in the same position.

"Now learn from me and don't mess with the PCPD." Zhuang Xuteng touched Ge Gongdao with his elbow and said to him, "Thank you for helping me out."

"What?" Ge Gongdao laughed, squeezing his eyebrows and trying to focus his eyes. "The drugs they injected are really strong, just like being drunk, uh... I feel like vomiting..."

"Don't move, don't talk! Hold it in and don't vomit." Zhuang Xuteng hurriedly instructed. At this moment, the PCPD had gathered the number of people, so they rushed into the cell, shouting loudly and hitting everyone with electric batons.

They didn't care to distinguish who was responsible and who was innocent. The only thing they cared about was who would obey and who were the troublemakers who needed to be taught a lesson. The electric baton hit his body, and the pain went straight into his bones. Zhuang Xuteng wailed, then quickly gritted his teeth and shut up, controlling his body to continue squatting on the ground with his head in his arms.

Ge Gongdao was also hit, but perhaps the effect of the drug had not worn off yet. He did not seem to be in pain, still grinning foolishly, shaking slightly and maintaining the original posture.

The PCPD had no interest in those who were beaten silently. For those who did not obey the order to squat on the ground and hold their heads, or dared to complain or resist, whether they were intentional, forced, unable to control or conditioned reflex, they were all classified as "troublemakers" - someone was responsible for the previous chaos.

Seven people were taken away by the PCPD, including the three motorcycle gang thugs who "could not control themselves", and they continued to be beaten with sticks along the way. The cell door was closed again, and everyone was allowed to stand up again. Zhuang Xuteng helped Ge Gongdao back to the bench to sit.

This time, they leaned against the wall with their backs, shoulders to shoulders, and had a relaxed silly smile on their faces.

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