C510 I Don't Need to Teach You
C510 I Don't Need to Teach You
Even though his thoughts were exposed by Lin Fann, the fatty's expression did not change: "We'll find out what is going to happen at the beginning."
In the eyes of the fatty, no matter how amazing Lin Fann was, he only knew a little martial arts.
The men he arranged for were all experts at fighting, and they were all criminals who had been locked up for a long time.
He gave these criminals a promise. As long as he killed Lin Fann, he would let them go.
This promise was a fatal temptation for criminals.
To kill a person in his territory, it was really too easy.
"This way, please."
With a fake smile, Fatty led Lin Fann into the cell. He knocked on the iron door with a stick in his hand: "Listen up, whoever dares to mess around is waiting for punishment."
"Yes."
The criminal who had already received the news replied in unison.
Looking at Lin Fann's frail body, they all looked at each other and laughed.
Even though he knew that the person coming over would be a pretty boy, he didn't expect him to be so young.
The leader of the group, with a full beard, told Lin Fann a lot from start to finish: "It's our first meeting, I'm the boss here, they are all my brothers."
"Oh."
"Okay." Lin Fann walked to the corner, sat cross-legged on the ground, and closed his eyes.
"Pay attention, use some strength."
Fatty glanced at Lin Fann, who had his eyes closed, and made a throat slitting gesture towards the bearded man: "As vicious as you can be."
"I guarantee that I will complete the mission."
The bearded man hurriedly nodded and rubbed his fingers, "About that, can you give me two cigarettes? We haven't smoked for a long time."
"Smoking is not a problem. You can do whatever you want."
He took out two cigarettes from his cigarette case and handed them over, then jokingly said, "As long as he's dead, I'll immediately let you out."
After communicating with Fatty, the bearded man lit up a cigarette and took a long drag.
Ye Zichen glanced at Lin Fann, who was sitting in the corner, then sat down by the wall, "Do you see the cigarettes in my hand? Who wants to smoke one?"
"I, I want to smoke."
"Boss, give it to me, give it to me."
Shouts rang out and his subordinates all raised their hands to ask for cigarettes.
He had been locked up in this cell for a very long time.
Just eating your fill is a problem, let alone having a cigarette.
He would occasionally be able to smoke a few cigarettes, but this was a treatment that only the boss would receive.
Now that they saw someone smoking, of course they couldn't wait to snatch it.
"This cigarette will be your reward."
He threw the cigarette in his hand into the air and ridiculed, "Who can smoke next will depend on your own ability."
Whoosh.
Seeing the cigarettes in the air, his subordinates all started fighting.
"Smoke, no one else should fight with me for it."
One of them, a muscular man, knocked the others aside with his own strength and grabbed the fallen cigarette with one hand.
"I got it, this cigarette is mine."
Pushing away the crowd with one hand, Muscular Manzi lit the fire and took a deep breath.
Whoosh.
Muscular Manzi slowly puffed out a mouthful of smoke and his face was full of satisfaction.
"Boss, thank you for the cigarette."
Bowing towards the bearded man, Muscular Man extinguished the cigarette and left half of it behind: "I'll keep the remaining cigarettes, I'll smoke it later."
He was already satisfied with being able to take a drag on his cigarette, but of course, he couldn't finish it all at once.
"Yes, you are very understanding, Mouse."
Squinting his eyes and looking at Lin Fann, who still had his eyes closed, the bearded man curled his lips: "You don't need me to teach you what to do next, right?"