Chapter 85 Military Prison

Just as Han Feng was in a state of memory, the door of the cell was opened. At this time, Han Feng was on the verge of fainting. He wanted to open his eyes but found that he could not do it at all. At this time, his super willpower could not match the body approaching collapse.

Now every time he moves, even a finger, it will consume a lot of heat, so Han Feng can only maintain his original state.

At this time, a prison guard who opened the cell covered his nose with one hand, tilted his head outside, and reached into the narrow cell with one hand, and pulled Han Feng out rudely.

Han Feng has no power, and his body can only fall in the direction of the other party's hand.

When Han Feng's body fell to him, the prison guard pushed Han Feng's body away as if he had touched feces, and saw Han Feng fall to the side.

A burst of heartbreaking pain surged into his heart, causing Han Feng to release a large amount of energy in an instant, and his body moved.

"Not bad! I've been hungry for two days and I still have strength. Many soldiers don't have such strong willpower as him. At this time, an officer with a big belly said with a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"The chief, he beats me like this. He obviously doesn't pay attention to the people in our military region!" There was a man standing beside the officer with a big belly. The man's face was covered with gauze, leaving only a pair of eyes and a nostrils.

"He Fei, don't worry, I will make the decision for you to beat senior officers of the military region. This charge is enough for him. Even if he is not sentenced to death, he will stay in the military prison for at least decades. At that time, you can do whatever you want." The man with a big belly said without hurry.

"Thank you, chief! Thank you, chief!" He Fei nodded and bowed like a mummy.

"I'll leave it to you here. Don't let him die, otherwise it's too cheap for him." The man with a big belly didn't even look at Han Feng. He turned around and walked to the door of the cell.

"Yes! Good job, chief!" He Fei immediately straightened up his military posture, but this military posture was far from the standard Chinese military posture. His body leaned forward, and his head was lower than that of the slaves in ancient times. The man with a big belly walked far away, and He Fei still maintained this posture.

After the man with a big belly disappeared into the corridor, He Fei stood up straight, and the servant on his face was completely gone. He immediately changed into a stern expression and said to the prison guard behind him, "Go, get him some food and wake him up!"

"Yes!" Seeing He Fei's stern face, the prison guard couldn't help trembling with his frightened body. After a military posture, he immediately trotted out.

"Take those tparts, don't take fresh ones!" He Fei's voice sounded behind the prison guard.

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At this time, in the study of a villa area in a military area in the suburbs of Yanjing City, there are two women standing, one is young and lovely, and the other is enchanting. They are Murong Xueer and Nangong Shuiyue.

Murong Xueer was wearing a pair of well-fitting jeans and a red sweater, which was clean, neat and generous.

Nangong Shuiyue was wearing a rigorous professional suit. Her whole body was not tightly dressed, and the usual enchanting expression on her face was restrained and changed into a respectful face.

An old man in his 70s was sitting in front of them. The old man's hair was childlike. Although his hair was white, it could not hide the strong vitality of the old man. This spirit was enough to make many young people feel ashamed.

"Xiao Xue, you haven't come to see Grandpa for a long time." The old man looked at Murong Xueer with a kind face and said.

"Grandpa, I've been too busy with my work during this period, and I've been trying to come to see you, but I can't find time." Murong Xueer said and lifted the bag of things in her hand, and then said, "Grandpa, I brought you something back. I don't know if you like it or not." With that, he handed it to the old man's desk.

"Oh?" The old man picked up the reading glasses in his hand and put them on. Just as he wanted to see it, he raised his head and said to Murong Xueer and Nangong Shuiyue, "Xiao Xue, Shuiyue, you sit down." Then the old man ignored the two of them, peeled off the bag, and then revealed a pair of carefully packaged rectangular things.

The old man's interest was suddenly raised, and he carefully picked up a knife and carefully cut the wrapping paper bit by bit.

At this time, Nangong Shuiyue took Murong Xueer to sit on the sofa. Nangong Shuiyue took Murong Xueer's hand and gave her a reassuring look.

When the old man removed the exquisite wrapping paper, his eyes widened and showed an incredible expression. After a while, the old man finally came to his senses. His hands trembled a little and picked up the picture frame he had just known, and his hands carefully stroked the glass picture frame. Anyone could see him. I am very satisfied with this gift.

Murong Xueer, who was sitting on the sofa, saw the old man's reaction, and the tension in her heart was completely replaced by excitement. She knew that the gift she gave was right in the old man's arms, and the purpose of giving it was achieved, and the next thing would be easy.

After observing for a long time, the old man finally reluctantly removed his eyes from the painting, "Xiao Xue, is there anything you need Grandpa to do for you?" Although what the old man said was straightforward, his tone was still kind.

"Ha ha, you can't hide anything from Grandpa's fire-eyed crystal, Xiaoxue, tell me, Grandpa will definitely help you." Nangong Shuiyue opened her mouth to help before Murong Xueer spoke.

"You girl, I asked you to help manage the company, but you pushed it, as if it was killing you, but now you are helping Xiaoxue to put a high hat on Grandpa. If it weren't Xiaoxue, I would teach you a good lesson!" The old man said to Nangong Shuiyue.

"Grandpa's lesson is that we are all a family. Of course, we have to negotiate with Grandpa for help if we have something to do." Nangong Shuiyue has a respectful face, and there is no such glamour in the face of Han Feng.

"Ha ha, you are eloquous. I can't beat you." The old man's bright smile spread all over the room, and then said kindly to Murong Xueer, "Xiao Xue, what do you think you need Grandpa to help?"

"Grandpa, I want to ask you to help me save someone." Although Murong Xueer knew her grandfather's prestige, she was still a little uncertain because the fact she asked for was too special.

"Who?" The old man said in a concise tone.

"Han Feng," Murong Xueer said, "It's the person who beat the Japanese who has been making a lot of noise recently."

"Oh? Do you know that young man? The old man came for a while and asked with interest.

"Ye-huh, he is the owner of the movie I'm shooting now."

"Well, this young man is good, bloody, and a Chinese man!" The old man said with praise.

"But recently he was arrested and put into the cell of the barracks for beating an officer. I heard that he was going to be sentenced to a heavy sentence. Grandpa, please help him." Murong Xueer looked at the old man for help.

"Yes, grandpa, please help him. Otherwise, we Chinese people will not have a face in the future. When the Japanese invaded China, we Chinese people were humiliated. Now they still want to ride on our heads to be domight. I can't stand this tone!" Nangong Shuiyue said angrily.

"Yes! Grandpa, it's wrong for them. They bully us Chinese people, and we take reason. Han Feng just did what a Chinese man with flesh and blood should do. Murong Xueer said.

"You two don't have to be so excited. He did the right thing, and he should do the same. However, now things have risen to the height of the country, which is more difficult. Moreover, he also beat a senior officer of the army. These two charges are deducted, and he will be imprisoned even if he does not die." The old man pondered for a moment.

"Grandpa, please help him!" Murong Xueer begged.

"Don't worry, I will help you, but I can't guarantee that I will save her. After all, this is not an ordinary thing. I can only try my best."

"Thank you, Grandpa!" Murong Xueer and Nangong Shuiyue said in one voice.

"Okay, you go out. I'll enjoy this painting by Liu Sanshui first and deal with this matter later."

"Yes!"

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"Come on! There is food here. Come and get it! Come on!" He Fei wore a plastic glove in his hand, grabbed a dark steamed bun, and said to Han Feng lying on the ground, with joking eyes on his face.

Seduction didn't work. He Fei saw that Han Feng had no reaction at all. The original joking expression solidified in an instant, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, he threw the steamed bun in his hand to the ground fiercely, walked to Han Feng angrily, and then raised one foot and stepped on Han Feng's stomach.

Han Feng only heard a muffled sound, and then his stomach began to turn upside down. His body was also bowed into a shrimp because of pain. The cold sweat on his forehead was flowing, and his face turned red, but he bit his teeth without saying a word.

When He Fei saw that Han Feng was so tough, he was even more angry and stepped on his stomach again. "Aren't you very good at hitting? Come on! Hit me! Come and hit me!" He Fei stepped on Han Feng's stomach, gritted his teeth and pressed the weight of his body and the power of his hatred on Han Feng's stomach, and said arrogantly.

"Let me tell you, how did you hit me at the beginning? I want you to pay back ten times a hundred times!" With that, He Fei stepped on Han Feng's stomach again.

After stepping on the third foot, Han Feng only felt a burst of impulse in his throat, and then a mouthful of yellow gallbladder protruded from his mouth.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. I'm going to torture you well! Otherwise, my injury will be in vain!"

"Didn't you eat? Since you don't eat, I'll feed you!" He Fei raised his foot stepping on Han Feng's stomach, took a few steps back, and picked up the black, hard and gr leavened steamed bun from the ground.

Then he saw him walking step by step towards Han Feng, who was lying on the ground half dead.

PS: Happy New Year to all readers! Fruit late-night typing is to let you receive a surprise on New Year's Day. The second chapter will be around 11 p.m., because fruit has to go to work during the day and has something to do. Thank you for your support!