I killed the film and television world

Chapter 35 Waste Utilization
Song Ren listened to Chen Sheng quietly, and he understood something in his heart.

As the other party said, death row prisoners usually carry a special label -

Deprivation of political rights for life.

Therefore, death row inmates may make most prisoners in prison feel afraid.

But outside, especially in places where the light of the law does not shine, death row inmates are at the bottom of the chain of contempt.

Because his death would be in vain.

Although Song Ren was not a death row prisoner, he was in prison to replace a death row prisoner.

Only the warden and a very few other people understood this.

Chen Sheng raised his hand, glanced at the quartz watch on his wrist, and raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to go back to the villa with me first and meet the big boss who chose to support you, or wait for the other two?"

Song Ren: "Wait and see?"

Chen Sheng: "Then you may have to wait a little longer."

"Not everyone can walk out of this barren mountain as easily as you can."

At this point, he paused and said, "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, how come you are so skilled, are you from a martial arts school?"

Song Ren lied without hesitation: "I guess so. I studied in a martial arts school for a few years and visited some masters in the south and north. I think I have achieved something."

Chen Sheng nodded: "No wonder, there are three pit bulls. Even if it is me, if I only rely on a claw knife, I will probably be crippled if not dead."

"So I can never imagine how you did it, but I guess your skills must be incredible."

"If there is a chance, you might as well learn from each other."

Song Ren nodded in agreement.

Chen Sheng took out a cigarette box from his pocket, lit one himself, and then handed one to Song Ren.

"I gave it up before." Song Ren shook his head and pointed at his head: "This place needs to be kept in the best condition."

Chen Sheng gave a thumbs up and started to smoke. After a while, he spoke again: "Brother, can you tell me how you got in?"

Song Ren just smiled politely and didn't answer.

Seeing this, Chen Sheng didn't say anything, but stopped communicating with Song Ren.

After waiting for another half an hour, until there were several cigarette butts on the ground, Du Youbang finally walked out of the deserted mountain in a slightly embarrassed manner.

His prison uniform was torn in several places, and some bloodstains could be vaguely seen on his body.

However, there were no bite wounds, and his hands were stained with blood. The claw knife had been taken back by the gatekeeper when he came out.

As soon as he walked out, he saw Song Ren and Chen Sheng squatting not far away.

Du Youbang couldn't help but show a hint of surprise in his eyes. He looked at Song Ren carefully and cursed in his heart -

Damn, unharmed?!
Three pit bulls, they are not cute pet dogs.

The two adult fierce mastiffs had already made him look a bit embarrassed, but this guy didn't even have a tear in his prison uniform.

There was nothing different about his entire body except for some spots of blood.

Looking at the cigarette butt under the driver's feet, Du Youbang felt even heavier in his heart.

How on earth did this guy do it?
Chen Sheng stood up at the right time and took the initiative to greet Du Youbang.

Du Youbang was also surprised by Chen Sheng's identity: "Are you the Double Flower Red Stick of Hutchison?"

Chen Sheng: “I just started my job last year.”

Du Youbang suddenly realized, no wonder he looked so unfamiliar.

When he took up the post, he was already in prison.

Du Youbang said a few words briefly, then looked back at the barren mountain: "How long do we have to wait here?"

Chen Sheng was about to reply.

Song Ren suddenly stood up and said, "Here I come."

On the barren mountain, a limping figure staggered down.

It was not until they were outside the guardrail door that they could see Lu Zhengyang's condition clearly under the moonlight.

Somewhat miserable.

There were scratches all over his body, and his prison uniform had become like rags, barely hanging on his body. His calf was stained red with blood, and the flesh was slightly turned outward, and was simply bandaged with rags.

This state is much more miserable than Du Youbang's.

This result is really inconsistent with his seemingly explosive physique.

After Lu Zhengyang came out, just like Du Youbang, he first glanced at the two people he was traveling with, and then his face became a little embarrassed.

Du Youbang only had some scratches, but Song Ren was even more outrageous...

Lu Zhengyang limped over, laughed miserably, and said self-deprecatingly: "I didn't expect that I would be the worst among us."

"Look, have I brought shame to Stanley..."

Chen Sheng smiled and said, "It's already pretty good. Those fierce mastiffs have been carefully selected and specially trained."

"You can still make fun of yourself, which means the injury probably didn't affect your bones. Just hang up the IV for a few days and take care of yourself, and you'll be fine."

"Being able to get this ticket has already proved myself. There is no need to doubt myself."

Lu Zhengyang did not comment.

If there were no comparison, he might actually feel a little proud. After all, they are two fierce mastiffs, and they are of excellent breeds that have been specially trained.

But look at the other two in the same group.

One only had three or five scratches, the other...

Forget it, let’s not compare.

Lu Zhengyang felt a little depressed.

Even though he had seen Song Ren's skills before, especially the scene where he beat a man to death with great pleasure, he still remembered it vividly.

But, there are three pit bulls on the barren mountain!
Now he was standing in front of him unharmed, and he was probably the first one to come out!
How does this compare!
Chen Sheng: "How is it? Can you still walk?"

"Why don't you go meet those big water pipes who have been waiting for a long time? They will be your financial backers in the future."

"With their support behind you, you can stand firm in the top boxing ring."

Lu Zhengyang gritted his teeth and nodded: “Then let’s go.”

The group walked along the trail for a long time, and Lu Zhengyang's face became paler and paler.

Only then did I finally see the main entrance of the villa not far ahead.

At this time, the main door had been opened from the inside.

A black car with a little golden man hanging on the front of the car jumped out of the door of the villa and then disappeared into a cloud of dust.

In the moment when he passed by a group of people, through the gap in the back seat window, the sinister eyes of the person sitting inside swept across Song Ren.

Song Ren noticed it and turned to Chen Sheng and asked, "Is that the one I offended... Mr. Guo?"

Chen Sheng nodded: "Yes, that car is indeed his."

Song Ren didn't say anything else, but just silently memorized the license plate of the car.

The Rolls-Royce drove away, and a black one followed closely behind it.

However, when passing by Song Ren and his group, the car suddenly slowed down and lowered the windows.

The two brothers Zheng Qizhi and Zheng Qixiong were revealed, sitting in the front row.

Zheng Qizhi looked Song Ren up and down and frowned: "It seems that you are lucky."

Zheng Qixiong held the steering wheel and said calmly, "Don't die in the ring."

"If you offend Mr. Guo, you will have to pay a price."

"This look right now is not good."

Song Ren raised his eyebrows, looked at the two arrogant people, and suddenly smiled again: "If you really don't like me, you might as well come to the ring to find me."

"Mr. Guo happens to be short of a quota, so I can give it to you. It can be considered as making good use of waste."

Zheng Qizi and Zheng Qixiong's expressions suddenly changed and they looked at Song Ren at the same time.

Finally, he spat out a few cruel words, sparing his words like gold:

Wait for us to come on stage and beat you to death!
(End of this chapter)