A guide to getting rich

Chapter 409 Zhou Gang
When Xiaofeng heard this, he immediately showed a smile on his face, thanked the guard repeatedly, and started to walk in.

The corner of the guard's lips turned slightly, his eyes looked away, but his legs suddenly stretched towards Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng was so focused on going in that he didn't notice the guard's small movements at all, and he didn't expect that the guard would stretch out his leg to stir him up. His stepping foot hooked the suddenly protruding leg, and his body immediately lost his center of gravity. fell to the ground.

Hu Feng is a martial arts practitioner, with quick eyesight and quick hands. When he saw the guard's leg sticking out, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiaofeng's arm at the right time. "Watch the road carefully, you will be fine if you fall. Hit these two military masters."

Xiaofeng nodded with a pale face: "Yes, yes, I was too careless."

Hu Feng glanced lightly at the guard who stretched out his legs, and there seemed to be sharp knives in his cold eyes.

The guard obviously didn't pay attention to the two of them, he didn't see Hu Feng's sharp eyes at all, he just smiled triumphantly, madly.

Xiaofeng saw that Hu Feng was not in the right mood, so he hurriedly pulled him away: "Brother Hu, I'm fine, let's go."

Hu Feng silently remembered the ugly faces of those two people, and temporarily swallowed this breath. One day, he will spit it out again, and spit it out fiercely.

The East Seventh Camp is different from other camps. There are wooden fences around the tents here to separate the East Seventh Camp from other camps.

Xiaofeng pointed to the tent in front of him and said, "This is it."

The guards outside the tent were sitting outside and dozing, and they didn't even wake up when they approached.

The East Seventh Battalion was very quiet, unusually quiet.

There are three tents in the camp, only the one in front of you is guarded at the door, it seems that only this tent is locked up, the other tents are all empty, even if they are not empty, they must be holding insignificant prisoners.

Hu Feng hissed at Xiaofeng, signaling him not to wake up the guard in front of him, lest he be like the two before him, and have to toss them for nothing.

The two entered the tent lightly, and a foul smell came over their faces.

There is an unpleasant smell of feces, the rotten smell of suppurated flesh, and the musty smell of food, mixed together, the smell is choking.

Since Xiaofeng got into the tent, his tears couldn't stop falling. He tried his best to hold back, but seeing the miserable state of the people inside, he couldn't help it no matter what.

Hu Feng held his hand tightly, warmly and forcefully: "Don't make a sound, hold this one first." Although he hasn't seen the appearance of these criminals clearly, he has a feeling in his heart that these people may be different from himself. related.

After handing the food box to Xiaofeng, he turned around and left the camp, looked left and right, and after confirming that there was no one there, he stretched out his hand and slashed at the sleeping guard, knocking him unconscious with a palm.

When he returned to the tent, he saw Xiaofeng kneeling in front of an unconscious prisoner, shaking the prisoner's body constantly, tears falling down like broken beads, opening his mouth to scream, But he didn't dare to cry out, and his trembling mouth only kept whining.

Hu Feng stepped forward and patted Xiaofeng on the shoulder, "Don't cry, he's not dead, he's still alive."

Xiaofeng wiped away the tears from his face, and looked at Hu Feng with a pleading face: "Brother Hu, I know you are a capable person, please, please save him."

Hu Feng was not surprised that he would make such a request. Ever since Xiaofeng went back crying, he knew that the people imprisoned in the East Seventh Battalion must be his relatives.

"Who is he? Why is he locked up here?" Hu Feng asked.

(End of this chapter)