The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

In the past, they stood on the side of the ostracized and oppressed waste. From now on, they will stand on the side that...grasps the rope of fate and strangles others.

The first person to stand on the side will be the second, the second will be the third, and then they can't stop.

This kind of thing is like dominoes. After the first one is pushed down, the rest will follow one after another.

Guan Zhong rushed forward recklessly, and the other "Wang Congs" seemed to be driven by some irresistible force.

It was unclear whether the brain was commanding the body or the body was holding the brain. In short, it was like a collective awakening. They rushed to the shaky broken door together, squeezing and pushing...to kill Zhao Jia.

Feng Mu certainly would not be naive to think that they really awakened completely. It is not that easy to awaken as Wang Cong, but today is a positive start. They are taking the crucial first step towards becoming the next Wang Cong.

The subsequent process may experience repeated repetitions, and it will take several courses of medication to consolidate. This depends on Feng Mu's methods.

Gong Qi was the first to break through the door. Hearing the pace of the people chasing behind him, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency, and his steps suddenly became faster.

"Except for my junior brother, no one here can snatch my head."

Gong Qi sneered, and his arm seemed to grow longer out of thin air, and his five fingers exuded a fishy and evil wind.

Zhao Jia was horrified. The moment the door was cracked, he had already wanted to retreat, but when Feng Mu called out his real name, his feet seemed to be cast under a spell. He didn't dare to retreat or escape.

Hesitation will lead to defeat!

When he feels the evil wind blowing on his face, he will have to ask Gong Qi if he agrees.

Zhao Jia quickly pulled back, his head instinctively shrank back. At the same time, he used all his strength to stimulate the blood and qi in his body, and swung his arms horizontally. Under the action of this force, the clothes burst instantly, revealing the dense black iron rings on his arms.

Zhao Jia shook his arms violently, and the iron rings vibrated violently, making a dull buzzing sound.

Gong Qi's pupils shrank into snake pupils, and his five fingers hit the circle of iron rings, and the clothes rippled.

If it were the eldest brother Li Bashan, he would not care about these things. He only needed to slap his palm to shake the opponent's iron rings and arms into meat paste.

But Gong Qi naturally could not be compared with the freak of the eldest brother, not to mention that he did not follow the domineering way of Li Bashan, who was open and closed, and used force to suppress others.

His martial arts style was the same as his person, taking a sinister and vicious way. Every move and every style contained cunning and fatality, which made people hard to guard against.

He didn't like to fight with force. Even if he was sure that he could crush the iron rings with one claw, he would not do so. Gong Qi preferred to use softness to break hardness, like a poisonous python, using his flexible body and insidious snake teeth to play with dead prey.

Gong Qi retracted his fingers like a gossamer and dodged Zhao Jia's iron arm.

His toes lightly touched the ground, like a snake's tail swinging, drawing a semicircle on the ground, and quietly circled behind Zhao Jia.

Zhao Jia's reaction was not slow either. His right arm changed from horizontal to vertical, his five fingers were inward, his waist twisted and turned to exert force, driving his shoulders and arms to swing sideways together, and the iron ring around his arm during the rotation was like a battering ram whistling.

Buzz——

The air was rippling with visible ripples.

Gong Qi lightly tapped his feet and retreated three steps. The direction of his retreat was quite particular. If you look closely, it seems that he was avoiding Zhao Jia's attack, but also seemed to be seducing the latter to distance himself from Guan Zhong and others.

Zhao Jia laughed grimly, smashed his right arm vertically, smashed his left arm horizontally, one right and one left, one horizontal and one vertical, and swirled two black winds, biting madly.

Holes were swirled in the white painted wall, and the brick wall was scattered with debris like tofu. For a moment, the interweaving of black and white was very beautiful.

Dust danced in the air, and inevitably a few grains got into Zhao Jia's eyes. He blinked instinctively.

In just 0.1 seconds, he felt that the originally hazy white fog slowed down in a trance, and the whole vision suddenly became clear. The sweat beads splashing on his arms, every drop seemed to reflect a crystal track.

Everything became so clear, so clear that he could almost see the flow of every wisp of air, so that the face in front of him also became... air!

Disappeared?

Zhao Jia's heart was filled with alarm bells. He squinted his eyes and caught a glimpse of a pale hand silently approaching, like a poisonous snake that suddenly shot out from the bushes. When you see it, its tongue is already licking your throat.

Zhao Jia had no time to retract his arm. He gritted his teeth and kicked sideways.

But Gong Qi seemed to have expected it. He didn't touch the ground. He approached Zhao Jia's chest like a ghost and made his side kick miss at a strange angle.

Then, Gong Qi raised his arm slightly, and the cuffs and palms gently rested on Zhao Jia's throat.

This action was extremely gentle, without much force, as if a ball of cotton was lightly hitting him, or as if it was a delicate teasing and caress between lovers.

Zhao Jia didn't even feel the slightest pain. He just felt that the palm touched him lightly and then left, leaving an indescribable numb feeling.

"Junior brother, do you want to live or die?"

"Brother, please do as you please!"

"Hehehe——"

This was a conversation Zhao Jia heard. The two people who spoke had very soft tones, one gentle and the other feminine, just like the Ping brothers discussing what dishes to have for dinner.

But Zhao Jia stared angrily. There was no food in front of him, only a headless corpse spinning around.

In the spinning vision, hot liquid splashed on his face, and there was a sound like a ball falling to the ground in his ears. Zhao Jia tried to turn his neck, but strangely, his neck did not move at all. He turned his eyes stiffly and saw a finger with black blood.

The finger was as pale as paper, and the veins were like dry dead wood, and the blood and qi revealed a sinister intent.

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Withered Tree and Decayed Grass Palm.

Yin Blood Finger.

What a sinister and vicious martial arts style.

No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't get the attack. He leaned down, grabbed the hair on the ground with hatred, and pulled it up in his hand like pulling out weeds.

Zhao Jia suddenly realized, thinking: "Who said there is no food on the table? My head is on someone else's table?"

One thought, all thoughts are dead, life is gone.

"What do you want to do with a head?" Feng Mu looked at Guan Zhong who came back with the head. His smile was still peaceful, but there was a subtle deep meaning in his tone.

Guan Zhong gently raised the head in his hand, his eyes serious and firm, he explained:

"There are many people downstairs, carrying a corpse is too conspicuous, but if you only bring a head, I can easily hide it in my clothes and quietly bring it back to the prison for you."

Feng Mu's mouth corners slightly raised, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes, but he still pretended not to know and asked:

"Then why do you want to take a head back to the prison?"

Guan Zhong answered without hesitation: "This person killed Gong Lao and forged a suicide note. It is obviously related to the riot in the death row. Take his head back and you can report to the warden."

Feng Mu's eyes swept over the other people around him and found that they all nodded silently, and they all agreed with Guan Zhong's idea.

Feng Mu showed a look of relief on his face, thinking that the treatment course of helping to reform them might be shortened a lot. They are all very promising patients.

Feng Mu smiled and said, "The man is dead, so just throw his head to the police station, take a photo, and pick up his phone."

Guan Zhong said "Oh", threw away the head, posed for it, and took a precise photo.

After taking the photo, Guan Zhong searched the phone very subjectively. He frowned and said, "There is nothing in the phone. The communication records have been cleared."

Feng Mu was not surprised by this. He responded calmly, "It doesn't matter. Just call one."

Guan Zhong was stunned and couldn't react for a while: "I call? Who do I call?"

Guan Zhong was slightly stunned and asked in confusion: "I call? Who do I call?"

Feng Mu's smile became even brighter. His eyes swept across everyone and finally stopped on Guan Zhong. He smiled happily:

"Of course, call the person you miss the most!"

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