"What!"
Ye Qingfeng's words.
Made all the prisoners in the cell.
Exclaim in shock at once.
They had seen arrogant people before, but never someone as arrogant as this newcomer.
Meng was the small leader in the room.
Even the old prisoners treated him with respect.
Usually, in the cell, he enjoyed the treatment of having his shoulders kneaded and legs massaged.
But who would have known.
This newcomer directly commanded Meng Xiang to get away.
It was an enormous insult.
As if to slap Meng Xiang in the face in front of everyone.
"You bastard, you're really seeking death!"
Meng Xiang's face turned extremely unpleasant at that moment.
He immediately rolled up his sleeves.
His muscular, tattooed arm.
Was revealed.
"Meng is mighty, break this kid's arm into a pretzel."
Some prisoners couldn't help but egg on.
Ready to enjoy a good show.
"Do you want me to knead your shoulders or massage your legs?"
Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes.
Looked towards Meng Xiang.
