Qin Feng looked at him and smiled calmly, "I'm not the kind of person who likes following rules. I prefer making them. From now on, I set the rules here. Tonight, I sleep on the bed, you all sleep on the floor!"
Zhang Qiang's facial muscles twitched. He nodded toward the six guys under the bed.
One guy yanked a blanket and threw it over Qin Feng's head.
Just like in the detention center, they cover the face when beating someone, so there aren't any marks left on the body.
Even if the guards show up, you wouldn't know who did it.
All six of these guys are real hard cases—there's not a single wimp locked up here.
Their first move always aims for the vitals.
Fists and feet rained down, striking either the ribs or the temple.
Qin Feng just sat there, letting them beat him for five or six minutes.
Finally, when they were too tired to go on, they stopped.
One of the guys said coldly, "Did this kid get beaten to death or what? Not even fighting back?"
