The Strongest Urban Son-in-law
Chapter 316 - 315: Death Cell

Chapter 316: Chapter 315: Death Cell

Zhou Jian furrowed his brow, "You bastard, was it you who sent someone to insult my sister? Was it your men who tore her clothes?"

Ye Feng remained silent, just coldly watching Zhou Qian and Zhou Jian.

"Motherfucker!" Zhou Jian exploded with rage, and seeing that Ye Feng wouldn’t speak, his anger peaked. He gripped an iron rod and smashed it viciously towards Ye Feng.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The dull thuds echoed continuously in the interrogation room.

However, Ye Feng did not react at all, simply allowing Zhou Jian to beat him.

Ye Feng did not make a sound, nor did he show any sign of pain. It was well known how robust Ye Feng’s body was.

The blows from Zhou Jian were like mere tickles to Ye Feng, posing no threat whatsoever. At the moment, Ye Feng’s main focus was to suppress the poison that was about to erupt within his body.

Zhou Jian kept beating Ye Feng until he was exhausted, but Ye Feng remained silent throughout.

Zhou Qian frowned and said, "Brother, what should we do if he doesn’t confess? How can we lock him up for ten or eight years?"

At that moment, Zhou Jian’s subordinates stepped forward and said, "Commander, take a rest. We have many brothers here, we can take turns beating him. I don’t believe he won’t confess. Let’s see how long he can last!"

"Good!" Zhou Jian nodded, and his twenty-odd subordinates took turns beating Ye Feng.

Ye Feng’s anger reached its limit, and the more furious he became, the calmer he appeared. The moment Ye Feng’s injuries healed would mark their demise!

People took turns beating Ye Feng, and soon it was midnight. Zhou Jian and his men were all worn out, gasping for breath, yet Ye Feng still didn’t say a word.

Zhou Jian looked incredulous. "This is so strange; this bastard is so weak in combat that any one of us could beat him, yet his skin is so thick. Despite our beating, he doesn’t have a single wound!"

Zhou Qian became anxious. "Brother, I want this bastard dead. My honor was almost ruined by him. You must not let him go!"

Zhou Jian also felt a headache coming on, but Ye Feng was too mysterious. They had beaten him so much, yet Ye Feng had not sustained any injuries, which made everyone feel extremely frustrated.

At that moment, one of Zhou Jian’s subordinates suggested, "Commander, why don’t we throw him into Death Prison? The death row inmates there are as good as dead already, and they have ways to deal with him. Even if they end up killing Ye Feng, it’s not our worry. Since he won’t confess, let’s just throw him in. If he dies tomorrow, so be it.

It would look like those death row inmates killed him, not us. What do you think?"

Hearing this, both Zhou Jian and Zhou Qian’s eyes lit up, and they nodded in agreement.

"That’s a good idea! Let’s do that, throw him into Death Prison and see what he can do!" Zhou Jian said, and Zhou Qian also nodded, "Good, good, that’s a great idea, I agree!"

"Let’s go then!" The group immediately took Ye Feng away, and shortly he arrived in Death Prison of Longdu Combat Zone. The prison held extremely vicious criminals who had committed heinous crimes.

These were all people awaiting the death penalty, desperate and dangerous. In Death Prison, there would certainly be countless ways to deal with Ye Feng.

Inside Death Prison, there were over two hundred death row inmates. At that moment, Zhou Jian brought Ye Feng to the entrance and threw him into Death Prison.

"Long Qi, come here!" Zhou Jian yelled.

From the prison, a middle-aged man with tattered clothes, a bearded face, and scars all over approached Zhou Jian and asked coldly, "What’s the matter, Commander?"

Long Qi’s voice seemed hoarse, making it feel as though someone was choking the listener, very uncomfortable.

Zhou Jian said, "This man is tough to crack. Tonight, you find a way to make him confess. If he confesses, let him go; if not, kill him. Either way, I’ll let you live a couple more years, how about that?"

Long Qi chuckled, "No problem, leave it to me. Extracting confessions, that’s something we do. You guys are far from capable!"

Zhou Jian scoffed, "Long Qi, he’s not like the others you’ve dealt with before. Don’t be so confident. Let’s see if you can do it, otherwise I’ll make sure you leave this world sooner!"

Long Qi looked relaxed, "Just leave it to me."

After speaking, Zhou Jian threw Ye Feng into the prison and then looked at Ye Feng, saying, "You bastard, if you can’t hold on, just yell that you confess. Otherwise, they will toy with you until you die!"

Ye Feng remained silent. He walked to a corner and leaned against it. Right now, Ye Feng needed to exert all his energy to suppress the poison inside his body, making it difficult even to stand, so he had to lean against a corner.

Then, Zhou Jian and the others left. At that moment, Long Qi led the others in the cell towards Ye Feng.

Long Qi approached Ye Feng without a word and kicked him in the head with half his strength.

"Thud!" Ye Feng’s head slammed heavily against the wall, creating a dent and cracking it.

Ye Feng was unharmed, and his expression remained calm.

"Oh? Such a hard head; not even phased?" Long Qi was surprised, and not just him; the other inmates were shocked too.

It was known that Long Qi, a Martial Artist at Great Perfection of Inner Strength, was terrifyingly powerful. Normally, a kick like that would have blown someone’s head apart, but Ye Feng was completely unaffected.

Ye Feng coldly surveyed the other prisoners: "Anyone who doesn’t want to die, go back to sleep. Otherwise, death penalty!"

"Hahaha~~" Hearing Ye Feng’s words, the people around him burst into loud laughter, their eyes filled with mockery, as if looking at an idiot.