Genius Daddy in the City

Chapter 600: If You Don’t Believe It, Look Up and See Who the Heavens Will Spare!

“Bring him out.

I want to see whether he is a tough guy or a tough talker!”

Following Yamaguchi Aoki’s words, two consecrated experts of Yamaguchi Group immediately walked towards the third cell with a cold grin.

“Master Song!”

“Dojo Master!”

Seeing this, the originally quiet prison immediately became stirred. Countless people stood up and angrily glared at Yamaguchi Aoki while cursing.

It was obvious that Song Zhifeng had a lot of prestige among everyone.

An old man in a black training suit suddenly stood up from the fourth cell and punched the steel pillar. His eyes were filled with rage, “Yamaguchi Aoki, if you want to take someone with you, take me, Meng Zixiang instead. Don’t you dare touch Old Song!”

However, the two cultivation consecrators ignored him. They opened the door of the third cell and reached out to grab Song Zhifeng.

“Don’t touch me, I can walk by myself!”

Song Zhifeng’s expression remained the same. He stood up and walked out of the cell calmly. There was no fear on his face at all.

“Old Song, you can’t go with them!”

Meng Zixiang immediately stopped him, “The internal injuries in your body haven’t healed all these years. You definitely can’t withstand their punishment!”

“Yeah, Master Song, don’t go. Take me instead!”

“Bastards, come at me instead if you guys want to take revenge. Don’t touch the Dojo Master!”

“…”

In an instant, all the people inside the cells slammed on the steel pillars.

“Hahaha!”

In the face of everyone’s anger, Song Zhifeng laughed out loud instead, “My fellow countrymen and comrades, don’t be mad. Anger is for the weak. It’ll make the enemy happy. Don’t cry, because the bad people will make fun of us!

Hundreds of Chinese cultivators are locked up here. They wouldn’t dare to kill us all, so they wanted to vent their anger by humiliating us!

We call these people psychopaths!”

Song Zhifeng laughed as he walked, but everyone in the cells could not stop crying.

“I, Song Zhifeng, joined the army at the age of 16. Back then, I killed countless Japanese. Now, I’m 97 years old. I’ve lived a good life to have everyone fending for me!

Hahaha!”

Song Zhifeng walked to Yamaguchi Aoki with a big smile and said calmly, “Use whatever tricks you have!”

“Looks like you’ve quite the prestige in their hearts!”

Yamaguchi Aoki took in everyone’s expressions and was delighted instead of being angry, “That’s even better!”

“I’ve heard that there are ten cruel punishments in China, but I’ve never seen one before. Today, I’ll try them on you!”

He lowered his head to play with the ring in his hand and said without raising his head, “Let’s start with castration!”

The moment that was said, everyone’s eyes turned red. Humiliation and hatred exploded in their hearts.

Resentment!

They resented this!

They were originally people from the cultivation world, but at that moment, they could not unleash their full strength. They were no different than cripples. They could only watch the bunch of animals before them torture their people one after one.

Even Song Zhifeng was shocked, but he laughed again, “It’s just skin, it’s just skin. Today, your Yamaguchi Group did this to us, you guys will definitely be taken revenge on in the future. Just you wait, there will be powerhouses from China who will kill their way into Japan!”

“Even the most powerful person in China avoided the challenge, what are the rest going to do?”

Yamaguchi Aoki sneered and gave his subordinate a look. The subordinate immediately walked over and pressed Song Zhifeng onto a table. Subsequently, he took off his shirt domineeringly.

At that moment, Song Zhifeng’s thin body was covered with various wounds. There were gunshot wounds, knife wounds, and even bite wounds. They were densely packed, and it was a ghastly sight.

The people in the steel prison became silent. It was the first time they saw so many scars under Song Zhifeng’s tough appearance.

Even Yamaguchi Aoki was slightly shocked and could not help but ask, “Wait, where did all these wounds come from?”

Song Zhifeng pointed at the gunshot wound that was less than three inches away from his heart and said, “This was from the battle at the Niangzi Pass. God spared my life!

This was from the Battle of Xinkou!”

He pointed at the scar on his left rib and said, “I severed the heads of countless Japanese during this battle. Now that I think about it, I wish I could go back 80 years ago and kill a few more!

I got this from Pingxing Pass…”

“Baka!”