Ahhhh...

Begging for life...

It’s impossible! It’s absolutely wrong! It’s impossible!

If the wrong party is so young, how can he be admitted to the attendant's room? What a fool!

However, his eyes soon darkened.

But Zhang Yong took out the special pass for the attendant's room.

Boy, keep scolding!

The harsher the scolding, the better. It is best to pay tribute to the eighteen generations of ancestors.

Anyway, the attendant's room is not his attendant's room. It belongs to Jiang. What I am scolding is Jiang. What does it have to do with Zhang Yong?

He's very generous and won't care. Just scold him. Just scold him.

For a minute or two, Zhao Dianchun felt that time was as long as ten thousand years.

Attendant's room, Attendant's room...

Damn attendant room...

good!

good.

Either the attendant room deserves death, or the young man in front of me deserves death!

Not bad.

He doesn't deserve to die either. He doesn't deserve to die.

Dong consciously forced out a smile, then slapped himself in the face.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Pump hard and make a snapping sound.

There is no way. You must be sincere when admitting your mistakes. Otherwise, there will be no chance to admit your mistakes.

If you offend the Fuxing Society, you may have a way to survive.

But if it offends the attendant's room, then it's really a big deal.

Zhao Dianchun has been around all his life, and he is very clear about his mistakes. He can also bend and stretch, and he is willing to risk everything.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Pump yourself hard.

The main thing is sincerity.

Zhang Yong smiled slightly and didn't shut up. He just watched quietly.

Fight!

Keep fighting.

My mouth didn’t even bleed!

It doesn't matter to him. I have to figure it out myself.

Snapped!

Snapped!

Zhao Dianchun finally punched himself in the mouth until it bled.

Everyone around looked at each other in confusion. They all lowered their heads and did not dare to look too much. They were afraid that Zhao Dianchun would remember him.

Especially the more than one hundred bailiffs, who were in a state of gathering. It turned out that they were all watching Zhao Dianchun slap himself in the face.

Absurd and grotesque.

It's a wonder.

But do you deeply understand Zhao Dianchun's approach?

If he hadn't slapped himself hard in the face, the warden would have made a mistake. He might even have turned from the warden directly into a prisoner.

"okay."

Zhang Yong finally spoke.

Continue to fight eastward. It is estimated that it will be difficult for the wrong party to keep silent.

Alas, I asked for it.

He really never thought about asking to torture me.

It was just a normal official business trip, but it suddenly caused some trouble.

It makes him look like the protagonist of a fantasy novel.

"Brother..."

"Is he here to pick someone up?"

"No problem. Who am I asking for? Tell me his name. He's making arrangements. He's making arrangements..."

"What kind of talent do we have in our prisons?"

"Talent?"

Zhao Dianchun was stunned.

Shut up, that seems a bit novel.

Well, having said that, many of the people who commit crimes in prisons do have some special skills.

If I don’t have some skills, I don’t have the qualifications to commit any crime!

"He wanted to hunt down a person." Zhang Yong said simply, "That person is very good at escaping. They surrounded him several times, but they couldn't stop him."

"Then he will introduce me to one? I guarantee he will be the best one."

"Okay. I'll say."

"Huainan Eagle Claw King."

"What?"

Zhang Yong was stunned.

I really thought I was transported into the world of martial arts novels.

That name is so familiar...

"Wei Yungui, a disciple of the Eagle Claw Sect in Huainan. He deceives his master and destroys his ancestors. He specializes in killing fellow sect members." Zhao Dianchun said, "This person has hard skills. He is invulnerable to swords and guns. He has great leg skills. The key is no, this person is also very good at escaping.

Amazing. It took Eagle Clawmen for seven years before he was finally captured. But he ran away again halfway. He committed the crime in the first place and was sent to prison."

"So powerful? Then who caught him?" Zhang Yong was confused.

What you say is better than what you sing.

I believe that I am the only one who has ghosts.

"There is a thief king named Diao San..."

"he?"

Zhang Yong's eyebrows were raised.

King of thieves?

Diao San?

Did he catch it?

Then he should go directly to Diao San!
Chapter completed!