Suddenly, Ruochen was shocked when he saw Shui Yue approaching, and handed the detector to the prison members, leaving a sentence: "I have something, you can deal with it!" After speaking, he quickly slipped away.
"Ruochen, stop for my mother!" Shuiyue chased Ruochen.
Xu Hui, who looked depressed, heard that the moon in the water was called Ruochen, and for a while, a spear demon who hurt her elder sister sounded. Suddenly his face was pulled down, and he gritted his teeth in pursuit of Ruo Chen, chasing and roaring: "The spear demon of a thousand kills, you are dead today."
As soon as a few of them left, Wufeng and Ye Tiancheng came over to disperse the crowd watching the excitement. After all, if this continues, the impact will not be good.
There was a woman in the main venue. She was wearing a white suspender dress and a white feathered shawl on her shoulders. She was no one else but Ivan, the new master of Xuedala. At this time, she was holding a glass of red wine and savoring it alone. But the eyes are looking around, seeming to be looking for something.
"Hello, beauty! My name is Yang Yun," a casually dressed man said politely behind Yifan.
Yifan turned around and looked at this person, and found that this person was about twenty-five or sixty-six, and he was considered handsome! She just took a look and walked away alone, ignoring the person.
And this person did not catch up, just looking at the beautiful shadow of the woman, a sharp look flashed in his eyes.
"Personally, Yang Xianggong, who is known as the bridegroom every night, is eating now?" A middle-aged man walked over and said sarcastically.
"It's up to you, it's better to stay away from me, or I will kill the Zhulian Gang." Yang Yun said coldly.
"Don't think you are the son of the president of a triad society, I'm afraid of you! If it weren't for your old man, maybe you wouldn't even have a fart." The middle-aged man said with disdain.
It turns out that Yang Yun is the son of the chairman of the Hong Kong Triad Society. This time he accompanied his father to participate in the jail and change of master.
And that middle-aged man is Leng Tenghua, the leader of the Taiwan Bamboo Union Gang. This time I can hurt Yang Yun here, but I can lose it, because no one here has dared to do anything.
"Huh, Zhulian Gang! I remembered it." Yang Yun gritted his teeth at Leng Tenghua, then turned and left here.
As time went on, it was eight o'clock in the evening. The people in the main venue were a little impatient to wait, but they were upset, but no one dared to complain, let alone getting angry, because they knew that if they got angry here, they would not be able to afford to wait for their end. For a while, I had to walk around and chat honestly.
"When did you say you have to wait until the Lord of the Punishment will come?" Guest A asked the man next to him.
The man turned his head and glanced at the person, then turned to him again: "It should be soon!"
"I heard that the black-faced judge is very strong and cruel, but I don’t know if I’m handsome?" Guest A was intoxicated by himself. After all, waiting in the atmosphere of so many leaders is a difficult thing. You must be self-conscious. Make a joke.
At this moment, someone in the crowd yelled: "Come! Here you are."
Everyone held their breath and looked towards an open door in the corner.
I saw that the door slowly opened, and a large group of prisoners in black attire ran in from outside the door in an orderly manner, and then stood in two rows on both sides of the door. These prisoners were all expressionless, standing straight, extending to the edge of the chair in the center of the venue.
Under everyone's attention, a man with a height of more than 1.8 meters walked out. The man is wearing a white gown, is about thirty years old at most, and has a flat head. Between the eyebrows is a domineering king who is both righteous and evil, and his deep eyes are like a cold pool that makes people unpredictable. The handsome and unmatched facial features seem to be carved out of marble. The sharp and sharp lines and the sharp and deep eyes do not feel that they are oppressive! A white coat can't conceal his extraordinary heroism, and his unangered and mighty aura. Like a natural superior!
He is no one else, but Han Feng, the master of punishment!
The expressionless Han Feng walked in from the door, his every move seemed to be the focus of the audience.
"Welcome the prisoner!"
A neat and loud voice yelled from the prison members on both sides. This yell stunned everyone. Then Han Feng nodded, then turned sideways, and another man came out.
He is 1.8 meters tall and has a well-proportioned figure and fair skin. However, he was wearing a half-mask on his face. This mask was black and delicate. Wearing it above his nose didn't feel superfluous. On the contrary, it added a sense of art and mystery, exposing his lips and eyes. There was a kind of vicissitudes of wisdom in the eyes, and a vaguely domineering.
The long hair of the shawl was combed back to his head, and it looked very bright in the night light. There was a white shirt underneath, a black bow tie, and a delicate black tuxedo outside. With an expressionless face, he swept at the crowd with indifferent eyes.
"Welcome the judge!"
Neat and loud voices yelled from the prison members on both sides, and this yell again shocked everyone. Immediately, the masked judge nodded, and then followed the prisoner's footsteps onto the central chair!
Everyone in the venue looked at the presiding stage, and Yifan in the crowd hadn't left Nie Yun on the presiding stage for a moment. There were many complicated expressions in her eyes, which were unclear.
Another woman also stared at Nie Yun on the host stage. She was not someone else, but Xu Hui who was looking for Ruochen and came back. After all, the black-faced judge left without saying goodbye in the hotel last time, which made her very depressed.
On the chairing stage, Han cover stood there expressionlessly, his gaze swept over everyone below, and a soft cough sounded to signal everyone to be quiet.
"Everyone present is one of the top leaders in the world. You can condescend to come and let me punish the prison with splendor. If there is any inadequate greeting, the prisoner is here to say to everyone, forgive me!"
The words spoken by the internal force are thick and loud. No one in the huge venue has not heard the words of the Lord of the Penalty Han Feng. You must know that there is no use of a microphone! For a while, they admired the depth of the master's skill.
As soon as the words fell, the leaders below began to say. I just listened to the leader of the Brotherhood Alliance with a smile: "Prisoner, this is what the prisoner said. It is our honor to be invited to the prison. It is our honour. It is too late to be happy. How can we complain about inappropriate greetings!".
"Prisoner, you are too polite! I think your greeting is very good. If this is not a good greeting, I think there is no such word as thoughtful greetings in the world." Leng Teng Hua of the Bamboo Union Gang was calm Tao. Of course his words are flattering to everyone, but this flattering is very practical.