"Master Si, I have admired you for a long time. I wonder what kind of wind brought you to me?"
Liao Jing blew out a smoke ring, his expression and tone looked quite unbeatable.
"Who are these?"
Liao Jing's hand holding the cigar casually pointed at Si Niannian and the others.
Si Xinghe knew that Zhou Zhou didn't like to reveal his identity, so he just replaced their identities with "family".
"I just told that young man about my purpose of coming. I believe that Commander Liao already knows the power of Huaibei Prison, but I still have to ask again, where are the people from the Detective Bureau?"
Si Xinghe sat down on a chair nearby.
Si Niannian, Bu Chensu and Zhou Zhou stood aside.
He said he was standing aside, but in reality he was looking through the window and secretly looking at everything outside.
Liao Jing just glanced at them and ignored them.
The indifferent eyes seemed to not pay them any attention at all.
He leaned back on the chair, took another puff of his cigar, looked at Si Xinghe and smiled.
"They left, they left on the same day."
Si Xinghe's eyes darkened, a cold light flashed quickly in his eyes, and his tone was slightly cold.
"Among those people, in addition to the director of the Beicheng Detective Bureau, there are also my nephews, the direct grandsons of the Si family, the captain of the Flying Eagle Special Forces, Si Muen, and Liao Jing. I advise you to think about it before telling me the answer."
Liao Jing's wanton expression finally calmed down, and the cigar was held between his lips. The green smoke slowly rose, blurring his vision and blurring his expression, making it difficult for Si Xinghe to see clearly for a while.
After pondering for a moment, Liao Jing pressed the almost burned out cigar into the ashtray.
"They really left that day, but now that Mr. Si has mentioned it, I won't hide something. Your nephew, the direct grandson of the Si family, the captain of the Flying Eagle Special Forces, killed one of us that day. Prison guard, that’s why they left so fast, they didn’t know about this... How should we calculate it?”
Si Niannian stepped forward with a very serious expression, "You said my brother killed someone, where is the evidence? Where is the body?"
When Liao Jing's eyes fell on Si Niannian's face, a flash of surprise flashed across his face.
But it's just amazing.
To him, Si Nian Nian was beautiful, but too young.
"It seems that this is the little princess of the Si family who is widely rumored by the outside world? Do you want to conduct an autopsy to find out the cause of death and exonerate your brother? What a pity, this has happened for several days. The body of the prison guard who died in the line of duty He has been taken back by his family members, and now at this time... "
Liao Jing looked at his watch and smiled, "It should be in the funeral parlor and has been reduced to ashes."
Suddenly, Si Niannian and Si Xinghe's hearts froze at the same time.
The two looked at each other and frowned.
Bloodline pull!
Mu En (brother) is nearby!
Si Xinghe stood up suddenly and looked at Liao Jing with a cold face, "I ask you again, where is my nephew?"
Bu Chensu and Zhou Zhou also walked over.
The four of them looked at Liao Jing with evil eyes.
Liao Jing was not afraid at all and stood up with a slight smile on his lips.
"Master Si, are you trying to cause trouble here?"
Just now, Bu Chensu once again tried to release his mental power, carefully searching every corner of the area.
"Dad, it's in the basement." Bu Chensu gave him a look.
Without saying a word, several people turned around and left.
Although Liao Jing was shocked that Bu Chensu could find out the news, this was not a good time to ask.
He directly pressed the button under the desk, and the office door automatically locked. Then, steel pipe-like cylinders fell around, forming a cage, trapping several people in the middle.
Liao Jing looked proud, "This is rock iron developed by the institute many years ago. It is harder than diamond and is the strongest material in the world. Without spiritual power, you can never leave..."
Before he finished speaking, the rock-iron cage that was supposed to be extremely hard was cut in the middle and scattered on the ground.
Boom!
Then there was a sound of metal colliding.
Liao Jing felt that the floor beneath his feet was shaking.
How can this be
As long as he enters Huaibei Prison, his spiritual power will be blocked. How did he do it
He looked at the culprit Bu Chensu in shock, "What you cultivate is not spiritual power, but spiritual power? You, are you an immortal?"
Although the entrance to the immortal world is sealed, there are still some immortals who remain in the world of cultivation. This is not a secret among masters or leaders of various forces in various countries.
Bu Chensu didn't talk nonsense to him. He turned around and took Si Niannian's hand, protecting her in his arms to prevent Liao Jing from sneak attacks. Then he exchanged a look with Si Xinghe, cut open the office door, and rushed out.
"Dad, the entrance to the basement is on the south corner."
Because this is still Liao Jing's own territory, after so many years, he is sure that no one will dare to come to his rest area to cause trouble.
Moreover, the prisoners have no chance to reach here. Therefore, in the entire Huaibei Prison, Liao Jing's defense is the weakest.
At the south corner, there is a bronze figure, which looks somewhat similar to Liao Jing from a close look.
"He actually made a statue of himself?" Si Niannian frowned and stepped forward to move the statue away.
The bronze statue, which was as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold, became weightless in Si Niannian's hands and was easily moved to the side.
Behind the bronze statue, there is a small door.
"Third uncle, here."
Si Niannian was about to open the door, but was pulled back by Bu Chensu.
"Follow me obediently, okay?"
Bu Chensu rubbed Si Niannian's head and then opened the small door.
"Huh? I didn't expect this to be an elevator."
Si Niannian followed Bu Chensu and walked in. Si Xinghe looked back at the direction of Liao Jing's office, then pulled Zhou Zhou in and walked in too.
"Quick, Liao Jing should bring someone to chase him soon."
The elevator slowly goes down.
Ding!
The door opened.
There was a loud noise and a strong smell of sweat.
"Get up, get up quickly!"
"Tch, I didn't expect that even No. 2 couldn't survive 10 rounds in the hands of No. 9."
"Ouch! No. 2! Get up! Fight! Get up and fight No. 9!"
"Damn! I'll pay again this time!"
This is a very empty venue with a huge boxing ring in the middle and crowds of people all around.
They were all wearing prison uniforms, with their sleeves rolled up to reveal their thick arms, and their cloth shoes were half worn and half worn.
The smell of feet mixed with the smell of sweat was disgusting.
But these people don't care at all.
Their attention is on the ring.
They kept shouting and cheering, all looking forward to winning their bets.
"Look! Number 1 is coming up!"
"No. 1 has been the champion for 10 consecutive months, now No. 9 is going to be unlucky."
"Damn it, I have lost so much. Now I have to let No. 1 beat him up and send him to see the King of Hell to calm my anger."
It seems that these people's anger towards No. 9 has reached a critical point.
Even the look in No. 9's eyes was filled with murderous intent, as if he wanted to take No. 1's place on stage and take No. 9's life.
Number 1 came on stage. He was a very tall man with a scar running from the left side of his face to the right side of his face.
The scar is very thick, looks fierce and scary.
No. 9, who was originally sitting down to rest, also stood up. He was wearing a white vest on his upper body.
The white vest was soaked with sweat and blood, and its original appearance was almost unrecognizable.
His muscles are tight and explosive at first glance.
"It's brother!"
Si Niannian's pupils shrank and he pointed at the ring.
Si Xinghe and the others also looked incredulous.
"Why does Mu En fight in the ring here?"
Si Xinghe and Zhou Zhou looked at each other.
At this moment, Si Niannian rushed onto the stage, and when No. 1's fist was about to fall on Si Mu'en, he reached out and grabbed No. 1's fist.
The sudden change made No. 1 and everyone in the audience stunned for a moment.
"A little girl appeared out of nowhere?"
"You can't be a newcomer, right?"
"Tsk tsk, you're so pretty. This is really an advantage for us."
"Hahaha… "
These people's lewd/evil looks and malicious words made Bu Chensu's eyes darken.
He strode forward and strangled the necks of the two men who had made the loudest noises with both hands at the same time. With a slight force between his fingers, the sound of broken bones was heard, and the two men immediately stopped breathing.
"Hey! Where did this brat come from, daring to show off in our brothers' territory?"
"Come on, let's go together and show him some color!"
Others swarmed forward, but were suddenly shaken away by a strong force.
All these people were shaken far away and fell heavily to the ground.
The physically weak ones even vomited blood.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Si Niannian kicked No. 1 away and turned to look at Si Muen. When she saw the scars on his face and body, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
"Brother, who made you like this?"
Si Muen was already exhausted and in a daze. When No. 1's fist came over, he thought his life would really be decided here.
At that moment, several images seemed to flash through his mind.
Very fast, too fast to catch.
He didn't wake up completely until Si Niannian's voice sounded.
A faint smile appeared on Si Mu'en's pale face, "Sister."
His voice was not loud, but it was all his strength at this time.
"elder brother!"
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Si Niannian caught Si Mu'en who suddenly fell down due to exhaustion.
"Brother, hold on, I'm here and I won't let anything happen to you."
Si Niannian first took out two pills and drank them for him.
Zhou Zhou jumped onto the ring, held Si Mu'en's hand, and slowly entered the immortal power to ensure that Si Mu'en's physical strength could be restored as quickly as possible.
Soon, Si Muen's expression softened a lot and his breathing gradually became calmer.
Si Niannian felt relieved and turned towards No. 1, who had just gotten up from the ground.
"Let you bully my brother!"
Si Niannian, who was only as tall as No. 1's shoulders, lifted the big man up so easily and threw him off the stage like trash.
The people in the audience subconsciously took a few steps back for fear of being hit.
No. 1 fell directly to the ground and fainted.
Si Muen opened his eyes and said, "Sister."
Si Niannian then turned around and walked back, wiping the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and carefully helped Si Muen up.
"Idiot, it's just a small injury. Brother is fine. Why are you crying?"
Si Muen raised his hand and wiped her tears.
Si Niannian saw the knife wound on his arm and took out a bottle of medicine to apply it on him.
"I said I would protect you, but now you are like this. If, if we didn't come today..."
Si Niannian's voice was choked with tears, and tears flowed down again.
When Si Muen was injured and his life was hanging by a thread, Si Niannian said that he would protect his brother and would not let him get hurt again.
From then on, every time Si Muen went on a mission, Si Niannian would prepare a lot of medicine and talismans for him. Therefore, this was the first time in so many years that Si Muen was so weak.
His behavior really scared Si Niannian.
Bu Chensu strode onto the stage, held Si Niannian in his arms, and gently stroked the back of her head with his big hand.
"It's okay. Dad and Uncle Qi are here, and so am I. Brother Mu En will be fine. We will help him get back the injustice he suffered."
Si Niannian finally stopped crying and nodded vigorously.
"Well, we can't let anyone go."
This was the first time in so many years that Si Niannian was really angry.
Si Xinghe always paid attention to his surroundings, not missing any slight change.
"The elevator is blocked."
The lights on the elevator have not been on since the beginning.
Si Xinghe looked at the prisoners around him, "Are there any other exits here?"
Although Si Xinghe had an imposing aura, he didn't find it too scary for those who had been imprisoned for who knows how many more years and had no other pleasures in life except excitement.
"Hey, do you think this is an amusement park with a back door, a side door, and an escape door?"
"Only the elevator can go in and out here. Once the elevator stops, you can only stay here."
The two prisoners were leaning against the wall, looking at Si Xinghe with disdain.
With one hand in his pocket, Si Xinghe walked forward slowly and kicked the two men down with a flying kick.
After falling to the ground, Si Xinghe added another kick and kicked the two people directly into the corner.
puff!
Two burly men were kicked to death.
Three people died in succession before the other prisoners were calmed down.
They all say that it is better to live than to die. Even if they cannot get out of this prison in this life, no one wants to die early.
"Chen Su, control them all in the corner."
Si Xinghe turned around and looked at Bu Chensu and said.
This is very simple for Bu Chensu, it is just a matter of mental power.
Since these prisoners were sent to Huaibei Prison, they have never used spiritual power or experienced the control of spiritual power. At this time, they were trapped by an invisible force, and they were all shocked.
"Huaibei Prison prohibits spiritual power. What did you use to trap us?"
"Who are you? You don't look like prisoners who were imprisoned."
They desperately want to know the answer, but no one can answer their questions.
Si Niannian and Zhou Zhou helped Si Muen down from the ring.
"Uncle Qi, sister, I'm much better now and can leave on my own." Si Muen was not used to being treated like a weakling.
Especially looking at my sister's nervous expression, I felt helpless and relieved at the same time.
Si Xinghe walked over and looked Si Mu'en up and down. After making sure that he was fine, he asked: "Mu'en, why are you competing in the ring here? Where are the others?"
(End of chapter)