The honest middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat. He felt that he seemed to have underestimated someone, and Li Ziming also underestimated this person. "Why do you do this?" "Someone wants me dead. Can I let him live? No matter who this person is!" "But don't forget that we have guns!" "That's why I'm waiting here." "Waiting for what? Waiting for the warden to come in person?" "You're wrong. With Li Ziming's character, he will never put himself in danger. Wait a minute. If you don't go out, he will be timid and lead others to retreat first. I'm waiting for him to retreat at this moment." The honest middle-aged man was shocked and asked quickly, "Why?"
Jia Xing did not answer him, but looked up and whispered, "It's time to let Li Ziming have a taste of my thunderbolt!"
Just as he said, seeing the honest middle-aged man enter the small pavilion and not come back for a long time, Li Ziming outside was rubbing his hands anxiously. He moved several times to rush in to find out what was going on, but he held back. He felt that the dark door was like a tiger's mouth. If he went in, he would be swallowed up. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. He thought to himself, "Oh no, there must be a trick. I didn't fall into Han Xiaohan's trap!" He made up his mind and didn't care about the life or death of the middle-aged man. He waved his hand and shouted, "Retreat!"
Many soldiers were surprised and didn't understand what was going on, but Li Ziming had already started running back the way he came.
After he took the lead and left, the prison guards below were not willing to delay any longer. They put away their guns and chased after Li Ziming.
When he was almost at the end of the street, Li Ziming suddenly stopped. The soldier who finally caught up with the "warden" was puzzled. Just as he was about to ask a question, he glanced ahead and swallowed the rest of the words back into his stomach. At the end of the street, there were no less than a hundred people standing in a black mass, all dressed in tight clothes, holding swords in their hands, with fierce brows and murderous eyes, very majestic. In the middle of the crowd stood a young man, about 27 or 28 years old, with a dignified appearance and a smile on his face, but his eyes were frivolous and had a hint of evil. He casually swung the steel knife in his hand, shook his head and said, "Mr. Warden, this road is blocked!"
"Liao Wei!" Li Ziming recognized this man. He was one of Jia Xing's capable generals, but he was good at flattery, smooth-talking and frivolous. Normally, Li Ziming did not take him seriously at all. He did not expect that this man would be the first to attack him today.
“Yes, it’s me!” The young man twisted his neck, making a crisp sound, and laughed, “My Dragon King has warned me that I must not let anyone escape on this road.”
"Liao Wei, do you want to taste the bullet?" Li Ziming waved his hand and dozens of soldiers pointed their guns at the people in front who were blocking their way.
"Haha, I'm really scared!" Liao Wei shuddered exaggeratedly, leaned forward, looked around, and said in a gloomy voice: "Master Warden, if you don't have presbyopia, please look to the sides." "What are you looking at? Do you want to distract me so that you can take the opportunity to attack me?" Although he said so, he couldn't help but look to the left and right. It would have been better if he didn't look. When he looked, the clothes on his back were instantly soaked with cold sweat. The roofs on both sides of the street were filled with people, each holding a hidden weapon, and some even holding bows and arrows, ready to fight.