Beitang Yaori looked at the frightened expression on his face and sneered with enjoyment.

"Waste."

"What did you say?! Kind of you say it again!"

Beitang Yaori raised his head slightly, his thin lips raised slightly, and slowly continued to spit out two words: "Waste."

"Shah Rukh Khan, you're so arrogant! If I don't teach you a lesson, I'll see you—"

"That's enough!"

Samar roared sternly, stopping the enraged stupidity of the privates around him.

"Open the door, and you go out first."

"Major General Anand, this ......"

"Open!"

「…… Yes."

The private nodded, and had to glare at Beitang Yaori angrily, and after Samar Anand left, Beitang Yaori knew that this kid would take the opportunity to come here to take revenge on him.

The corners of his mouth snorted with disdain again, and the private held back his anger and directly opened the iron door of the prison, then nodded at Anand, turned and retreated.

Samar Anand looked at the sun in the north hall sitting in the corner of the prison wall, lazy as if enjoying it, and his face was pale.

Stepping up, Samar stepped into the prison and stood in front of Beitang Yao, looking down at him.

"Who the hell are you, and why do you want to approach Vidia?"

That's what Samar is most concerned about.

Beitang Yaori played with the iron chain in his hand, and said in a light tone: "The dignified Major General Anand still has the leisure to chat with my prisoner here, are you very idle?"

"Seeing you is also part of my job."

"I'm sorry, but unfortunately I don't want to see you."

"You know very well that all you need to do is say a word from me."

"Poof, hehe...... Haha......"

Samar's words were not funny, but Beitang Yaori couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This kind of right supremacy is indeed great! Since he came to India, he has always been controlled by power. Even, he began to like the taste of being controlled by power.

And now, the emperor man above 10,000 people under him alone has to listen to the words of others in order to be redeemed, this kind of reluctant and humiliating way of living is the first time that Beitang Yaori has experienced.

- It's so much fun!

Beitang Yaori raised his hand to wipe the corners of his mouth, supported his knees with his hands, and slowly stood up along the wall.

A little taller than Samar, his strong body, and his invisible momentum have given Beitang Yaori the upper hand.

"You think you're naïve to think you'll be able to trap me with this broken prison, Major General Anand."

"Zhilu said, why didn't I lock you up?" Samar smiled disapprovingly, "You think I won't be able to guess that you know very well that if you escape, I'll send someone to follow you?"

"The most dangerous place is also the safest place, Major General Anand deserves to be the best general in India, and your psychological insight ability is a little surprise to me."

"One to the other."

The two men looked at each other and sneered, and the knives behind the smiles on their faces were equally sharp!

"Do you know the way, Shah Rukh ......?"

Samar's gaze wandered around the imposing and calm man in front of him, and then met the pair of sharp and arrogant black stone pupils on his face.

"The feeling you give me is very similar to that of a man I know."

"Oh?" The corners of Beitang Yaori's lips were slightly raised, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was a little interested.