"I just don't want you to get hurt in any way."

「……」

What kind of man Samar Anand is, Vidia knows very well.

The evidence in front of her is enough to show that the man named Shah Rukh Khan is lying to her, and he is deceiving her very deeply.

After Samar finished speaking, Vidia just lowered her head slightly, silent, and the bottom of her clear amber eyes shimmered with a fierce and tough color.

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Underground prisons.

At the end of a row of opposing prison corridors, you can hear the screams of the tortured guys in the interrogation room of the Criminal Department, which is heartbreaking!

In the prison at the other end of the corridor, Beitang Yaori just sat against the corner of the cold, damp wall, silent.

This feeling of combining some imperial privileges with the aura of a modern prison made the corners of Beitang Yaori's mouth pull a trace of arc.

As soon as Samar returned to India, he gave him a warning to get off the horse. Being locked up in prison like this really made Beitang Yaori a little angry.

Pulling the handcuffed chains on his hands, Beitang Yaori simply leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to recuperate.

After a while, there was the sound of the iron door opening in the distance, followed by the sound of a pair of calm and powerful leather shoes, which gradually came from far to near, stopping in front of the prison gate of Beitang Yaosun.

Beitang Yaori still closed his eyes lightly, and he didn't even look at it.

"You can still be so calm and calm when you are locked up in this place, you are really not an ordinary person."

「……」

Just listening to the voice, Beitang Yaori knew who was coming, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a trace of arc again, still silent.

"Shah Rukh Khan, your identity is very real, but you have neglected one of your greatest weaknesses, you are not an Indian at all!"

「……」

Samar Anand stood upright in front of the prison door and looked at the indifferent silent man inside, his expression cold and serious.

"Who the hell are you? What is the purpose of coming to India? Why do you want to sneak into Agra Fort? Who is behind you?"

「……」

Bang Dong –

Samar's silent response made him feel a little angry in his heart, and Samar slammed his fist on the iron door of the prison, and the loud sound shook his eardrums, making the other prisoners shake in fear unconsciously!

And Beitang Yaori is still silent, transcendent and doesn't matter.

"Also, what is your purpose in approaching Vidia for what?"

「……」

After being silent for a long time, Beitang Yaori slowly opened his eyes, even if he was locked in prison with his hands cuffed, the detached posture on his body was more calm than Samar outside the prison.

「…… If you're long-winded enough, get out of here, don't affect Uncle Ben's sleep."

"Bang Dang ——!"

A baton slammed on the prison door, piercing the horror of the subordinates.

One of the privates beside Samar was annoyed by the arrogant posture of the North Hall Flare.

"Do you know who is standing in front of you? If you dare to speak to Major General Anand in such a tone, I see that your skin is itchy!"

「……」

Beitang Yaori opened his eyes lazily, and his eyes swept to the private holding the warning baton next to him, and the cold gaze as sharp as a knife made the private's back cold!

Subconsciously, he was attacked by this silent gaze and took a step back.

How could an ordinary man have such a cold and sharp oppressive momentum?