After listening to the little finger's crippled story, Lancelot placed his coffee cup on the table.

Then use a snow-white silk handkerchief to wipe the edges of the coffee cup clean.

Place the spoon gently on the plate and keep the spoon oriented parallel to you.

After doing all this, Lancelot leaned back on the back of the seat, his eyes staring at Jiang Zihang,

"You are also a member of your so-called harvest plan, why did you sell all this information to me?"

"It's all because of TA."

Jiang Zihang put a photo on the table and pushed it to Lancelot, "I want her to be tortured in all kinds of ways, and finally die of resentment." ”

The photo is a men's photo of Ye Qingyan, who looks sunny and handsome.

"It's a pity to be so handsome, tortured to death, but since I have received your money, I will definitely do something."

Lancelotra opened the drawer, and even the position of each pen in the drawer was staggered.

He tucked the photo in a small notebook and noted today's date.

Packing up the little notebook, Lancelot sneered, he only collected money to kill, and didn't have the heart to study whether the person in the photo was male or female.

Since it's a man in the photo, it must be a man.

"That's not enough." Jiang Zihang put a USB drive on the table, "I want these students, all of them die, here are photos of each of them." ”

"You're ruthless! The rules here, there are no returns, do you know it? Lancelot looked sideways at him.

"When I came, I was ready."

"Yes, have the character, go get your clothes and equipment, but I'm interested to see how you torture him." Lancelot got up and, surrounded by two prison guards, left the office.

Jiang Zihang leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looked around the environment around the office, snorted coldly, and got up to leave.

Although he is not a prison guard, he has changed into the same clothes as a prison guard and wears a mask, and he can't see any difference.

Moreover, he is in Hell Prison and has higher authority than prison guards.

These were all special rewards for him selling intelligence from the Secret Service Academy to Lancelot in exchange.

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As soon as Fang Zhunan got up and wanted to resist, he was hit on the head by the prison guard with the butt of a gun, and blood flowed in an instant.

"Zhu Nan! Calm down. Ye Qingyan's eyes stared at her.

A stream of blood flowed down Fang Zhunan's forehead and past the corners of her eyes, and her vision was instantly clouded with a layer of red.

But looking at Ye Qingyan's determined eyes, she still held back and didn't say a word.

Lancelot glanced at Ye Qingyan in the crowd.

He was now curious to know what kind of way the man with the mutilated little finger would torture this group of people, especially this handsome man with clear eyes.

"Take it away!"

Lancelot gave the order, and the guards pushed everyone out of the hall.

Walking through the complex and narrow corridors, you can see a very spacious ventilation hall in the center of the prison.

The prison is a completely enclosed structure, and there is no sky in sight.

Dim lights, deserted passages, Ye Qingyan's eyes quickly observed the surroundings, she would remember every detail.

On both sides of the passage were prison cells, and in each small cell, female prisoners with gloomy expressions were densely crowded.

People are next to each other, and a pungent smell wafts through the air from time to time.

Ye Qingyan's gaze swept over the faces of these people one by one, and it could be seen from their eyes that these people were definitely not agents dirty.