Two Masu looking guys were standing by the door, dressed in prison uniforms, their tattooed arms looking absolutely full of strength, their hands crossed over their chests, and their four eyes staring viciously at the guards running towards them.

They are responsible for the important responsibility of protecting the safety of the godfather of the Ning family, and without Ning Zhiyuan's personal consent, no one wants to enter through here at will.

"What's the matter?" Two guards reached out at the same time to stop the prison guards who were panting.

"Looking for Mr. Ning Zhiyuan, someone named him to see him, as if he said it was from the Ministry of Justice." The prison guard gasped.

"The gentleman is dining, and no one is seen." A doorman subconsciously touched his ears, "Get out of here!" ”

"It's the person from above, and now the warden is delaying time with him, you don't want to offend the warden, do you?" The prison police suddenly hardened.

"Wait a minute." One of the guards glanced at his companion, "You go and ask." ”

The other doorman took off his shoes, lifted the curtain and walked in.

The entire 80-square-meter cell is covered with a thick patterned carpet, the walls are painted light blue, the ceiling and the wall are bordered by white patterned wood, symbolizing the white clouds in the blue sky, and the walls are lined with beautiful flowering plants, presumably to allow the owner of the house to breathe more oxygen.

In the middle of the room was a small round table, the white tablecloth was hand-woven, and the window on the back wall was flanked by yellow tassel curtains, and the sunlight shining gently on the table, on which was a glass of milk, butter and bread.

There are kitchen utensils on the side of the wall, and the cook in a white top hat is frying an egg with a focused expression, Ning Zhiyuan has always had very high requirements for breakfast.

Behind the table is the white-haired godfather Ning Zhiyuan. Dressed in a scarlet white striped pajamas. The material of the dress is quite high-quality. Zion silk fabric with gart cotton as the lining, on the feet is a pair of old people's slippers, not only fit the feet but also have acupressure function, from the laboratory of a high-tech company.

At this time, Ning Zhiyuan looked solemn as usual, his waist was erect, with a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, he was eating his breakfast in small bites, and there was a newspaper on the table, which was a copy of the "Yarman Times" of the day.

"The warden has brought a man to see you. Department of Justice. The doorman stopped four meters from the table and said respectfully.

Ning Zhiyuan stopped and said softly, "Let him in." ”

I had already heard the words of the prison guard, but my identity was here, of course, I had to let my hand report it first to save face.

"Come in!" The doorman returned to the door, lifted the curtain and said.

The guard took off his shoes first, walked in, and stopped two meters from the table.

"Someone from the Ministry of Justice suddenly came to see you!" The prison guard took a breath and continued, "The warden is stalling for time. Maybe you're going to change places temporarily. ”

"I can't even eat breakfast." Ning Zhiyuan suddenly screamed angrily and thrust the knife into the table. There was a loud noise, which frightened the prison guard's face pale.

Ning Zhiyuan stood up and walked into the bedroom converted into another cell at the back, of course he wouldn't go, so he had to change back into the clothes that matched his identity, the loose and light sleeveless low-necked striped prison uniform, and of course, he had to go to the toilet to clear his stomach, brush his teeth and make a phone call.

Fifteen minutes later, Xia Chenghao and Justin entered the reception room.

Xia Chenghao first noticed the floor, waxed it, wiped it oily, and spotless. There is nothing strange in the prison, the light is just right, there is no noise, the temperature is not high or low, it is really good to read and write here, there are four cameras in the room, and people in the other small room can see everything in this room clearly.

The door is locked from the outside.

A long table divides the living room in two, with the free world on one side and the unfree world on the other, and the white man walks in through a small door with his hands handcuffed behind his back, his exposed arms are covered with tattoos, and he looks quite muscular, his eyebrows are so thick that he looks like he has a beard on his face, and his hair is very long, but his face is quite good, but his face is fierce.

The man sat down on the stool in a big way.

The guard closed the door while another guard stood by the door watching the two men, and Justin walked out, leaving only three people in the room.

"Leopold?" Xia Chenghao asked slowly.

"It's me! Who are you? Leopold squinted at the man in the suit.

"My name is Herbert, federal prosecutor. How are you doing here? Xia Chenghao asked lightly.

"What's good or bad, having food and drink is a shortcoming, and money is used." Leopold replied nonchalantly, never looking at Xia Chenghao opposite, "You won't be here to send me money." ”

Xia Chenghao put the bag on the table, opened the lid, took out a bundle of Gran and put it on the table, and said softly: "That's right, remember why you stayed here for so long?" ”

"One hundred thousand?" Leopold finally turned his eyes on the new bundle of bills on the table.

Xia Chenghao was silent, just looked at Leopold coldly.

"Finally give me the money, the stingy guys put me in jail for a few years." Leopold cursed.

"Don't talk nonsense, where are the corpses?" Xia Chenghao interrupted Leopold at once.

"Why should I believe you?" Leopold rolled his eyes, sat up straight, and began to look at Xia Chenghao.

"If you say it, it's yours, if you don't say it, I'll leave,......" Xia Chenghao stood up, picked up the banknote and was about to put it in his bag.

"Give me the money and give me another chance to parole." Leopold leaned greedily against the table, his face looking extremely ugly.

"Yes." Xia Chenghao agreed.

"Give me the money, and give me the documents to sign." Leopold didn't seem stupid, and he knew the truth of taking it when he saw it.

"The money is here, the agreement is here." Xia Chenghao took out the money and pushed it to Leopold, and then took out another document, which was a simple agreement, and one party had signed it.

"It's crispy, okay." Leopold was obviously a little surprised, the efficiency of the Herbert prosecutor in front of him was really too high, which showed how much the outside world had changed over the years, and he began to want to get out immediately.

"Where's the body?" Xia Chenghao folded the paper lightly, stared at Leopold tightly and asked.

"On the top of the hill near the highway boundary marker, there is a maple tree there, which I planted with my own hands, and it must be growing very well now." Leopold smugly licked his lips with his tongue.

Xia Chenghao nodded and put the paper back in his bag, Leopold's face changed, he had never seen that the prosecutor would go back on his word.

"Find the body and then apply for parole." Xia Chenghao said lightly, raised his palms and patted it lightly, and the door opened. (To be continued.) )