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How to clear his name is a big question, and he is now imprisoned in this dark dungeon, unable to do anything.

"You have to leave. Albert muttered as he looked at the walls around him. He had to go out and look for evidence, and he couldn't sit still. Waiting for the public officials to conduct a step-by-step investigation, it is estimated that the best time for the investigation has been missed long ago. Where to start?, Albert frowned. A moment later, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he took out the blood-stained title page of the book from his trouser pocket, which might be a clue.

Just then, the cell door opened again.

Immediately after, a young man of about twenty-five years old stepped into it.

"Long time no see, my dear friend. The young man looked down at Albert, who was sitting on the ground.

Albert raised his head and looked coldly at the familiar and hateful face in front of him, deaf to the young man's words.

"What's the matter, are you scared?" the young man sneered and said, "Hehe, spirited Albert, you have today, it's really happy." ”

Seeing that Albert was indifferent, the young man pursed his lips and showed an intriguing smile. He whispered in Albert's ear, "Do you want to know what that old bastard of Muller said before he died? ”

Albert's expression changed slightly.

He stood up and stared at Achill, murderous intent surging in his heart.

Albert would love to kill Archer now, but reason wouldn't allow him to do so.

If Achill died, he would only be charged with one more crime, and he would never be able to let Mureel rest in peace. Until evidence of Murel's father is found, Archer can't die.

"Why kill Daddy Murel. Albert gritted his teeth, suppressing the burning rage.

"You guessed it? Well, it looks like you're not too stupid. Archer smiled.

"You're going to pay the price. Albert said coldly.

"Why?" said Achill, looking at Albert, his face becoming more hideous. He sneered: "I didn't kill Murel, the real murderer is you." If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have killed him, because it's about you, that's why he's dead. Four years ago, that kick cost me my reputation. The more Achill spoke, the more agitated he became: "You damn bastard, you've cost me everything." You deserve to die, everyone who is good to you deserves to die. ”

After a pause, Achill softened his expression and smiled, "You know, that old bastard begged me bitterly before he died, hoping that I wouldn't hurt you." ”

Looking at Albert's face, which had been distorted by anger, Achill felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure, and he sneered: "It's really touching, and it's really ironic." That old bastard died because of you, and you, Albert, became a death row prisoner because of Murel. ”

"Achill, you unplanted shit. Albert clenched his fists and squeaked and roared angrily, "Then why don't you just come at me!

"It's my freedom to kill whomever I want. Achill sneered: "The weak are born to be slaughtered by the strong, just as zebras are born to be food for lions." ”

"I'll kill you with my own hands, I swear. Albert said word by word, staring at Archer deadly.

"Oh, kill me with your own hands?" Archer tilted his head and looked at Albert playfully. As time passed, Achill's expression grew colder. It was the look in his eyes, Achill thought, that Albert had looked at him four years ago before he had beaten him. At that time, he was just a trainee martial artist, and he was beaten by Albert and had no power to fight back, so helpless.

However, this is not the case.

He has already become a three-star martial artist, and Albert is still an ordinary person who can't condense vitality and can't perceive the elements.

Achill sneered, the reason why he came here today was to let out a bad breath before Albert died. He will pay back a hundredfold of the humiliation and pain he suffered four years ago.

Thinking of this, Achill's anger burned, and he threw a punch and smashed it at Albert.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang.

Achill clutched his mouth and nose and fell to the ground, blood running down his fingers, staining his hands red.

"How is this possible?" Achill coughed violently, spitting out a front tooth. There was a mixture of surprise and puzzlement in his eyes, and he couldn't figure out why he was at a disadvantage? He was already a powerful three-star martial artist, why couldn't he beat Albert? Linger's legs swirled with a dull gray element, the bronze martial art 'Stone Splitting Legs', which was enough to kick rocks apart with the blessing of vitality.

"Bang!"

Albert sneered, reached out with his right hand, and grabbed Achill's bare foot with his bare hands. Then he threw Achill to the ground.

"This can't be!" Achill's mind went blank, incredulous that it was true. "Monster!" Achill couldn't help but think of such a word, how could Albert use his physical body to block the Yuan Qi martial arts.

Is this a man or a monster?

Just as Achill was stunned, Albert's iron fist struck.

"Ahh A large gash was made in his lips, and the wound spread to his nose, and the flesh turned out, dripping with blood.

Achill regained his composure and sprang to his feet. But instead of fighting back, he turned and fled out the door. At this moment, Archier regretted it in his heart, and secretly said that this time he really kicked the iron plate. Unexpectedly, four years later, he still couldn't beat Albert. I didn't expect Albert, who seemed to be emaciated, to have the power of a monster in his body. If he had known this, he would not have come to death row to make trouble for himself.

Albert guessed Achill's intentions, took two steps forward, and grabbed Achill's back with his probing hand. Then he used his arm to pull back, throwing Achill into the air as he tried to escape.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and Achill gave him an affectionate wet kiss to the wall, then slid off the wall and collapsed to the ground.

"Listen to me, Albert. Archie stood up against the wall, raised his hands above his head, and said with a cheeky smile: "We are friends, friends who grew up together. You shouldn't have done anything with me, I'm the only one who came to visit you. ”

Now Achill is so frightened that he can't afford to resist, he just wants to leave as soon as possible.

"Then I really want to thank you. Albert kicked out and kicked Achill against the wall, causing a slight crack to appear in the wall with a loud bang.

"Don't fight!" Archer marked a bloody arrow of blood in his mouth, and a sharp pain like a shattering one came from his chest. As he got up from the ground, he screamed, "Guards, Guards, come and fuck me, Death row prisoners want to escape, Useless bastards, where the fuck are they dead?"

Benson, the guard on death row, sat in a chair, leisurely eating peanuts, deaf to cries for help.

Let's not talk about whether he can stop Albert, and even if he can, Benson won't care. On the contrary, Benson was grateful to Albert for the bad breath he had taken for him.

"Bang!"

Albert's punch shifted positions and smashed the bridge of Archer's nose down.

"Ah," Achill wailed, "bastard, you'll be in big trouble if you keep fighting!"

"Bang!

Albert threw two punches, smashing Archer's eyes into swollen proportions, and then grabbed Archer by the hair and lifted him up. He looked at Archiel with an idiot and smiled, "What could be worse than a death sentence." ”

Achill was stunned.

Yes, Albert is already on death row, what else will he be afraid of? Perhaps, the angry Albert will really kill him. Thinking of this, a sense of utter despair welled up in his heart, leaving Archer's mind blank. In extreme fear, Archill trembled as if he had gone mad. At the same time, a foul stench poured out of Archer's crotch and took over every corner of the room.

Darth said with a crying voice, "Rao... Spare me, Uncle Albert, please. ”

"To borrow a phrase from you. Albert threw Archier to the ground and sneered, "Zebras are born to be hunted by lions." ”

As the words fell, Albert grabbed Archer by the collar and punched him in the face. Regardless of his injuries, Achill kept begging for mercy, hoping to appease Albert's anger.

I don't know how long it took, Albert finally stopped, his fists and body covered in blood.

Of course, not a drop of blood was his.

At this time, Achill knelt on the ground, and he had already become a bloody man. He had only a dozen teeth left, and he was muttering in a strange tone: "Uncle Albert, don't kill me, don't kill me......"

"Get out. ”

Albert kicks Archiel to the ground.

He certainly won't kill Achill, until his own charges are cleared.

This derogatory word sounded like a natural sound to Achill's ears, and he crawled out of the cell.

However, when Achill left the cell, he immediately lost his temper. Before leaving, he roared: "Dog mongrel, dare to go against Lao Tzu, you won't live for a few days!"

Looking at Achill's embarrassed back, Albert knocked on the cell door and said in a deep voice, "Benson, I need your help now. ”

"Squeak. ”

The cell door opened, and Benson stepped into the cell, not speaking, waiting for the next step.

"I need to get out of here. Albert said in a deep voice.

"Now?" said Benson, with some confusion. As much as he wanted to help Albert, letting him go would result in dismissal and possibly a prison sentence.

"No, tonight. Albert shook his head, he guessed Benson's concerns, and explained, "I'm just collecting incriminating evidence, and I won't be found and I'm not going to walk away." He paused slightly, then continued, "You're right, Achill is the mastermind behind the murder of Mulair's father. It was Archer himself, just now. ”

Seeing that Benson was still hesitating, Albert snapped, "Think of your father, Benson, maybe he's the next victim!"

Benson was moved, and after the silence, he nodded fiercely.