Screams echoed through the corridors of Mae Gang No. 7 Prison.

There is the sound of leather shoes hitting bones and flesh.

Then the sound of leather shoes sounded again, and the sound of heavy objects being dragged on the ground.

Sounds creepy.

Until, Jiang Yang dragged a person's hair and walked out of cell No. 16.

The man's face was already stained with blood, and his clothes were stained with blood, and from a distance, Blanken was already in a semi-comatose state.

Blanken's blood rubbed a red mark on the floor of the hallway due to the one-handed drag on his hair.

This situation can only be described as miserable.

"Clean up."

Chu Xiong stood at the door and commanded.

Several soldiers responded quickly, quickly ran, drew their riot sticks and smashed them into the cracks in the iron doors of the various cells.

The sound of "bang bang knock" was deafening.

The prisoner's finger, which was clutched at the crack in the door, was hit by a riot baton, and the sharp pain caused them to quickly retract their fingers.

Look through the crack in the door.

Blanken had been dragged like a dead dog around the corner of the hallway and vanished.

Inside another cell.

There was a blonde boy with a dirty face, and through the dim light, his face was dirty, and his whole body was trembling as he looked in the direction of Blanken's disappearance with horrified eyes.

"Father......

Jack shuddered and asked the man next to him, "The one who was dragged out just now was ...... Is it Principal Blanken?"

The man inhaled hard, squeezed the bridge of his nose with both hands, and then sat limply on the ground against the door.

"It's him."

The man looked up at his son, "Jack."

"We're done."

……

The rain was still pouring outside.

In the compound of Meigang No. 7 Prison, waterfall-like rain kept washing on the ground, causing countless blisters, and then disappeared.

A man wearing navy blue pants, black leather shoes, and a white shirt dragged a blonde man who gradually regained consciousness from a semi-comatose state and walked directly into the torrential rain.

The moment the heavy rain touched the clothes, the whole body and hair were soaked with rain.

"What are you going to do?"

Blanken tried to get up from the ground, only to find that the ground was covered in rain and had been slippery due to his bare feet.

His body was all soaked, his original blonde hair was meticulously combed, but at this time it was already dark yellow, and his huge nose looked a little weird against the backdrop of no hairstyle.

The eyes are frightened and panicked.

When Jiang Yang raised his steps and walked towards him step by step, the strong sense of fear in his heart instantly enveloped his whole body.

"Don't come near me."

Blanken fled backwards, looking at Jiang Yang in fear, muttering in English, "Don't come near me, please."

Jiang Yang stood straight in the rain, looking at the cloth who kept begging for mercy without the slightest emotion in his eyes

Ranken.

I took two things out of my trouser pocket and put them on my hands.

It was the finger gloves he had taken out when he had just left the office.

Fingers moved, closing in on Blanken.

Blanken kept backing away, only to find that when he retreated to a place, he couldn't see clearly behind him, his uniformed legs.

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It's just that when Blanken retreats to their feet, he will raise his right foot and kick Blanken hard in the chest.

The soldier's feet were so hard that he kicked Blanken straight back from the edge of the edge.

They formed a "circle".

No matter how Blanken escapes, he can't escape this circle.

Until Jiang Yang walked in front of him, only a meter away from him.

"Stand up."

Jiang Yang stretched out four fingers and raised them slightly at Blanken.

Blanken shook his head, "No."

"Nope."

"Please."

Blanken prayed, "Spare me."

The rain ran down Jiang Yang's eyelashes, cheeks, shoulders, chest, and trouser legs.

His eyes remained the same, and he raised four fingers again: "Stand up."

Blanken trembled with his hands on the ground, then stood up straight like a scarecrow swaying in the wind.

is in middle age, but he looks so weak.

Jiang Yang threw something at Blanken.

Blanken subconsciously caught it.

Another pair of finger gloves.

"Put it on."

Jiang Yang raised his hands and moved his ten fingers: "In this way, you and I will not be killed by the other party."

Blanken shook his head, "No, I don't box."

Jiang Yang looked at Blanken: "No, you will."

Blanken shook his head again, "I really won't ......."

As soon as the words fell, three gunshots rang out and shook the entire compound of Meigang Prison.

I saw that three centimeters in front of Blanken's feet, there were already three more pit surfaces, and there was still a trace of heat inside, with a slight pungent smell of nitrate.

Jiang Yang threw the heavy rifle in his hand to the soldier next to him and looked at Blanken: "Here, I said you would, you have to know."

"Understood, sir."

Blanken immediately nodded like garlic, swallowed his saliva, and said with trembling legs, "I will."

"I'll ......"

As he spoke, he put the snare on his finger, and his expression and tone were already about to cry.

Jiang Yang raised his right hand and began to unbutton his white shirt.

One, two, three.

Until *** out of the strong chest, and the solid muscles in the arms.

He took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, his upper body naked, his yellow skin stained with a silvery white color in the light.

Washed under the heavy rain, he was whole

The body seems to be glowing.

But at this time, Jiang Yang seemed to have become a demon in the eyes of Blanken.

"Mr. Fulgen of the Canaanite Commune is my friend."

Blanken cried slightly: "He said that he has contacted you and will come to Mae Hong Kong in person to negotiate with you about bail."

"For this reason, I blocked the entire net worth of me and Jack's father and son, as well as the wealth."

"You let me go."

Blanken bent his legs: "I can do a lot for you in the future, I can give you a lot of money, and information."

"I know a lot of things."

"The Gadale legislators have the power in my hands, and I am aware of the scandals of many academicians and counselors in the United States."

"You can make a lot of money, a lot of money."

Blanken looked at Jiang Yang: "For the sake of money, you let me go, is it okay?"

Jiang Yang ignored Blanken's words, but stretched out a finger and pointed at himself: "Hit me."

Blanken was slightly stunned, and there was a hint of despair in his eyes.

"Beat me, and you can get out through that door."

Jiang Yang walked up to Blanken, his eyes gradually cold.

In his mind, it was the picture of Jiang Tian lying on his lap, begging for mercy in horror in a nightmare.

And everything this well-dressed beast did to Jiang Tian in the office has been made up in Jiang Yang's mind many times.

Just when Blanken hesitated, Jiang Yang had already stepped forward, his legs bouncing up, and his left knee was pushed up hard against his chin.

"Bang!"

Blanken leaned back, Jiang Yang's right elbow already slammed down on his front door.

Thoroughly under the rainstorm.

The entire Meigang No. 7 Prison is like a purgatory on earth.

The soldiers formed a ring around them.

And in the middle of the ring, there are two ghosts who are desperately biting.

Blanken is a ghost.

And Jiang Yang is also a ghost.

The gates of Mae Gang Prison opened again, and a black Mercedes sedan slowly drove in.

The window of the car fell, and a Western man on crutches but not lame sat inside, looking towards the two "terrible ghosts".

The man was still wearing a hat despite being sitting in the car.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as deep as a black hole in the night sky.

It was the "spy" who helped Ye Wenjing just "test" Jiang Yang at night, Mu Haipeng.

It's just that at this time, the smile he was used to on his face could not be seen at half, and was replaced by calmness and indifference.

"Do you need to call Mr. Jiang?"

Someone in the car asked.

Mu Haipeng looked at Jiang Yang, who was wantonly beating the prisoner in the heavy rain and being extremely cruel, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

There was a moment of silence.

He raised his right hand, and the huge diamond ring shone faintly in the light.

"Nope."

A smile rose at the corner of Mu Haipeng's mouth, and he said lightly, "Wait."

"Wait this ......."

"Tyrant."