"Good ......" Jian Junxi nodded slightly, the elevator door was closed, generally, she would give full respect to people who were quite old and polite.

is convincing, not only her ability, but also her personality charm, natural kingly demeanor, Yan Rongliang thinks like this.

Pass the wine cellar and enter the secret passage, turn into another elevator to reach the fourth basement floor.

Without Leng Qing and Qin Li, she had to pick out credible people, and she preferred to use people who didn't care.

If there is no shackle, there is nothing to fear, so she used Yan Rongliang.

In fact, she doesn't feel at ease with anyone.

Every time I think of the other party, every nerve in my body is tense.

No matter how frightened, she would never show it on her face.

In this day of licking blood from the tip of the knife, once she falls from a height, she must be crushed to pieces, and she doesn't dare to let everyone go, and she can't relax......

"Young master, this ......" Yan Rongliang stretched out his right hand to let her go first.

"Young Master......" The two rows of dungeon guards called in unison, and there were about twenty men on the side.

These people were also rescued from the prison by her, and they had a bad brain, so they could only guard the dungeon, but they had three shifts, and the day was also well organized.

Eight hours of training, eight hours of guarding, eight hours of sleeping, no one dares to have a moment of relaxation.

Because Jian Junxi only said one sentence to them, "I never raise waste, I want to live, if I can't be vigorous, then I will die directly." ”

As the saying goes, what kind of master there is, what kind of subordinates there will be, which is vividly reflected here, and their combat effectiveness is by no means worse than that of the army.

Jian Junxi walked into the depths with cold steps, and the room isolation and closed management were adopted here, and no one could see anyone.

Many of the people who are locked up are innocent people, and they can't be released and don't want to be killed, so they can only be raised.

She was waiting, waiting for her revenge......

"Master......" A man walked slowly to the front of the cell.

He is in his twenties, 185 cm tall, with very short hair, no more than ten millimeters, a sallow complexion, and a complex glow under his dull eyes.

There is a faint layer of dark circles under his eyes, the bridge of his nose is slightly collapsed, his lips are dark red, and he is standing there straight in a camouflage short suit, and his posture is quite a bit of a soldier's demeanor.

"Well, are you feeling better?" Jian Junxi stretched out his hand to him.

He immediately put his hand in front of her and said in fear: "Xie Ye cares, it's already good." ”

Jian Junxi probed his pulse, frowned slightly, the man's name was Li Shanchi.

The more feminine name is mainly because his parents were old and gave birth to him at the age of fifty, and he was late, so he took this name, and his fate was also very bumpy.

His parents died when he was ten years old, and his relatives sent him to an orphanage, where he was always bullied by other children, and his childhood was greatly traumatized.

When he grew up, he was repeatedly frustrated because he had no education, couldn't find a job, was disappointed in the whole world, and gave up on himself, he deliberately robbed a bank with a knife.

After being imprisoned, he thought that he would not have to live a life of starvation and bullying, but in it, he was beaten even worse and tortured all day long.

He regretted not being at the beginning, he was in pain, and finally he was diagnosed with stomach cancer, and just when he was desperate, Jian Junxi appeared.

Encounters are their fate.

After his health gradually improved, he worked hard, just to repay Jian Junxi for his reconstruction.

In the brutal life and death training, he achieved very proud results, stood out among many prisoners, and became the best in this place.

(End of chapter)