This is the reason why Ye Zhengting likes to pinch soft persimmons.

It's not that I don't dare to pinch hard, it's just...

I just don't dare to pinch it, and I hurt my hands.

As one of the most powerful superiors in the military department, Ye Zhengting suffered this grievance last time, and he has a deep memory, it is Zhang Dazhi behind Zhang Xiangbei.

That night, he was hungry and waited for Brother Dazhi to stay all night before he served a bite of cold food.

Then the table was lifted.

The posture of flipping the table is exactly the same as tonight.

Ye Zhengting has the illusion of dreaming back to the last century.

"Let's have a bite to eat?" Zhang Ruoyu returned to the table, poured himself a glass of wine, and squinted at Ye Zhengting.

Ye Zhengting's eyes were cold, staring at Zhang Ruoyu without saying a word.

This kid is what he watched rise.

I can't hold it down.

It's like a drug.

"Let your son be careful." Ye Zhengting said in a cold voice. "Attacking a serving general of the military department is a very serious crime."

Zhang Ruoyu took a sip of beer and said lightly: "I will criticize him." ”

Ye Zhengting took a deep breath and almost couldn't hold back.

This kid has been picking on his son for less than a year, and his kung fu is even better than back then.

It seems that Binhai has grown faster and more impeccable for a year than in Beimang for a year.

Ye Zhengting led the crowd away.

Several were taken directly to the hospital.

It's just that before leaving, he also threw a meaningful sentence to Brother Dazhi: "I see how long you can be arrogant." ”

A treacherous look flashed in Brother Dazhi's eyes.

Then he glanced at Brother Zhang: "You can't live shorter than him, right?" ”

Ye Zhengting couldn't hold back at all, slammed the door shut, and left.

What a fucking shame? Looking for a son as a backer?

Ye Zhengting walked on the front foot.

Brother Dazhi snorted on his hind feet and said, "You are doing this tonight, how can I gain a foothold in Yanjing City in the future?" ”

"Then don't stand."

Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Brother Dazhi: "Have you survived all these years?" ”

Brother Dazhi twitched the corner of his mouth, almost crushing the wine glass in his hand.

After a long time, he said with a hard face: "Your kid's mouth is really cheap, and I don't know who to learn from!" ”

"You want to learn?" Zhang Ruoyu squinted and said. "I'll teach you."

"Grass!"

Brother Dazhi picked up the wine bottle and blew it, at least half of it dripping on his chest.

After drinking, Brother Dazhi dropped a card: "The boss pays!" ”

Then he didn't accept the card and led the crowd away.

After so many years, I finally came out once.

He was very uncomfortable with all kinds of faces, and even wondered if he really couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the new era.

The more Brother Dazhi thought about it, the more he held back his anger.

The more you think about it, the more poisonous your eyes become.

He had to find someone to vent his anger tonight.

Urging Gangneung to speed up his return to prison.

Beimang's eighteen horsemen stood guard in turn, although they were hungover, their entire mental state seemed to be refreshed, their eyes were sharp, and their breath was calm, as if in this prison, there was a flood beast locked up, and they would break free from the cage and tear the world apart at any time.

And they are the last line of defense to suppress this desolate beast.

Oh no, the second line of defense.

The first is the man surnamed Zhang who was wronged outside.

The god in the heart of the eighteen horsemen of Beimang.

Creak.

In the dead silence of the prison, there was a piercing sound of the door opening.

Some of the prisoners who fell asleep continued to sleep.

There are also some who are not asleep, pretending to be asleep.

No one greeted Brother Zhang, who was full of anger tonight, and he didn't want to know what he was going to do later.

I don't want to know what kind of monster is being held in the secret door at the end of the prison.

Pushing open the secret door, there is a corridor with cold light flashing in front of you.

It was cold, with a pungent smell of mold.

Walk through the hallways, down the spiral staircase, and in the large basement, you can create an exceptionally good prison.

Inside the cage, a gray-haired man was imprisoned.

He has stout chains tied to his hands and feet, which is very retro and does not have any technological components.

technology, there will be loopholes.

But there is only one key to the chain.

This key, Brother Dazhi even hangs it around his neck when he sleeps, and no one can touch it.

As soon as Brother Dazhi approached the cage, the man in the prison let out a hoarse and cold laugh: "You don't seem to be very happy when you go out this time?" ”

"It's because your wife is gone, and you will have to suppress me alone in the future."

"Are you scared?"

Brother Dazhi didn't squeak, just paced forward and stood in front of the prison.

Inside the prison, a smell of blood like a flood erupted like substance, suffocating in its thickness.

It seems that in this prison, in addition to a heinous felon, tens of thousands of bloody demons are also imprisoned.

Brother Dazhi took the key from his neck, opened the cage, and even... The chains on the man's hands and feet were opened.

He casually threw the key on the cold floor, twisted his neck, and his face was full of evil: "Get up, I want to put out the fire." ”

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PS: 3 more in the next two days.