The man stood up.

The prison uniform was ragged, and the thick wrists and ankles were exposed to the humid air.

The gray-white hair was scattered and covered most of his face.

The gaze that can be exposed through the cracks in the hair is as fierce as a beast, ready to move.

He's tall.

Almost 1.9 meters.

The man who has been squatting in prison for twenty years is as big as a mountain.

Full of anger, it erupted into a beastly wildness.

"Back then, you and Queen Ma joined forces, and you barely suppressed me."

The man grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and smiled weirdly: "You are alone, is it enough for me to fight?" ”

Click.

Brother Dazhi casually took out a gun and pressed it against the man's head.

"If you move, I'll report that you've escaped from prison and shoot you on the spot."

Bang!

Brother Dazhi's voice just fell.

A kick slammed into the man's abdomen.

Bang!

The man, whose body was like an iron tower, slammed into the wall with a bang.

"Hehe..."

The hard-hit man spilled blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up, and patted the dust on his body: "There is still half a year, one hundred and eighty days, you have fun." ”

The man said, lifted a few strokes of the gray hair on his face, revealing his beast-like pupils: "In the past twenty years, every punch and kick you have inflicted on me, every torture I have endured, I will return it to you, to Queen Ma, and to all the people you care about." ”

"Calculate the time, your son should also start a family, marry a wife and have children, right?"

The man grinned and smiled horribly: "When I go out, I will kill his whole family." ”

Bang!

Brother Dazhi grabbed the butt of the gun and smashed it on the man's head.

Immediately, blood flowed all over his face.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Brother Dazhi began to put out the fire.

His face was devoid of his usual deceitfulness and unruliness, like a madman, beaten to death, even if he fell to the ground, he was like a mountain man.

When the hands are tired, change the feet.

Foot kick tired, with knees.

About ten minutes later, Brother Dazhi, who was sweating on his back, sat down against the wall, took out the Huazi in his pocket, and lit one.

Then he squinted at the man who was covered in blood and got up and sat on the spot.

"Don't worry, the day you get out of prison, I will beat you to death." Brother Dazhi exhaled a thick cigarette and said expressionlessly.

"You're not going to kill me." The man wiped the blood from his face, raised his hand to pick up the Huazi on the ground, lit one, and smiled slyly. "I died in the prison under your jurisdiction, and thousands of people will bury me."

"Otherwise, you, the ad hoc general, will not personally lead the Beimang Eighteen Cavalry to suppress me for twenty years, and you will not have a home that you can't go back to, and you can't see your son." The man took only one puff and snuffed out the cigarette with his fingers, his face full of hideousness.

"Twenty years." Brother Dazhi said lightly. "The outside world has changed a long time ago."

"No matter how much it changes, it's also my world." The man glanced sideways at Brother Da Zhi, his eyes were crazy.

Brother Dazhi frowned and ignored the man.

He knew better than anyone how terrifying and powerful this man was.

He knew better that only by being in this prison could he suppress this man.

People outside don't dare to mess around.

As soon as he leaves, someone will pick him up tomorrow and get him out of prison.

"Are you still fighting?"

Without warning, the man asked, "No, I'm going to rest." ”

As he spoke, he took the initiative to put on shackles and chains.

Then, dragging the heavy chains, he returned to his single bed, and with a thud, lay down.

Brother Dazhi smoked another cigarette, and then got up to leave.

"Bring the door with you." The man lying flat on the bed said lightly.

Brother Dazhi ignored him, didn't even close the door, and left.

"I remember, your son's name is Zhang Ruoyu?"

The man suddenly opened his eyes, and his pupils were filled with the breath of death: "When he was one year old, I also hugged him." ”

Brother Dazhi's eyes were cold and he didn't make a sound.

But he also stopped.

"When he was a child, he was very cute and looked like you." The man seemed to be remembering something, and said in a low voice. "You must like your son very much, don't you?"

"In the past twenty years, no one has dared to talk about your son in front of me, and I don't even know if you have changed his name."

The man suddenly grinned, smiled extremely weirdly, and was a little excited: "Don't worry, when I see your son, I will tell him that all your life has been dedicated to the country and justice." ”

"If he blames you and hates you, I will explain it for you, and I will tell your son, your good intentions, and your body can't help yourself."

The man rolled over, pulled the chains all over his body and rattled, closed his eyes and said, "Tell the people who will visit the prison tomorrow that it is best to come in the afternoon, I want to sleep more." ”

"You'd better wake up at five in the morning."

Brother Dazhi said lightly: "I will let the prison visitors come over before dawn." ”

"If you don't see you late, you'll have to wait until next year."

"Oh no." Brother Dazhi said with a cold gaze. "You won't live next year."

Bang!

Brother Dazhi turned around, kicked the iron door, and strode away.