Outside the prison, people are terrified.

Inside the prison, there was a dead silence.

In the cramped and cold class room, Brother Dazhi leaned over and looked at the "critically ill" Xiahou, and said in a strange manner: "People can't be resurrected after death, you mourn." ”

Xia Hou lay quietly on the bed, not moving.

He seemed to be really critically ill.

Brother Dazhi sat aside, lit a cigarette, and said indifferently: "If you really want to send your daughter on the last ride, or will I hold a special funeral for your daughter in prison?" You personally preside. ”

Xiahou still didn't react.

But the breathing was noticeably heavier.

"You're a donkey." Brother Dazhi said unhappily. "Do you have to go out and have a ride? How uncomfortable is it to touch the scene? Isn't it sad to bury your daughter's ashes with your own hands? ”

See that "bitter persuasion" is fruitless.

Brother Dazhi picked up the baseball bat he had just brought in and jerked it at Xiahou's leg.

The dull sound of hitting resounded in the classroom.

Xiahou was still lying flat on the bed, silent, not even moving.

"It's not easy to go out, let's treat your leg too, I saw that you were a little lame when you walked before, and I don't know if it was last time I broke your leg and made your legs long and short."

Brother Dazhi threw away the baseball bat, got up and said, "I'll see you outside later." ”

He just turned around.

Xia Hou slowly opened his eyes.

The eyes, indifferent to the point of suffocation.

The sharp pain in his legs made him more and more conscious.

"General Zhang, please help me open the shackles on my body."

Xia Hou sat up slowly, blood was already oozing from his trouser legs, but he ignored them, as if this leg was not his.

"Wearing shackles, it's inconvenient to do things." Xia Hou lowered his legs and sat on the edge of the bed.

Staring at Brother Dazhi's eyes, the undercurrents surged.

Brother Dazhi squinted his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I lost the key, you can figure it out yourself." ”

"Oh." Xia Hou raised his eyes to look at Brother Dazhi, and the corners of his lips flashed a sickly smile. "I guess those people struggled and hesitated, but in the end, they decided to approve my medical parole, right?"

Don't wait for Brother Dazhi to speak.

Xia Hou said word by word: "I said, no matter how the world changes outside. ”

"As long as I can come out."

"This world is still my world."

Xia Hou got out of bed.

The terrifying height, huge aura, and strong body like an iron tower all make people feel suffocated.

Brother Dazhi tilted his head and glanced at Xiahou: "You look unruly, you look quite second." ”

"Thank you."

Xiahou took two steps towards Brother Dazhi.

The corners of his mouth were filled with a hair-raising smirk.

He dragged the heavy shackles, limped out of this door, the prison that had trapped him for more than twenty years.

When he walked out of the iron gate, Xia Hou turned around slowly, his eyes under the white hair, cold and piercing: "Stare at me, don't blink." ”

After that, under the "escort" of heavy weapons, he was invited out of prison.

Outside the prison, the eighteen cavalry of Beimang were waiting for each other, and people from all walks of life gathered.

Just for Xiahou's medical parole this time, no less than ten organizational departments were dispatched.

From the location of the hospital, to the route arrangement, and the staffing, strict plans have been formulated.

Xiahou, who was in a wheelchair, looked up at the moon and breathed a breath of cold air.

The moonlight is bright and flawless, but it is chilling to people's hearts.

"Old General."

Ye Zhengting paced forward, his eyes were like torches, and his face was full of majesty.

Behind him, there were people from all walks of life, including him, and some subordinates who had already belonged to Xiahou and had always been dead to him.

"Hmm."

Xia Hou responded lightly, glanced at the group of fanatical subordinates, and showed domineering in his words and deeds.

Just when he wanted to say a few words to his old subordinates and old friends and get into the ambulance, the wheelchair was suddenly kicked from behind.

The wheelchair shook and almost knocked Xia Hou down.

"What about gang gatherings?"

Brother Dazhi didn't know when he appeared behind him with a gloomy face.

Pocketed with both hands, it is very stylish.

"You're critically ill, so can't you quickly hang up the oxygen machine and go to the hospital ICU? What's going on here? What the are you Chen Haonan? ”

Xiahou's old subordinates opened their eyes angrily.

Even Ye Zhengting was furious.

This old thing surnamed Zhang, in front of everyone, is so arrogant.

What kind of ravaged old general has to be in prison all these years?

Don't starve three times a day and fight nine times?

"What about your mother?"

Brother Dazhi stepped forward with his pocket, and glared at the subordinates of Xiahou menacingly: "Just you little deflated three, twenty years ago, Lao Tzu kicked one by one and kicked your eggs!" ”

If others say this, they are somewhat suspected of bragging.

But Brother Zhang said that no one really dares to be blind.

Ye Zhengting was also a humble boy in the hands of Brother Zhang.

"It's all one system, there's no need."

Ye Zhengting came forward to play a round.

"Lao Tzu Prison is made up, who the has a system with you?"

Brother Dazhi was a little crazy than the last time he saw Ye Zhengting.

How crazy Brother Da Zhi can be in front of a person depends on how arrogant Brother Zhang is in front of this person.

As the saying goes, blood is thicker than water, and it is in the same vein, which is the principle.