He deserves to be punished

Author: Taigu Feilong

He deserves to be punished

Jiang Feng spent a huge sum of money to hire two brothel girls to play with him until dawn.

Then, smelling of alcohol, he headed back to Zhenbei Prison.

On the way, Jiang Feng checked the panel information.

Name: Jiang Feng

Luck: 158

Kung Fu: Jailer's Health Kung Fu (Mastery)

Skill: Jailer's Long Fist (skilled)

Realm: Seventh Grade (Marrow Refining)

Supernatural power: Immortality

After successfully killing the ninth-level killer at home last night, Jiang Feng's luck value increased to 358. When he rescued Wang He, he spent 200 points to upgrade the Jailer Chang Fist from entry level to proficiency level.

One night passed.

The luck value didn't change at all.

This made Jiang Feng a little panicked.

Is it possible that Yang Shangshu is in peace? Wang He has no evidence at all.

He was hesitating whether to leave immediately and leave Longdu quickly.

In the end, he decided to visit Zhenbei Prison first.

As soon as I arrived at the prison gate, I happened to bump into Uncle Huo, who came with me to take over.

Uncle Huo smelled the smell of alcohol on Jiang Feng's body and laughed and scolded: "You are so unethical. I have taken care of you for so many days, but you didn't even call me when I was drinking last night."

"I went to listen to music last night and asked you to go with me. I was afraid that my sister-in-law would have objections."

Jiang Feng said awkwardly.

"Haha, I understand."

Uncle Huo showed a smile that only men can understand.

Go in with Jiang Feng to take over the shift.

“Ding-deng-deng!”

"Hey, what's wrong with Captain Wang?"

…

Just when Jiang Feng and Uncle Huo entered Zhenbei Prison, outside the prison, Capt. Huang led a group of government officials and carried Wang He back. Behind them, there was a group of soldiers and horses, as if they were escorting something important.

Last night, Wang He was stabbed in the back by Jiang Feng.

His calf was pierced by a cold arrow, and he was in shock. Lying on the stretcher, he kept looking around nervously, fearing that another cold arrow would suddenly shoot at him.

Jiang Feng and many others saw it.

Capt. Huang asked someone to carry Wang He into the prison. Then he rummaged through boxes and cabinets in Wang He's workshop, and finally found a long wooden box from under the floor tiles.

Capt. Huang handed over the wooden box to the commander who was guarding outside Zhenbei Prison with a group of soldiers and horses.

According to the memory of the original owner.

Jiang Feng could recognize that these soldiers and horses were the Longdu Forbidden Army. They would usually only be dispatched when encountering major events, otherwise they would only stay in the inner courtyard of the palace.

The commander of the imperial army was as powerful as a rainbow. The armor on his body weighed hundreds of kilograms, but he was as light as a swallow. His strength should be at the third level. He glanced at everyone, and everyone felt like rays piercing their backs, and they were frightened.

Jiang Feng and Uncle Huo both bowed their heads honestly.

Don't dare to look around.

"Sir, the evidence is inside."

Huang Captou opened the wooden box for the commander of the imperial army.

The other party took out a scroll from the wooden box.

There is a poem inside the scroll

It's some sensitive content.

"Sir, this is evidence that Yang Qi insulted the imperial concubine. I hope you will learn from it."

Wang He said.

"Whether the content here is written by Yang Qi needs to be carefully studied and compared. Come, take Mr. Wang, follow me back to the palace and meet the Holy Emperor!"

Command the road.

"yes!"

…

that's all.

Wang He and the others came and left just as quickly.

Wait until they leave.

Jiang Feng quickly checked the information content on the panel.

I found that the luck value still had no change.

But things have come to this point.

He and Uncle Huo will no longer be remembered.

Because Yang Qi's rebellious content will soon be known to the whole world, those who want to overthrow Yang Shangshu will definitely make a fuss about it and make the royal family furious.

At that time, even if they had actually seen some content that they shouldn't have seen before, it wouldn't hurt to let Yang Shangshu know about it.

Everyone in the world knew about it. Is it possible that Yang Shangshu could still kill everyone?

An hour later.

Here in Zhenbei Prison, there is a rumor that Yang Rusong, the Minister of Household Affairs, was escorted to the palace.

Jiang Feng checked the luck value and found that there was still no change.

Three hours later.

Word spread through the grapevine.

Liu Shishan, the commander of the Forbidden Army, led a thousand troops and sealed off the Shangshu Mansion.

Jiang Feng checks the panel information.

Name: Jiang Feng

Luck value: 873

Kung Fu: Jailer's Health Kung Fu (Mastery)

Skill: Jailer's Long Fist (Proficiency+)

Realm: Seventh Grade (Marrow Refining)

Supernatural power: Immortality

"Sure enough, it's the old fox named Yang who wants my life."

Seeing the change in luck value, Jiang Feng patted his thigh and said.

Having increased his luck by so much all at once, he could fully imagine that the danger this time could cost him two lives.

But even so, Jiang Feng knew that the matter was definitely not over yet.

Because the news about Yang Shangshu’s disposition has not yet come, it is possible that Yang Shangshu is just proving his innocence and applying to the royal family to seal up his Shangshu Mansion.

And according to the old fox's method.

There is definitely no evidence of Yang Qi's crime in the Shangshu Mansion.

At night.

Papers began to fall on the streets and alleys of Longdu.

There is a poem written in them all.

The entire Dragon City suddenly became excited.

The news spread to the palace.

The royal family was furious, and a large number of imperial guards were dispatched, walking through the streets and alleys, and arresting an unknown number of people overnight.

Jiang Feng glanced at the paper falling at the door.
To be continued...