Dongdongdongdongdongdong, there was a knock on the door outside the warden's office.

The warden moved his mouse gently and said, "Come in."

Then the door creaked open, and two prison guards walked in with a man in their fifties.

The man is not tall, only about 170cm, and has medium-sized body, with a medium-length hair. Under his hair is a pair of cloudy eyes and a frosty face.

If it weren't for the information about this person, the warden would have suspected that he was already sixty or seventy years old.

"Chen Zhongluo." The warden pronounced this bad Chinese name. He hated Chinese people, and even more hated the names used by Chinese people, and was always so difficult to pronounce.

Chen Zhongluo was pressed on the chair by two prison guards, and with a click, he was bound to the chair.

"I can't remember how many times it's been to interrogate you. I want to know something. I must be very clear. Say, I'll give you a last chance." The warden said impatiently.

Chen Zhongluo looked at the warden and suddenly laughed: "I seem to remember that last time you said this was the last chance, why haven't I died yet?"

The warden frowned, and Chen Zhongluo's words made him feel a little embarrassed, so he thrust his mouth at the prison guard behind him.

The prison guard behind him smiled grimly, then walked to Chen Zhongluo, and punched Chen Zhongluo hard on the lower abdomen.

Chen Zhongluo roared in pain, his whole body curled up into a shrimp, but was bound by a chair and could not curl up completely, which eventually led to a more painful situation.

The warden looked at Chen Zhongluo's face deformed due to pain, and then he felt better.

"Okay, just pretend I said it last time. This time it was really the last time. You know, it's not a few days. Let me look at the calendar. Oh, it's already the twenty!" The warden shouted with a very exaggerated expression.

When Chen Zhongluo heard this day, his obvious expression was shocked.

Because in another five days, the 25th, it will be the day of the World Hongmen Kissing Conference. I didn’t expect that I would be locked up for so long.

"Haha, no matter who wants to get that thing, no matter who hurt me. In short, he will never succeed without getting the gold under the sea." Chen Zhongluo laughed.

The warden looked at Chen Zhongluo with an indifferent expression and said, "It doesn't matter, it's not my business anyway. In the end, I just lost a lot of money, but you are going to lose your life. Do you think it's worth it?"

"What's the difference between living here and dying? If you have the ability, kill me now!" Chen Zhongluo stared at his eyes and suddenly leaned his head in front of the warden.

The warden was startled, and his expression was filled with a moment of fear, but then disappeared.

Then he picked up the handkerchief next to him and wiped his face, saying, "Damn it, your saliva has sprayed on my face."

After wiping, he threw the handkerchief into the trash can and said leisurely: "I want to die? It's not impossible. But I won't let you die happily. In this way, how about a day trip to the dark room?"

Then the warden snapped his fingers, and the prison guard understood, lifted Chen Zhongluo and dragged him out of the office.

After a while, a painful howl came from a certain direction in the prison area, as if it was Chen Zhongluo's voice.

The warden heard the howl and spat, saying, "If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine!"

After that, he frowned tightly.

Because the customer who sent Chen Zhongluo in seemed very capable, he not only paid the prison fee, but also brought Chen Zhongluo in through FBI personnel. Obviously, he also had connections in the government.

If this matter is not done well, I am afraid that the person agreed to make the subsequent investment that he will not be able to achieve.

"Damn it!" The warden cursed in annoyance and continued to look through Chen Zhongluo's information.

The page shows that the underwater gold Budian is a token that Hongmen leader must obtain when he succeeds. Without this thing, the position of the leader will not be recognized.

The other party asked him to get this thing.

"What should I do?" The warden was frowning, but he never thought of a good idea.

The meal time of airship No. 1.

Here, the prisoner's meal is pretty good. At least there is meat to eat every other day, although it is just the most trashy meat.

On this day, there was just meat.

Solemn and leisurely carrying the rice jar to his seat. In the East District, Solemn already had almost half of his voice, while the other half was in another solemn neighbor.

That taciturn and thin young man.

According to Zhuang Chong, his name is Shinichi Donghei, but he is an oriental.

On the first day of this guy's arrival, he killed the two prisoners who provoked him. As a result, he was locked in a terrible dark room by the warden for more than two weeks and suffered various inhuman torture. Unexpectedly, this guy survived.

When he walked out of the dark room, everyone understood one thing.

This guy will be the boss of the East District.

So a considerable number of people depended on him, while others remained neutral and would never have conflicts with Shinichi Dongping.

Dongping Shinichi didn't agree with this, as if he had agreed to the followers of these people.

When Zhuang Chong and the bald man were in conflict, Dongping Shin-ichi did not take action. I don’t know if he didn’t take Zhuang Chong seriously or was not interested in it.

"Wuliang Tianzun, Amitabha!" More than a dozen people gathered next to the solemn, silently recited the slogan three times before they started eating.

Donald, while he was close to the solemn, diligently picking the meat on his plate to the solemn.

He looked at Donald solemnly and asked, "Why? Don't like eating meat?"

"Hehe, this is my filial piety to you," Donald said with a smile.

Zhuang Chong didn't say anything, but threw the meat back to Donald's plate and said, "I'm different from them. I don't have to do this in the future."

Donald was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhuang Chong in disbelief, then a bright light flashed in his eyes and his head lowered.

"Eat!" With a solemn order, more than a dozen believers started eating as if they had received the Buddha's instructions.

Who knew that suddenly a cold snorted from behind him, and a man seemed to be cursing at the solemn groaning.

Zhuang Chong couldn't understand English, so he asked Donald: "What did he say?"

Donald translated it once, but it was just accusing Zhuang Chong of doing this before every meal, which made people very upset. If you want to do it, get out and do it.

These words made the solemn believers angry, and more than a dozen believers glared at the man.

But that man was not afraid. Before coming in, the man was the leader of a drug trafficking organization and spent every day in death. How could he be afraid of the eyes of several people?

After being beaten up by Zhuang, the bald man who became a solemn believer rushed forward first and taught that guy a lesson.

That guy had been incompatible with the bald man before. If he hadn't been 100% sure that he had beaten him, the bald man would have beaten him long ago.

But this time, in front of the new boss, the bald man had to show it once, otherwise he would offend his solemn behavior before, and he would be bound to suffer in the future.

I can't bear to let the child go to trap the wolf! The bald man made up his mind and was about to rush forward and fight against that guy.

However, he walked up and shouted, but saw Zhuang Chong coming over.

With a snap, he slapped his bald head.

The bald man is stupid and very wronged. He stands up for you, boss, why did you hit him?

The bald man looked solemn and puzzled.

Sorrowful and regretful, he pointed at the bald man and said, "How did I educate you before? Monks are compassionate and have kind thoughts. Sweeping the floor may hurt the lives of ants, cherish moths and gauzes and lamps! What are you going to do? Are you going to hit someone? Where did you listen to what I taught you?"

After listening to Donald's translation, the bald man realized what he was wrong. He hurriedly said solemnly: "sorry."

Then he turned around and looked at the drug trafficker and spoke up to promote the guy's theory of "equality of all beings".

But I heard someone faster than him, but he started to speak solemnly: "So young, has our noisy Buddhist chant disturbed you? Sorry, if you think it's noisy, I suggest you take the plate and go to the corner to eat. It's quite quiet."

"What? You don't want to go to the corner? If you don't want to, why do you look at me like this?"

"Oh, what did you say? You actually want to hit me? How can monks fight and kill all day long? Put down their butcher's knife and become a Buddha, but you still can't see through this evil deed."

"Oh, you actually took action? I'm so crazy. If you don't give you some good things, you don't know that Prince Ma has three eyes! Young men, beat him up!"

Crack! Bang! Bang!

There was only continuous sounds heard, and under the solemn leadership, the drug dealer leader who was not afraid of death was beaten to tears.
Chapter completed!