Outside Yanjing City!

The afterglow of the setting sun shines over Longcheng Prison near Hongshan, making this prison full of mystery look particularly heavy.

Through the narrow window, the sun shone in this cell less than ten square meters. A young man was locked in heavy shackles on his hands and feet. However, he was still playing a set of boxing with ease. The simple military fist, but under his tricks, was full of wind and should not be underestimated.

This is a place that makes all the prisoners of Longcheng Prison frightened, and no prisoner dares to enter here. It seems that this is his place and will never be violated by others.

On the cut-cut face, a haze revealed in the deep eyes. A perfect man's body was exposed with his upper body, his muscles were bulging, and he exuded a strong masculine beauty.

The exposed back was covered with scars of varying lengths, which looked hideous and terrifying. However, for him, every scar here represented a story and a achievement of his. But now, it has disappeared.

What kind of man has so many scars? Are he an unforgivable evildoer, or a killer who kills people like a terrible killer?

There was a big scar on the triceps on the arm. There was a code name that made him feel proud, but now, he angrily used the scar on the iron to cover up the word that was once proud.

After a set of military punches, the man took a deep breath. He turned around and kicked the prison door hard. The steel-made prison door suddenly made a loud noise, and the steel bars were kicked in a twist. Looking at this scene, the man smiled slightly, a little evil, a little domineering, and a little arrogant.

Even in this current state, I am still one-stop.

The man slowly sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and looked like an old monk was entering meditation.

The sound of "dongdongdongdongdongdong" is approaching!

"Yang Ling, someone wants to see you!" The prison guard walked to the door of the cell and opened the door. Behind him, a young man in camouflage was followed, and a strong military aura was emitting all over his body.

The man slowly opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at it, smiled disdainfully, and closed his eyes again.

The camouflage man frowned and obviously felt a strong disgust and disgust towards his attitude, but he endured it and didn't say anything.

"Yang Ling, have you heard that someone wants to see you, come out quickly." The prison guard looked at the camouflage man with some embarrassment and smiled embarrassedly. If it were not necessary, he really wouldn't want to step into this cell.

Yang Ling still closed her eyes, ignoring her slightest. A trace of fierceness flashed in the camouflage man's eyes, and he bent down and walked in.

"Someone wants to see you, come with me!" A trace of violence flashed in the camouflage man's eyes and a tough attitude.

"No time." Yang Ling replied coldly.

The camouflage man was slightly stunned and snorted coldly, "Everyone said that the Dragon King was the first master in the army, but I don't believe it very much. I'm afraid it's spreading rumors, and there are many false elements, right?"

"Do you want to try?" Yang Ling's mouth made a smile, a little cold and violent.

"Yes. I really want to know if the so-called number one master is just a good example." The camouflage man said provocatively.

"You will know soon." Yang Ling slapped the ground with both hands, turned his body, and his feet rotated in the air, and stood up. Without saying a word, Yang Ling stomped his right foot and shot out like an arrow. The marble ground left deep cracks.

The camouflage man was stunned and did not dare to be careless. He hurriedly waved his fist to meet him. He couldn't help but be surprised. It seemed that the name of the Dragon King was not as obvious as it was. When the two fists were connected, the camouflage man felt a powerful force surge towards him, and his body staggered backwards involuntarily.

However, Yang Ling did not give up. He quickly followed and kicked the camouflage man hard. The camouflage man had no time to dodge and hurriedly reached out to block. With a "bang", the camouflage man felt a pain in his arm, and he staggered and fell to the ground, and his arm bones were broken.

"I don't care who you are or who wants to see me. From the moment I entered here, no one can talk to me in a commanding tone." Yang Ling's tone was cold and violent, and the chill bursting in her eyes seemed to freeze a person in an instant.

"Haha, the Dragon King is worthy of being the Dragon King. It seems that life in prison has not defeated you. Very good, I am worthy of being my soldier." With a burst of hearty laughter, an old man slowly walked in from outside. His short figure gave people a very tall and domineering feeling, and the hearty laughter made his serious face a little friendly.

The prison guard hurriedly saluted. The old man nodded slightly, waved his hand, and signaled him to retreat. Then he walked into the cell, looked at the camouflage man lying on the ground, and shook his head helplessly, "Today is your luck. If it weren't for his mercy, you would be a corpse. Go out!"

The camouflage man stood up with support, bent his waist at the old man, and retreated respectfully, with a embarrassed and ashamed look on his face.

"I know you have many questions, let's smoke a cigarette and chat slowly." The old man took out a cigarette and handed it over.

Yang Ling reached out to take the little panda specially provided by the military region, sniffed it, and held it in his mouth.

The old man took out a lighter to light it for him, very satisfied with his neither humble nor arrogant attitude.

"You are not curious why I came to see you?" After a long time, the old man couldn't help but speak.

"Why?" Yang Ling replied indifferently, his attitude obviously did not care about this issue. His extreme calmness seemed to be unfathomable in the eyes of outsiders, which made the old man admire him even more.

"A year ago, the mission failed, and only one person survived in the entire team. Logically speaking, it should have been a meritorious or undecided, but..., I was sent to jail for this. Do you regret it?" The old man sighed silently, and his eyes looked at Yang Ling were filled with deep lament.

"There is nothing to regret. If I were given another chance, I believe I would still do that. Many things are not judged by right or wrong, as long as I have a clear conscience." Yang Ling responded lightly, took a deep breath of cigarettes, and let out a smear of smoke.

In the hazy, a trace of crystal flashed in the deep eyes.

He regretted that the other party ruined his career as a professional soldier and lost the glory he exchanged for with his blood.

This is the sadness of the little person!

"I haven't seen you for so long, do you hate me?" The old man's tone was full of self-blame.
Chapter completed!