"I never intend to back down in a despicable manner or be an unworthy person; as long as the pulse in my heart is beating, I will move forward bravely and proudly."

Jones, a freedom fighter fighting for workers and the poor, roared in his heart.

Apparently, he has been arrested and imprisoned.

The charge was treason, and the informant was an aristocratic young man. He had stayed to listen to those dangerous remarks, and was touched in his heart. However, after thinking about it, sympathy for the poor conflicted with his own interests, so he handed over Jones, a dangerous person.

Sent to prison.

His partner Harrison was locked up next door.

The two are currently being held at No. 4 Clerk Road, a "sponge house" near Court Street.

This is a vivid nickname that is used to deal with poor people who cannot afford to repay loan sharks. They will be imprisoned until they pay off their debts.

"You will soon find that this place is like a sponge, squeezing everything out of you!"

Every debtor who narrowly escapes from this hellish place will say so.

Because if you want to live with dignity in a place like this, you must have money. First, you have to give money to the prison guards so that they can send a small stove to the dank and gloomy small room. Then you have to find a way to satisfy the creditor.

Make an agreement with him.

However, Jones and Harrison were not among them. The warden received instructions and must not make them feel better.

Therefore, there was no glass in the windows, no heating by the fire, and the biting wind made it difficult for Jones, who already suffered from severe rheumatism, to walk.

Not far away, legal expert Harrison found that he had underestimated the shamelessness of politicians and capitalists. No matter how he quoted legal provisions to fight for the most basic rights, there was no response.

"Want to go out?"

A powerful voice came, and it was hard to hide the condescension in his tone, "Why are you two trying to make things difficult for yourself? A nobleman, a well-known scholar, obviously has a good life, but he insists on treason."

Treason?

If wanting tens of millions of poor people to get the power they deserve is considered treason, then the world should really be set on fire and all the rich should go to hell.

Harrison sneered in his heart, but he did not speak. There were too many tricks to endure next, and he had to save his energy as much as possible.

Outside the prison door, the warden with a bulging belly put his hands on his hips and continued to say in a compassionate tone: "As long as you two promise to give up your evil and dangerous beliefs and sign a declaration that you will no longer participate in political activities, you will be free.

"

"Release immediately."

As he finished speaking, the sound of shaking the key chain was heard.

Amidst the crisp and pleasant sound of metal collision, two pieces of paper and pen were pushed into the sponge house by the guards.

Harrison didn't even look at it, just lying on the creaking wooden bed; Jones staggered over and took the paper and pen.

The former's attitude made the warden frown. He had already thought of what tricks he should use to deal with the stubborn people. On the contrary, it was the attitude of the leader Jones that made him nod his head, and a smile of relief appeared on his face.

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According to the report above, Jones was the most stubborn among the rebels and was imprisoned many times. If there were not several nobles running around on his behalf, he would have been imprisoned until death.

In addition, he was a leader of the movement and a literary figure who promoted dangerous ideas. In comparison, Harrison was only a deputy.

I thought I needed to use all kinds of torture instruments, but this "hard bone" actually backed down.

Haha, it’s not worthy of its name.

A contemptuous smile appeared on the warden's face.

Then, the smile solidified.

"Land, it is occupied by landlords,

the ocean, which is at the hand of the merchant;

Mineral deposits enrich the creditors' coffers,

What else is mine?

………

Military camps, religious forums, and courts,

The rich man's son can come and go freely:

All civil and military skills belong to them,

What else is mine?"

Jones wrote the poem he had been thinking about for a long time and planned to publish in the workers' newspaper in advance.

How could he surrender!

This secret detention strengthened Jones's belief that he would unite all forces, not only in the foggy city, but also with other cities and even the international community to form a workers' volunteer team and smash the old order to pieces.

At the same time, the sound of shredding paper was particularly obvious in the silence. The spiked hanging basket, which was despised by civilized society and had long been banned, was brought over by two guards.

Just looking at this vicious object made of iron nails and wood makes my whole body feel painful. There is also a dark red substance that has dried on it.

Faintly, a group of souls from a hundred years ago could be seen clinging to the torture instruments, roaring and howling.

"It's finally here..."

Harrison and Jones sighed in their hearts, they would never betray the workers.

"Don't kill people, it will be very troublesome."

The warden showed a bloodthirsty smile. He liked these retro items very much. What's more, they were not imitations, but antiques "invited" from the storage room at the bottom of the prison.

It is foreseeable that the two fighters, full of ideals and sense of justice, will accept torture from cruel officials.

At this "critical" moment, someone appeared and came to save the partners.

As early as half an hour ago, Pan Ming was sitting next to the warden, ready to speak, watching everything happen in the shadows.

As a temporarily transferred night watchman, he adapted well to his new abilities and continued to develop them in depth. As long as his inspiration was not high enough for beings equal to him, it would be impossible for him to notice it.

boom!

boom!

One muffled sound followed another.

The guards in the prison fell down one after another, and the warden fell directly before he could give orders.

Pan Ming was not used to this guy. Although he didn't beat anyone to death, the force was not light. The best situation for the warden is to get rescued in time and meet a reliable surgeon to give him a surgery.

Cranial surgery to remove the hematoma,

Otherwise, I will have to live with wheelchairs and children's toys for the rest of my life.

"You two, I'm not too late."

After observing for so long, Pan Ming discovered that the two leaders of the Brotherhood were indeed mortals, and one of them was suffering from rheumatism.

"Thank you for your rescue." Mr. Jones looked surprised, but was soon replaced by surprise. "I originally thought Mr. Zhou would send someone to carry out the rescue, but I didn't expect you to be one step ahead of them."

Mr. Zhou?

Pan Ming frowned, thinking of an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Who is that?"

Seeing that Pan Ming was interested in Mr. Zhou, Jones did not hide it. The fact that the other party came here to rescue him proved his attitude.

"A tavern owner, who secretly formed an armed force, and another Mr. Du, jointly led the most radical group of people in the Brotherhood."

"By the way, like you and Mr. Lu, they all have oriental faces."

At this point, Jones noticed that the people who brought him the greatest help were all from the other side of the world.

Could it be that there are many heroes there?
Chapter completed!