When the mad dog saw Lao Xie ignored him and wanted to speak to stimulate Lao Xie, Han Lin said, "Mad dog, do you want to squat in the black room? Just shut up."
The mad dog shut up his mouth, "Black Room" is a square three-dimensional building with a height of 1.5 meters and a width of 1.5 meters, which is said to be a black room. To put it more appropriately, it is a standing coffin for a child, with only one door and one ventilator to enter and stand.
It's so uncomfortable that you can't straighten your waist and sit and stretch your legs. It's so uncomfortable that you can't feel like you're a serious illness the next day. Your body is sore and weak, and your bones and tendons are so painful that you can't bear.
No matter who it is, the mad dog is no exception, because he has gone in once and only recovered after he came out.
Han Lin took them to Ning Haiqing's office, and the mad dog went to the sofa opposite, "Warner Ning! Why are you looking for us to do? I haven't violated any discipline during this period."
Ning Haiqing frowned and looked at him, then said to Lao Xie: "Xie Jinchang! Kuanglong and one of his subordinates died, Lao Qi was seriously injured and went to the hospital. I don't know what happened."
"Haha,,,," the mad dog laughed wildly: "Well, such a scum should have died long ago."
Old Xie suddenly looked up at the mad dog, and a cold light flashed in his eyes and asked, "How did you die?"
Ning Hai said coldly: "This is the matter I'm asking you for. Kuanglong and his subordinates were killed by the prisoner who came in just now, and Lao Qi was also injured." Speaking of this, he pointed at Lao Xie, "I warn you
You, this matter has ended here, don't ask the prisoner for trouble, and you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Lao Xie fiddled with a ring worn on his middle finger, "Is it true that Kuanglong died like this?"
"No! Not at all, you will die if you die. If you think you have a long life, you can go to him, but don't blame me for not reminding you that not only you can't afford to offend this person, but I can't afford to offend me."
Lao Xie put down his hands and clenched his fists tightly, then quickly let go: "Can I leave if there is nothing to do?"
Ning Haiqing glanced at him: "You guys go back"
On the way back, the mad dog laughed wildly: "Haha,,,,, dead, why doesn't the old guy named Xie die?"
Lao Xie's face turned pale and he returned to the cell and kicked it against the wall with a "bang".
"What's wrong with the boss?" The person who spoke was Dadong. He was in his thirties, Kuanglong, Lao Qi, and he sat on the bed to repair his nails and looked cold. The young man of twenty-seven or eight years old was Lao Xie's right-hand man now died.
A serious injury is equivalent to cutting off one of his arms. Why is Lao Xie not angry?
"The dragon is dead, Lao Qi is seriously injured and has no idea of life and death." Lao Xie's tone is full of murderous intent
The young man suddenly looked up, and then he saw clearly that the one holding the nail repairing his nails was actually a scalpel in his hand and Dadong asked with a gloomy face: "How did you die?"
"It was done by the new account just now." Lao Xie's tone was still full of murderous intentions.
"The prison party has no explanation?"
"Hmph! They went to me just to make this matter smaller and smaller.
"No! The crazy dragon cannot die in vain," said Dadong.