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Everyone realized the seriousness. In the monitoring room on the first floor, they quickly changed the screen and displayed it above the fourth floor.

A pair of eyes scanned rapidly, not knowing whether to expect or not to see any clues.

"Minus four floors are normal!"

"Minus three floors are normal!"

"The second floor is normal!"

"Minus one, wait, there's something going on on negative one!"

…

Hearing the voice from the intercom, everyone rushed to the first floor. Chen Muyu was carrying the alloy box like an electrician repairing circuits.

"What's going on on the negative floor?" Ma Santong asked.

The first floor below is a place where some monks who are not very harmful are temporarily detained. These people made minor mistakes, maybe fighting, maybe stealing, etc., etc.

As long as they are monks, regardless of their level, they will be handled by the Martial Arts Association first, and this is a temporary detention place.

Therefore, the defense on the first floor is not strong, and it is no different from an ordinary detention room. There are more than 20 small rooms on both sides of the corridor, and the doors are just iron bars.

There are about ten people imprisoned here, most of them are scum, basically waiting for their family members to pay fines.

When everyone arrived at the negative level, those who were in custody ran to the iron fence and greeted them through the iron fence.

Of course, most of the greeters were from Ma Santong, and some asked Chen Muyu what they had done. Seeing that Ma Santong brought someone over, he thought it was a newcomer.

"Shut up, keep making noise, and we will all be locked up for another half month!" Ma Santong was still quite dignified and scolded him directly.

"Hey, President Ma is such a powerful official..."

Some people are weird.

Ma Santong glared at him and became silent for a moment.

Each one of them was very sensible, and scolding Ma Santong in a hurry would not do them any good.

"Tell me, what's going on on the negative floor?"

Ma Santong shouted into the walkie-talkie. It seemed that the signal was a little bad and his voice was rustling. He just asked Chen Muyu for a long time and he still couldn't hear clearly what was being said on the other side.

He patted it hard and saw that Ma Santong was about to throw away the walkie-talkie. Hey, it would just be better on its own.

"The surveillance footage in Detention Room No. 8 is gone!"

…

Everyone hurriedly went straight to Detention Room No. 8.

Detention Room No. 8 was in a corner. Gong Daquan and his wife were walking in front, followed by Chen Muyu carrying a box.

In the detention room, two young men.

A man with long yellow hair, a leather jacket and leather pants, earrings, and tattoos, at first glance, he is the legendary will-o'-the-wisp boy.

The two of them were stunned for a moment when they looked at Ma Santong and others outside the detention room, especially Lu Wanli who was still holding a sword.

A group of people are in a hurry, what are they trying to do?

Ma Santong said with a dark face, "What kind of plane are you two doing?"

The yellow-haired man laughed dryly, "Uncle Ma, what's wrong with us? We didn't do anything!"

At this time, Chen Muyu and others had already looked inside the detention room through the iron fence.

Ma Santong pointed to the surveillance probe.

The surveillance probes at the four corners have been destroyed.

The yellow-haired man said calmly, pointing at the young man in leather pants next to him, "This guy said that their Dulong Finger is better than our Golden Rhinoceros Finger. Aren't I not convinced? Let's try it..."

"So you're going to compete with surveillance cameras?" Ma Santong said with a dark face.

The yellow-haired man nodded.

"Then who won?" Ma Santong asked with a smile.

"Let's split it evenly. One of them smashed two of them!" The yellow-haired man said sarcastically, "Uncle Ma, don't worry, it's just a few probes, we'll just pay for it!"

"Pay shit!"

Ma Santong uttered a curse word, and his eyes almost popped out of his head with anger, "You two, did you notice anything unusual this afternoon?"

"Abnormal? What abnormality?" The yellow-haired man looked stunned.

Ma Santong's face darkened and he wanted to curse.

The yellow-haired man realized something was wrong and said quickly, "There's nothing else, except that the building shook from time to time in the afternoon. It was so scary that we thought the building was going to collapse..."

"Yeah, I think we didn't commit any crime. I just stole a few watermelons. Why don't you blow up the building and bury us alive here!" The man in leather pants was also laughing.

"snort!"

Ma Santong snorted coldly, "Smile, if I lock you up for another month, I'll see if you can still laugh!"

After saying that, he took Chen Muyu and others away, no matter how much the two people yelled from behind, they ignored them.

"These two boys are two prodigal sons of the Xu family and the Du family in Jiannan. They came to the provincial capital half a month ago to have fun. They rode motorcycles to the city center to blow up the streets. They also stole watermelons from other night stall owners. They were arrested. When he found out, he beat him up!"

"If it weren't for the fact that both of their families have some friendship with me, I would have killed them long ago and sent them to the judiciary..."

Ma Santong complained, but Chen Muyu and others were not interested. If there is no problem with the first floor below, that means Huang Zhengyang is no longer in the underground detention room.

Either dead or escaping, but the probability of escaping seems to be higher.

Return to the first floor and come to the control room.

More than ten people watched it together, not missing any corner or detail.

"Are there any blind spots in surveillance?" Chen Muyu asked.

Ma Santong shook his head, "It's impossible. This was already taken into consideration when designing the underground detention room. There can't be any blind spots at all..."

Chen Muyu nodded slightly. The basement design was very simple and there should be no blind spots.

The surveillance can see everything comprehensively, so there is no need for them to go down any further.

Ma Santong looked at Chen Muyu. He originally thought there would be a tough battle, and maybe his life would be on the line, but he never thought it would be like this.

"Start from the first floor and check upwards, starting from the first floor to the first floor."

Chen Muyu said something to the staff controlling the surveillance.

Several people looked at Ma Santong. After all, Ma Santong was their leader.

"Follow it!" Ma Santong ordered.

Several people quickly called up the surveillance cameras on the ground floors of the Wushu Association Building and checked up one floor at a time.

After all, the underground floors have been checked and nothing has been found. Then, the rest is to check the entire Wushu Association building. After all, the underground ventilation system may be connected to the entire building. If that thing escapes, what if? Wouldn't it be more dangerous to hide in a building? How can the Wushu Association go to work?

Twenty pairs of eyes spent almost an hour in the monitoring room, looking over the entire Wushu Association building. Chen Muyu even walked upstairs and downstairs himself, and even used system identification, but still found nothing.

This is weird.

If this Huang Zhengyang has died, that's fine, but if he has escaped, he may have escaped from the Wushu Association building, which is a bit serious!