In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

The man stood up.

The prison clothes were in tatters, and his thick wrists and ankles were exposed to the humid air.

Her gray-white hair was scattered around her shoulders, covering most of her face.

But the gaze exposed from the cracks in his hair was as fierce as a wild beast, ready to move.

He is tall.

Nearly 1.9 meters.

The man who had been in prison for 20 years was as tall as a mountain.

Full of hostility, he burst out like a wild beast.

"Back then, you and Queen Ma teamed up to barely suppress me."

The man grinned, revealing a pair of pale teeth, and smiled strangely: "Are you enough for me to beat you on your own?"

Click.

Brother Dazhi casually pulled out a gun and pressed it against the man's head.

"If you move, I will report that you have escaped from prison and shoot you on the spot."

boom!

Brother Dazhi just finished speaking.

Kicked the man in the abdomen.

boom!

The man with a body like an iron tower smashed against the wall with a loud bang.

"Ha ha…"

The severely injured man had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, stood up slowly, and patted the dust on his body: "There are still half a year, 180 days, you can enjoy it as much as you want."

After the man finished speaking, he lifted a few gray hairs from his face, revealing his beast-like pupils: "In the past 20 years, every punch, every kick you have inflicted on me, every torture you have made me endure, I I will return it to you, Queen Ma, and everyone you care about."

"Calculate the time, your son should also start a family, marry a wife and have children, right?"

The man grinned with a ferocious smile: "When I get out, I will kill his whole family."

boom!

Brother Dazhi picked up the butt of the gun and hit the man on the head.

Suddenly blood poured down his face.

boom!

Boom!

Brother Dazhi started to vent his anger.

The usual dandy and unruly look on his face was gone, like a man who was beaten to death and still looked like a mountain even if he fell to the ground.

When your hands get tired, change your feet.

When you are tired of kicking, use your knees.

About 10 minutes later, Brother Dazhi, whose back was sweating, sat down against the wall, took out the huazi in his pocket, and lit one.

Then he glanced sideways at the man who was covered in blood and got up and sat on the ground.

"Don't worry, I will beat you to death the day you are released from prison." Brother Dazhi exhaled thick smoke and said expressionlessly.

"You won't beat me to death." The man wiped the blood on his face, raised his hand to pick up the huazi on the ground, lit one, with a sly smile on his face. "If I die in a prison under your jurisdiction, thousands of people will be buried with me."

"Otherwise, you, the ad hoc general, would not have personally led the Eighteen Cavalrymen of Beimang to suppress me for 20 years, and would not have a home that he could not return to, or a son that he could not see." The man only took a sip, and then strangled it with his fingers. Cigarette, face full of ferociousness.

"Twenty years." Brother Dazhi said calmly. "The world outside has changed long ago."

"If it changes again, it will be my world." The man turned his head and glanced at Brother Dazhi with crazy eyes.

Brother Dazhi frowned and ignored the man.

He understands the terror and power of this man better than anyone else.

He knew even more clearly that only he could suppress this man in this prison.

People from outside don't dare to mess around.

Once he leaves, someone will pick him up from prison tomorrow.

"Are you still fighting?"

The man asked without warning: "No more fighting, I want to rest."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to put on the shackles and chains.

Then, dragging the extremely heavy chain, he returned to his single bed, and lay down with a bang.

Brother Dazhi smoked another cigarette before getting up and leaving.

"Close the door." The man lying on the bed said calmly.

Brother Dazhi ignored him and left without even closing the door.

"I remember, your son's name is Zhang Ruoyu?"

The man suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils filled with the aura of death: "I hugged him when he was one year old."

Brother Dazhi's eyes were cold and he said nothing.

But he also stopped.

"When he was little, he was very cute and looked a lot like you." The man seemed to be remembering something and said in a low voice. "You must like your son very much, right?"

"In the past 20 years, no one has ever dared to mention your son in front of me. I don't even know if you changed his name."

The man suddenly grinned with a very weird smile, and he was a little excited: "Don't worry, when I see your son, I will tell him that you have dedicated your entire life to the country and justice."

"If he blames you or hates you, I will explain it to you. I will tell your son that you have no control over your good intentions."

The man turned over, the chains all over his body clattered, and he closed his eyes and said, "Tell those who visit the prison tomorrow that it's best to come in the afternoon. I want to sleep more."

"You better get up at five in the morning."

Brother Dazhi said calmly: "I will ask the prison visitors to come over before dawn."

"If you wake up late and don't see me, you'll have to wait until next year."

"Oh no." Brother Dazhi said with cold eyes. "You won't survive next year."

boom!

Brother Dazhi turned around, kicked the iron door shut, and strode away.