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

Outside the prison, people are panicked.

Inside the prison, there was dead silence.

In the cramped and cold class room, Brother Dazhi leaned over and glanced at Xia Hou, who was "critically ill", and said in a strange tone: "People cannot be resurrected after death, so please forgive me."

Xiahou lay quietly on the bed, motionless.

He seemed to be really critically ill.

Brother Dazhi sat aside, lit a cigarette, and said in a nonchalant manner: "If you really want to send your daughter off for the last journey, how about I organize a unique funeral for your daughter in prison? You can host it yourself."

Xiahou still didn't respond.

But the breathing was obviously aggravated.

"You really have a donkey temper." Brother Dazhi said displeased. "I have to go out and play around? How uncomfortable is it to touch the scene? Isn't it sad to bury my daughter's ashes with my own hands?"

Seeing that "hard persuasion" was fruitless.

Brother Dazhi picked up the baseball bat he had just brought in and swung it at Xiahou's leg.

The dull sound of hitting resounded throughout the class room.

Xia Hou, however, was still lying flat on the bed, saying nothing and not even moving.

"It's not easy to go out. Let's treat your leg as well. I saw that you were a little lame when walking before. I don't know if it was because I broke your leg last time and it made your legs shorter."

Brother Dazhi threw away his baseball bat, stood up and said, "See you outside later."

He just turned around.

Xia Hou slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were so cold and suffocating.

The severe pain in his legs made him more awake.

"General Zhang, please help me remove the shackles on my body."

Xia Hou slowly sat up. Blood was seeping out of his trouser legs, but he ignored it, as if the legs were not his.

"It's inconvenient to do things while wearing shackles." Xiahou put down his legs and sat on the edge of the bed.

Staring at Brother Dazhi's eyes, there was an undercurrent of emotion.

Brother Dazhi narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I lost the key. You can figure it out yourself."

"Oh." Xiahou raised his eyes to look at Brother Dazhi, with a sickly evil smile on his lips. "I guess those people struggled and hesitated, but in the end, they decided to approve my medical parole, right?"

Don't wait for Brother Dazhi to speak.

Xia Hou said word by word: "I said, no matter how the world outside changes."

"As long as I can get out."

"This world is still my world."

Xiahou got out of bed.

The terrifying height, huge aura, and body as strong as an iron tower are all suffocating.

Brother Dazhi tilted his head and glanced at Xia Hou: "You look quite unruly and unruly."

"Thank you."

Xiahou took two steps towards Brother Dazhi.

A cringy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He dragged the heavy shackles and limped out of this door, this prison that had trapped him for more than twenty years.

When he walked out of the iron gate, Xia Hou turned around slowly, his eyes under his white hair were cold and cold: "Start me, don't blink."

After that, he was escorted out of the prison under a heavily armed escort.

Outside the prison, Beimang's eighteen cavalrymen were waiting in full formation, and people from all walks of life gathered together.

Just for Xiahou's medical parole this time, no fewer than ten organizational departments were dispatched.

From hospital location selection to route arrangement and staffing, strict plans have been formulated.

Xiahou, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked up at the moon and took a breath of cold air.

The moonlight was bright and flawless, but it was chilling to the heart.

"Old General."

Ye Zhengting walked forward with blazing eyes and a majestic face.

Behind him, there were people from all walks of life standing, including his and his subordinates who were originally affiliated with Xiahou and had always been devoted to him.

"Ah."

Xia Hou responded lightly and glanced at the group of fanatical subordinates. His words and deeds were full of domineering.

Just when he wanted to say a few words to his former subordinates and old friends before getting into the ambulance, someone in the wheelchair suddenly kicked him from behind.

The wheelchair shook and almost knocked Xiahou down.

"Where's the gang party?"

Brother Dazhi appeared behind him with a sullen face at some point.

It's very stylish to dig into your pockets with both hands.

"You are fucking critically ill, why can't you quickly hook up the oxygen machine and go to the hospital to stay in the ICU? What kind of pose are you doing here? Are you fucking Chen Haonan?"

Xiahou's old men all stared angrily.

Even Ye Zhengting was furious.

This old guy named Zhang is so arrogant in front of everyone.

How was the old general tortured in prison all these years?

Don't you have to eat three times a day and eat nine times a day?

"What about your mother?"

Brother Dazhi took out his pocket and stepped forward, glaring at Xiahou's subordinates menacingly: "Just you little bastards, 20 years ago, I would have kicked you in the balls one by one!"

If others say this, it would be somewhat suspected of bragging.

But Brother Zhang said that no one really dares to compare.

Back then, Ye Zhengting was just a humble boy in the hands of Brother Zhang.

"It's all the same system, it's not necessary."

Ye Zhengting came forward to smooth things over.

"I'm a prison editor, who the hell is in the same system as you?"

Brother Dazhi was a little bit crazier than the last time he saw Ye Zhengting.

How arrogant Brother Dazhi can be in front of a person depends on how arrogant Brother Zhang is in front of that person.

As the saying goes, blood is thicker than water, and blood is the same. This is the truth.