Lord

Ding Huanliang sat on Guan Tieqiang's chair and looked around.

A small office, no plush carpet, no high-end lamps, nothing, he stomped his feet, but there is Cen Zhuo under it, just this one, that's enough.

He is the owner of Menggui City, and having his foot in Xingdu is equivalent to owning the western branch. Even if he has no name and can't wear formal clothes, he is still the chief official of the dyeing society.

The staff came in with an indoor car, and on the car were files classified by age: "Secretary, the files of all the prisoners in Ghost Town are here."

The thick files were put on the table in turn, and Ding Huanliang turned them one by one in reverse chronological order: "Wei Xiao from the Baihu branch of the Lion Hall and Zheng Yuan from the Qinglong branch... are dead?"

"Yes, it was killed by the peony lion."

Ding Huanliang frowned.

"Before, the branch manager was worried that the Garan Hall had the background of the Lion Hall, so he set up such a rule that he could not enter the core area unless he killed these two generals. Unexpectedly..."

"I didn't expect Peony Lion to be so cold-blooded." Ding Huanliang said.

"Yes, cruel and merciless."

Ding Huanliang narrowed his eyes and licked his teeth: "In order to save Bai Ruer, he really didn't care about anything."

Let the staff go down, he slowly pondered these files, from the period of the dyeing society to the period of the Lion Hall, the Menggui City was built by Bai Ruer to detain senior prisoners of the government army who did not cooperate, and was later renovated by Yuzawa Expansion, only today's scale.

Turn to the beginning of the file, numbered A0001, there is a photo, wearing the military uniform of the southern faction, with a very heroic face, the name is Luo Bin, he is the leader of the local separatist warlord in Jianghan, and he is also the first person to be imprisoned in the core prison. Ghost Town Detention for more than ten years.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and a correspondent wearing a wireless device walked in: "Secretary, Jiang Han is calling, encrypted channel, can I transfer it for you?"

Jiang Han... is Yuzawa?Ding Huanliang nodded immediately, plugged in the encrypted earphones, and after a rustling electric sound, an evil voice sounded: "Jianghan Center, 001, 054, number SS."

Ding Huanliang was taken aback for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth: "Western Branch, Xingdu, Menggui Town, number SS."

Double S, S-level secretary, he and He Feifan are the only two in the entire dyeing company.

"What for?" asked the other end.

Ding Huanliang stood up and said in a tone completely different from outsiders: "Look at the file."

"You're really good," He Feifan stretched his waist, and leaned back on the sofa, "I haven't seen enough of that shabby file room, why don't I go to Xingdu to read it?"

"Yeah." It's very simple, just one word, only for family members.

There was silence for a while, and asked, "Did you miss me?"

Ding Huanliang didn't speak, and the toe of the leather shoe touched the ground lightly. Under the triangular pattern was the abandoned Cen Zhuo.

"Ask you, miss me?" He Feifei was impatient.

"What do you think?" Ding Huanliang asked back.

He Feifei scratched his heart with all his claws, but pretended to be indifferent: "Your heart is harder than a stone... I don't know."

Ding Huanliang rolled his eyes and asked, "How did you get the communication key?"

"Small means, anyway, there is no one in the western branch, so I will use it for the time being."

"The president didn't say anything?"

"No," He Feifan snarled, "Yuzawa is a big guy, it's such a trivial matter, besides, I miss you, so I'll call you through the western communication network, what's the matter?"

Ding Huanliang grabbed his words: "Miss me?"

There was no sound over there.

Ding Huanliang didn't let it go: "Don't want to?"

To say that you don’t want to is courting death, and He Feifan still has this bit of vigilance: “It’s not that I don’t want to, but, you can’t always make me miss you all the time, can you?”

He thought that Ding Huanliang would go around with him for a while, but he didn't expect that guy to go straight: "I miss you very much, how about you?"

He Feifei is fucking dumb.

"He Feifei," Ding Huanliang didn't urge him to answer, maybe he was a little afraid of him answering, after all, this kind of thing has only happened once in this life, "I am... very dark, narrow-minded, and it will be very tiring to be with me... ..."

"Ding Huanliang," He Feifei interrupted him, "I miss you more than you, not less than you."

Ding Huanliang held his breath, his clenched palms were wet with sweat, and with their personalities, some words could not be communicated on the phone, and it might be difficult to say, he blinked nervously: "Then I'll take it as if you want... forever... "

Together.

He didn't say the last three words.

"I live in the same house, and I have a stupid puppy. You are not here, and I call you in a shitty way. Do you still use 'dang'?"

Ding Huanliang was startled, and pursed his lips: "Then I'm not here, if you're lonely and go out to play... don't let me know."

"What the hell are you talking about?" He Feifei was furious.

"Tell the truth."

"Fact?" He Feifan was unhappy, "I'm in your heart, but I'm just a fucking master who plays with people everywhere, right?"

"That's how we met." Ding Huanliang said.

When they met in Dalan, He Feifan had a close hall master in Beifu: "That's..."

"That's all, I understand."

"Don't fucking say that you seem to have seen countless people, I don't like to hear it!"

"I'm not wrong, it's very tiring to be with me."

"What's the matter with you, Ding Huanliang?" He Feifan noticed his awkwardness, "Aren't you the most ruthless, vicious and determined, you've been fighting with me all day long, why are you only separated for two days..."

"Pretentious, isn't it?" Ding Huanliang's voice cooled down, "It was you who made me hypocritical."

He ended the call, took off the earphones and threw them on the table, his chest was filled with something that he had never experienced before, the uneasiness of being separated from the one he loved.

He realized unwillingly that he couldn't do without He Feifei.He opened the small drawer under the desk, and there was a black box inside. He entered a long string of 36-digit passwords, and the triangular patterns on the floor slowly opened.

Putting down the metal ladder, it was dark, with a stench of years. Cen Zhuo hung his head and was imprisoned in the darkness. When he saw the light, he tilted his head to avoid it.

Ding Huanliang walked down, carrying a bag of special steel brazing, and stood in front of him coldly: "Chairman Cen, before the big meal, let's serve appetizers."

Cen Zhuo looked at him from the slanting light, his physical strength was obviously not as good as the day before, his lips were chapped and his eyes were rusted.

Ding Huanliang took out a metal sleeve the size of a palm from his trouser pocket, which is a type of powered exoskeleton. Wearing it on his hand can significantly increase his grip.

"The whereabouts of the peony lion, the next move of the lion hall, and the undercover agent you have placed in the dyeing house," he pulled out a steel rod from the bag, "you can choose one and say it."

The steel braze is very thin, with a diameter of about two millimeters, but it is very hard, and the machine is difficult to bend. Ding Huanliang holds one end with his exoskeleton-covered hand, and the other end is placed between the fifth and sixth ribs on the right side of Cen Zhuo. Location.

Cen Zhuo didn't know where Zhuo Yeliang had gone, what he was going to do next, who the undercover agent was. He felt that he was too pathetic, totally a pawn being used.

"30 seconds." Ding Huanliang looked at his watch.

"I don't know," Cen Zhuo moved his lips, his voice hoarse, "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."

"20 seconds." Ding Huanliang didn't look up.

Cen Zhuo responded to his threat with silence.

"Ten seconds."

Cen Zhuo took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

"Three, two, one," Ding Huanliang thrust the steel drill in three times, one centimeter at a time, so that Cen Zhuo could fully experience the pain, "Further inside, it's the liver."

Cen Zhuo convulsed from the sharp pain, unable to utter a word.

"It hurts?" Ding Huanliang leaned against him, admiring his sweaty side face comfortably, "It should be okay, a wound of a few millimeters can't hurt anything."

Cold sweat dripped down Cen Zhuo's chin and hit the president's secretary's expensive white shirt. The rush of hot air hit his ears, and Ding Huanliang smiled: "Speak up, Cen Zhuo, aren't you very stubborn?"

"Ah... um..." Gradually getting used to the pain, Cen Zhuo closed his eyes forcefully, and then opened them again.

"Did Zhuyeliang not tell you anything?" Ding Huanliang took out another steel rod from his bag, this time pressing against his left rib, "I don't believe it."

For the first time, after the pain is visualized in the mind, no one can not be afraid, and the same is true for Cen Zhuo.

"30 seconds, the second time." Ding Huanliang said coldly.

Cen Zhuo swallowed his saliva.

"20 seconds."

He clenched his fists and refused to beg for mercy.

"Ten seconds."

Inhale again, clenching your teeth tremblingly.

"Three, two, one."

"Ah!" Cen Zhuo screamed, the pain was much worse than the first time, and the muscles all over his body twitched uncontrollably.

Ding Huanliang touched his undulating chest muscles, a layer of sweat: "What a beautiful peony, you use this to pretend to be a peony lion?" He sneered, "If I am cold every night, I will die laughing."

Cen Zhuo looked away, the pain in his heart was worse than flesh.

"Don't hide, my hero," Ding Huanliang pulled out the third steel rod from the bag, "I admire you for keeping your mouth shut when someone throws you away."

Cen Zhuo bit his lip.

"30 seconds, the third time."

Cen Zhuo closed his eyes in despair, remorse, shame, severe pain, too many things were intertwined, so he could only keep silently saying the word "Ding Dong" in his mind.

The steel drill penetrated the skin, penetrated into the connective tissue, and reached the muscle. With burning pain, Ding Huanliang whispered in his ear: "If you want to blame, blame Zhuyeliang. He lied to you, used you, and then threw you away like garbage!"

No!Cen Zhuo shook his head: "No, he just...has no choice!"

"Then why doesn't he come to save you? If he has a little sympathy for you, why does he know that you are suffering, but stay out of it!"

He must have a reason!When Cen Zhuo heard the sound of the iron chain, he was struggling. At this moment, he really hated Zhu Yeliang, but as much as he hated, he loved him as much. Like a well-bred dog who doesn't know how to bark or how Turn around and take a bite.

Ding Huanliang wiped his hands, "Cen Zhuo, I always thought you were smart, it seems I was wrong," he brushed his slightly messy forehead hair, "You are not suitable to be a leader at all, in this era, there is no place for you. "

He picked up the steel drill bag, turned around and said contemptuously: "I leave the drill on your body to you. I will pull it out when it becomes inflamed and grows with the meat."

The triangular floor was closed again, and the stinky prison cabin was plunged into darkness again, and Cen Zhuo's tears came down.

"Cool every night!"

He shouted into the darkness.

"Are you tricked into coming in?" From the opposite corner, the nameless ghost dragged his feet out, trying to touch the tears on Cen Zhuo's face, but he avoided it in panic.

"Have you trusted others so easily?"

"It's not easy... Ah," Cen Zhuo moaned, the three steel rods on his body were burning hot, "I trust him like I trust my own eyes."

Ghostly silent.

"Maybe..." Cen Zhuo said, even he didn't believe it, "he will come to save me."

Anyone who heard such an absurd idea laughed, but the ghost asked, "What if he doesn't come?"

"Not coming?" Cen Zhuo tried his best to find excuses for Zhui Yeliang and himself, "No, he must have come, but he couldn't pass the third heaven, he couldn't get here."

"How can there be a person like you," Guimei sighed, "Use your own life to trust others."

"Because..." Cen Zhuo restrained himself from the latter words.

Because he loves him.

Wishful thinking, hard to say.

The ghost fumbled back to the corner, and after a while, it came out again, and put something on his mouth: "Drink water."

There was a faint smell, Cen Zhuo frowned: "Where did the water come from?"

"Every ten days, they will send down a bottle," said the ghost, "for the two of us."

For ten days, in this closed environment, it's no wonder that the saliva of two people doesn't stink.

"Dislike?" Gui Mei smiled, "The guy in front of you, every time he has to beg me, I only give him a drink."

Bai Ruer, the mighty lion hall who shocked the world, begged a humble prisoner for a sip of water.

Cen Zhuo opened his mouth, the water was not bad, but the mouth of the bottle smelled bad, when his tongue touched it, he sucked it like a baby sucking desperately.The chin was wet, Ghost wiped it with his skinny fingers, and licked it into his mouth, not willing to waste it at all.

"Slow down," the ghost said in a coaxing tone, "the new water will be delivered in two days, we have to save it."

Cen Zhuo was very obedient, and spat out the bottle: "Thank you...thank you."

Ghost didn't say anything, turned around to go back to the corner, Cen Zhuo stopped him: "Brother, have you heard of Mandala?"

He himself feels cheap.

"No, what is that?"

"A killer organization," Cen Zhuo couldn't figure it out. He had traveled to so many places and asked so many people. If this organization really existed, no one knew about it. "Maybe...he lied to me too."

The ghost was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "It's not easier to deceive than to be deceived. Sometimes, the deceived is no longer there, but the deceived lives in regret all his life."

Cen Zhuo couldn't see him clearly, but felt that he was expressing his feelings, would Zhu Yeliang feel pain because he lied to him?He hoped so, and even thought crazily, if he died here, would that guy remember him and owe him his whole life, that would be nothing more than another kind of gain.

"That person above," Guimei pointed to Ding Huanliang, "has a personal grudge against you?"

Cen Zhuo summed it up in one sentence: "One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers."

"He's black," said the ghost, "and your troubles have just begun."

"Come on," Cen Zhuo grinned, the steel drill in his ribs hurt when he breathed, "It doesn't matter if he comes to torture me, every time he comes, I can see a little light outside."