Supreme pardon

Yan Zhen opened the box, and the faint red light reflected in his melancholy eyes.

He didn't speak anymore, and the person in front of him was not something he could show weakness to. He threw the bean-sized crystal nucleus into his mouth and swallowed it.

Seeing him swallow the crystal nucleus decisively, Wenren Jue became more interested in speaking, "Are you afraid?"

Yan Zhenneng has been in charge of the gambling house for many years, and at least he knows how to observe words and expressions. Seeing that the people in front of him are a little bit more pleasant, he smiled wryly, and said with difficulty: "What are you afraid of... I don't have the right to be afraid now, I can bear it for a year. Life is worse than death, how could I not survive this..."

Before the words were finished, the person had already collapsed in pain.

Wen Renjue then lowered his head to see the man curled up on the ground, how he fused the crystal nucleus, how he felt, he roughly wrote it on the paper and threw it to the man two days ago.

Even if it looks unbelievable, Yan Zhen has no right to refuse.

If this person really wanted to poison himself to death, he would not use such an expensive "poison". Light cores are not cheap.

Gritting his teeth tightly, Yan Zhen groaned out a name in the broken sentences.

Wen Ren Jue slowly knelt down and listened carefully, it was the name of the shop.

Smiling, he got up and said the last sentence before leaving: "I hope you are still alive next time I come."

Yan Zhen stared with big eyes, and the face of the squatting person in his vision was blurred.

A beast-like howl suddenly came from the dark basement, which stunned the two guards guarding the door. The sound spread far away, and it sounded terrifying. Even the people in other cells looked around in horror.

After the two guards were stunned, they quickly opened the door again and went in to check the situation.

Holding the rice bucket, Wen Renjue walked briskly, ignoring the chaos protruding behind him.

It seems that Yan Zhen is completely willing to go all out, this kind of energy to let go after making up his mind makes Wen Renjue like him even more.

I'm going out to buy medicine for Xiyang tonight, so I went to explore Yanzhen's remaining strength, and Tianyuan, who was able to intimidate him, had to leave his life's strength behind.

The owner of the pharmacy he frequented seemed to have something to do today and was about to close the store. He went by coincidence and quickly bought what Xi Yang needed, and asked questions all the way to the shop that Yan Zhen told him.

A small three-story building with a white signboard at the door, which is inconspicuous among the other shops around it.

"Sword shop"

When Wenren entered, there were not many guests inside, and they were scattered looking at the daggers and long knives hanging on the wall or on the table.

This is a store that specializes in cold weapons.

He also paced back and forth, slowly looking at these long knives and short daggers, some of them looked pretty good.

It reminded him of the Youlan dagger that was taken away from him.

There were two employees in gray clothes in the shop. They only glanced at him when he came in, and then went back to the work at hand.

Wen Renjue didn't care, wearing the clothes of a gambling house servant, he really didn't look like a guest.

After looking around the shop with great interest, he casually approached one of the employees and said softly, "Someone wants to see your boss."

The man was wiping the table, when he suddenly felt heat coming from his ears, followed by those inexplicably soft words.

Throwing down the rag, he stared at him and wanted to curse, but when he looked up, he realized that the person who was talking to him was very ugly. It's very cold here.

My body froze.

He thought for a while, then bowed his head and said lightly, "Who?"

Wen Renjue smiled, put his hands on the counter, and said slowly: "Yan Zhen."

The face of the knife shop employee changed instantly, his pupils were full of shock, he looked at Wen Ren Jue, opened his mouth, seemed to want to say something, but couldn't say it, finally seemed to react and couldn't care less After taking care of the person, he turned around and ran upstairs with a "thump thump thump".

Wen Renjue didn't wait for a while, the person who ran away came down again, followed by an older man, and when he reached him, he stretched out his hands and said, "Please!"

Without further ado, he followed the man who appeared later upstairs.

Going straight to the third floor, the man bowed and retreated after pushing open the innermost door.

Wen Renjue's expression was indifferent, and he walked straight in.

Behind a large red table stood a strong man leaning against him.

Hearing footsteps, he turned around.

Wen Renjue silently let the other party's sizing eyes turn on him.

After a long time, after the absolute silence, the man spoke, his voice was unexpectedly hoarse.

"who are you?"

Smiling, he looked for a chair to sit down on his own, he didn't care and said: "A person who makes Yan Zhen feel relieved and calls to find you."

The man didn't feel offended by such an answer, he just walked out from behind the big table, stood in front of him, and looked down at him a few more times.

Wen Renjue didn't have any stage fright at all, he turned his body sideways and held his head, a little sloppy.

The man looked dignified, seemed to have thought a lot, and finally asked, "Is the boss okay?"

"Ha." Wen Renjue couldn't help it, he let out a laugh, and felt that this was not good, so he restrained himself in time, "What do you think?" He raised his eyelids, staring at the man in his thirties, "tortured One year without a piece of good meat, if that counts, of course."

The man's expression was intense for a moment, but gradually he was covered by sadness.

Wen Renjue heard the other party's voice hoarse again, "It's not that I don't want to save the boss, but the boss is in their hands, so I'm afraid to throw a mouse."

Glancing around the room, there are long knives hanging on the wall. The man in front of him is muscular and stands firmly on his feet. He is a practitioner. "What's your name?"

"Dao Ge." The man replied and raised his head, "The boss asked you to come out, is there a turning point?"

"Who knows," he yawned. He had too much work during the day today, and his health is not in good shape. He was a little tired, but he ran in a hurry on the road. "Introduce the situation on your side."

If possible, I would like to sleep now.

Seeing his attitude, Dao Ge's expression changed again.

Taking two steps closer to him threateningly, Shen said: "Although you can find this, I believe that you are the boss's trusted person, but...do you have to come up with something to prove your identity?"

The man who is 1.9 meters tall is approaching him, and Wen Renjue can feel the oppression even if he closes his eyes slightly.

What's more, this man named Dao Ge's aura is not weak, and he has a murderous aura.

He took out a piece of cloth from his cuff and threw it to the other party.

Dao Ge took the rag, on which was written the word Yan in blood.

He looked at it, and the circles of his eyes turned red.

Wen Renjue didn't want to delay any longer, when he looked up, the man was clutching the rag tightly, his shoulders trembling.

When Yan Zhen still had strength, he tore off his clothes and took the opponent's finger. Yan Zhen understood what he meant and wrote in cooperation.

At the moment, it seems quite sensible.

This man named Dao Ge is very cautious.

"Lucky Casino has always had two forces," he waited for a while, and then heard the man in front of him narrate in a hoarse voice, "One is the thugs supported by the casino on the surface, that is, the guards, and the other is We are the ones who use our strength to clean up troubles in private."

"We have been hiding in the dark for many years and have never been in contact with the gambling house, including the group of people under me. It is not very clear who we are working for, because in addition to working for the gambling house, we also accept some other assassination work. And I am the liaison in the center."

Understanding quickly, Wen Renjue said: "Assassin organization."

"Yes," Dao Ge dragged a chair, sat down across from him, and continued, "So even if Tian Yuan betrayed the boss and took over the gambling house, he still has nothing to do with us. He only knows that there is a force behind the gambling house, but he has no way to find out. He is afraid of this power, so he doesn't dare to hurt the boss, he knows that if something happens to the boss, we don't have to bear it anymore."

Seeing that he was still holding the rag tightly in his hand, Wen Renjue rolled his eyes.

"If the boss is not still in their hands, I would have started contact activities," Dao Ge said, looking up, and asked, "Can you rescue the boss?"

Wen Renjue didn't answer and asked instead: "If I can rescue him, are you sure you can take him back to the casino?"

"Naturally!" With a tense expression, Dao Ge said affirmatively, "As long as they are caught off guard, and, although the people loyal to the boss have been cleaned up, the prestige of the boss's years of running the gambling house is still there. Let’s start, even if more than half of the people don’t help us, they will stand aside and watch.”

"Oh." He nodded, and asked again: "The gambling house is going to do it, and the scene is not small. Are you sure that the King's District team will not show up?"

"We haven't run it for nothing for many years. Besides, the team doesn't take care of everything, as long as it doesn't implicate other forces and hurt too many innocent people. In the internal struggles between gang forces, the King's District team rarely intervenes, and we have also managed it." Don’t worry about some relationship! As long as the boss can be rescued first.” Dao Ge said, his tone gradually became resentful: “It’s okay to deal with these traitors, they just used dirty tricks that day, otherwise…”

"I understand." He stood up straight, and before Dao Ge could finish speaking, Wen Ren Jue said directly: "I will come back to contact you on the day of action, you should make preparations first."

……

He originally planned to check on Yan Zhen's situation the next day, but at night, a bunch of things were pressed down on him. He and a group of servants washed the sheets all night in the lit open space.

When it was time to go back in the morning, everyone was exhausted, so he could only push things back.

It was two days later that he had the opportunity to help the old servant again, he couldn't ask the old servant if the person locked in the innermost part was dead, so he had to keep busy for half a day.

At night, I went to the basement again.

As soon as the old servant entered the basement, he would keep his mouth shut, and Wen Renjue followed him to deliver meals from room to room.

When they arrived at Yan Zhen's room, the old servant bent over to scoop up the rice, and he helped to carry the rice bucket. Through the dim light, there seemed to be a dark shadow lying on the ground.

The food delivered in the broken bowl two days ago has not been touched, and it has become even more rotten.

The old servant didn't intend to help clean up, but just added a small spoonful of today's food on top.

"It's been lying on the ground for two days. I heard that it was scary when I got sick, and I might have died."

The old servant who seldom spoke suddenly sighed with emotion, Wen Renjue stared at the black shadow and squinted his eyes.

"jingling"

It was the sound of chains colliding. When the old servant beckoned him to leave, the black figure who had been lying motionless for two days suddenly stood up, which frightened the old servant and backed away in a hurry, almost not falling.

Wen Renjue helped him calmly, and the old servant didn't dare to scold after standing up straight, and would drag him away after muttering something.

It was difficult to resist being pulled, so he just turned his head and glanced.

The shadow nodded at him in the dark.

For more than a year, Tian Yuan has dragged Yan Zhen out for a walk every few months. One is to humiliate, and the other is to release news to the outside world, so that the power that may be hiding in the dark knows that Yan Zhen is still alive. Alive, but still imprisoned in his hands, it is best not to act rashly.

After a few short contacts, Wen Renjue and Yan Zhen discussed the date of action.Not long after, it will be the day when Tian Yuan drags Yan Zhen out to "release the wind". At that time, Yan Zhen's mastery of the crystal nucleus in his body will become more skillful, and his strength will increase to the strongest, which will catch Tian Yuan and the others by surprise.

Fight back.

Wen Renjue acted as a liaison between Yan Zhen and Dao Ge, silently waiting for that day to come.

He ran upstairs more often in the past few days, and his face gradually withered and thinned as he watched the sunset.

After more than a year of cruel treatment, the time when the oil will run out is not far away.

"Hey, ugly ghost, have you moved your stuff?" A shrill, inflected voice sounded from behind him, with obvious contempt.

Wen Renjue turned around, facing the dim sunlight at the door, and saw the thin figure leaning against him, holding a basket of clothes with his hands raised high.

He stepped forward, silently took the basket from the other party, without saying a word, and sent the clothes to the open space.

The man didn't thank him either, he just smiled contemptuously.

"It's time to eat!" A kitchen servant wearing a white cloth yelled at the entrance of the open space, and the already busy open space became more and more chaotic. Stand up and run to the cafeteria.

Unlike these people who were in a hurry, Wen Renjue stopped before entering the house from the open space. It was already dark, but with the last glimmer of light left, he stretched out his hands and spread them in front of his eyes carefully, his slender fingers It was swollen from months of washing and hard work, and there were only a layer of white dead skin left in many places.

"Tsk."

Shaking his head, he laughed a little at his current situation.

But... the game will be rewritten tonight.

The author has something to say: Look at Xiaotian complaining about Wen Dagong in the heavy tone that my mother complained about me...Which guy will fall in love with you after this weird temper.

I burst out laughing, (⊙v⊙) um