The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"Splash, splash~!"

The handcuffs and shackles scraped against the cement floor, making a chilling sound.

Banggeng stared blankly at the iron gate at the end of the corridor, as if retracing the path his mother had taken years ago.

It's just unknown what Qin Huairu, the mother, was thinking as she walked down this seemingly endless corridor in her final moments.

Perhaps she was worried about herself, and about Xiaodang and Huaihua. As for whether she regretted it later, no one knows.

At least, I don't regret it now.

The only thing he might regret is that he was a little too impulsive when planning the burglary at Xu Damao's house, and chose to work with Brother Pi to share the burden.

It's better to just leave the team and do it yourself!

That way, the news wouldn't leak out, and with over three thousand yuan, you could go anywhere in the country.

In the corridor, prisoners in other cells were learning the regulations and undergoing ideological reform under the guidance of guards or wardens.

Hearing the clanking of chains coming from the corridor, the bald prisoners instinctively looked up at the young man outside the iron gate.

Even with a blank expression, the curly hair on his head still looked unruly, and the shackles on his feet indicated that he was a serious criminal.

"Bang Geng~!"

Pi Ge, who was still reciting the prison rules on the wall, couldn't help but stand up and stare in astonishment at the "good brother" passing by.

The sound of the iron chains scraping the ground stopped abruptly. Bang Geng really didn't expect to see his former "good older brother" at this moment.

Banggeng's lips twitched, and he turned around to look at Pi Ge, who was just a door away. He realized that he wanted to hate him, but he couldn't bring himself to do so.

My mindset is no longer important. After the death sentence was handed down, nothing could stir my emotions anymore. My gaze was mostly that of someone looking at a stranger.

"Discipline is required, 042312!"

The guard outside glanced at Bang Geng and saw the direction he went. He knew that such a serious offender could not possibly be released from prison, so there was only one possibility.

"Bang Geng, you've really ruined my life! I got fifteen years in prison because of you! I didn't even get as much money as you did! You...!"

With his hands gripping the iron bars of the cell, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, Brother Pi glared at the sticks in the corridor, shaking his upper body and gritting his teeth as he spoke.

The theft of Xu Damao's house was organized and planned by Banggeng, who took almost half of the money. As for the rest, Pi Ge had to share it with several of the thieves, so he didn't get as much as Banggeng.

If it weren't for Bang Geng's planning of this burglary, in his eyes, the sentence wouldn't have been so severe at all.

"I'm sentenced to death, to be carried out today. Do you want to end up like me?"

Listening to Pi Ge's incompetent barking inside, as if fifteen years had cost him his life, Bang Geng tilted his head, appearing unusually calm, and looked at him, saying...

One sentence directly interrupted Brother Pi's rambling, and his hands drooped limply from the iron fence. Brother Pi really didn't expect it to end like this.

Compared to the two sentences, fifteen years doesn't seem like a long time at all. It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death!

"Alright, no breaking the rules, you guys hurry up and get going!"

The guard at the gate gestured to the judicial officer behind Bang Geng, then tapped the iron fence with his rubber roller to stop the two from continuing their conversation.

"Brother Pi, we're brothers, so if you happen to run into my two lost sisters after we get out, please tell them that their brother went to find their mother first!"

Regardless of whether Pi Ge would help, Bang Geng still spoke up. Pi Ge knew about his two younger sisters' situation, and now, the only one they could rely on was him.

As for He Yuzhu, asking him to beg is worse than getting shot. In Bang Geng's eyes, this man who always coveted his mother was even worse than Xu Damao.

"If we meet again in the future, I'll help you!"

Since the person is about to die, saying something nice won't be a big problem. At least we should leave an impression on the people in the cell. As for whether we'll run into them, that's a matter for fifteen years later.

The judicial officers presented documents, and the guards outside the partition opened one iron door after another, somewhat surprised by the young prisoner's fearless demeanor.

On that day, all the prisoners involved in the execution were taken from their respective cells and brought to the courtyard.

In contrast, the other prisoners were all behaving in a ridiculous manner. Knowing that they would face death after being taken out today, not everyone could be so fearless in the face of death.

About half of the prisoners in the compound were the same group that Bang Geng recognized. Because they hadn't been there long, he didn't know many of their names yet, only their street names.

The judicial officers, counting the names of those executed that day and reading out the verdicts, helped Bang Geng remember the brothers who had accompanied him on this journey.

Zuo Jiyi, 18 years old, a temporary worker in the mining area, was sentenced to death.

Lan Jianting, 23 years old, unemployed, sentenced to death.

Lü Zhenyuan, 22, a grain depot worker, was sentenced to death. Liu Hongming, 18, unemployed, was also sentenced to death.
He Xuedong's death penalty

Chen Kui was sentenced to death.
Fan Qinmin sentenced to death

Goodness, just thinking about all these brothers, not one of them was left behind, a faint smile appeared on Bang Geng's face.

If we're talking about ruthlessness, these people are ruthless than him. They used to hurt people at the drop of a hat, and they were very fierce back then, but now they're all as docile as lambs, meek and submissive.

Some of those whose names were called struggled hysterically, but were immediately brought under control.

Some people were so scared they wet their pants, trembling all over as if they had malaria.

Some people are so weak that they could easily collapse to the ground without the support of judicial personnel behind them.

"...Jia Geng, convicted of burglary, organizing and leading crimes, and participating in numerous thefts involving a huge amount of public and private property; robbery, ... After review by the High Court, the death sentence was deemed appropriate and was carried out on September 12."

He waited patiently for his name to be called, and when it was finally read, Bang Geng perked up, his chin slightly raised. He didn't feel fear; instead, he felt that this day seemed to have come a little late.

"The above personnel, please verify their identities!"

After the judicial staff finished reading the photos, they began to pick them up and check the faces of each person one by one.

After the verification was completed, the prison guards removed the handcuffs and shackles, then tied the hands behind their backs and took turns binding them with ropes.

"Your numerous crimes have severely disrupted social order and seriously affected local economic development. If you had known this would happen, you wouldn't have done it in the first place."

When the handcuffs and shackles were removed, Bang Geng's reaction was far stronger than those others. His mental fortitude even caught the attention of passing judicial personnel, but that was all.

The enforcement notice has been read aloud, and the law has bound us; it's too late for regrets now.

Under the watchful eyes of armed police, one by one, the prisoners to be executed were taken onto the execution vehicle. Those who collapsed were placed directly in the carriage, while Banggeng, perhaps because he was more cooperative, was even placed on the edge of the carriage.

"See? This is what happens when you break the law and violate discipline. The organization and the people have given you a chance to reform. You must learn to be good people again, or you'll end up like them sooner or later!"

"There's a former prisoner near the Workers' Stadium who's quite famous. Now everyone calls him Boss Xu. He spent over a decade in reformatory work in the Northwest, but after his release, he turned over a new leaf and started his own business, opening a video arcade. His business is booming!"

"While you're inside, you can learn more skills, read more books, reform yourselves well, and study hard. You can do whatever you want in the future, just don't commit crimes. Once you commit a crime, don't even think about escaping the punishment of the law!"

Through the barbed wire fence, the prisoners who were given a chance to go outside today were being given a vivid lesson in ideology by their guards. Pointing at the group of prisoners being loaded onto the torture carts, the guards spoke with a strong sense of warning.

Once on the bus, Bang Geng heard the guards' words, turned his head, and smiled at the light offenders inside the wire fence.

Under the sunlight, prison vans drove out of the prison gates one after another. The air outside the gates was filled with an air called freedom, but it had nothing to do with the people in the vans.

On the street outside, pedestrians and vehicles subconsciously slowed down, and one by one they shook their heads as they looked at the young people on the truck.

Banggeng stood by the guardrail, taking another rare look at the cityscape of Beijing. To be honest, standing on the truck, the perspective was different, and it felt somewhat different from previous years.

Looking at the pedestrians on the road, their faces filled with disgust or fear, and their reluctance to approach the police vehicle, they seemed like marginalized people in this city.

His listless gaze swept across the street, and Banggeng, no longer afraid of anything, greedily looked at all the familiar buildings, as if he wanted to bring these changes down to share with his mother, Qin Huairu.

Suddenly, as if struck by a sudden stroke of luck, Bang Geng's heart skipped a beat as he passed by Xidan Shopping Mall.

His gaze was fixed on the two girls who came out of the mall. Perhaps it was the connection hidden in his blood that made him tremble all over.

One person was holding a child in their arms, and the other was holding the hand of a boy who looked about seven or eight years old. Their clothes were very simple, with patches on them.

After leaving the mall, the two walked side by side on the sidewalk, and time seemed to have brought about tremendous changes in them.

"Little Dang, Huai...!"

Bang Geng's emotions had calmed down, and he was accepting his impending death. But unexpectedly, at this moment, his two younger sisters, whom he had been searching for, were pushed in front of him by an unknown force.

Banggeng had just called out Xiaodang's name, before he could even say Huaihua's, when he was restrained by the people next to him. His face was obscured by the partition of the carriage as he bent over.

"Hmm, locust flower, can you hear that? It sounds like it's calling me!"

Jia Dang looked around with a puzzled expression. He was confused because he didn't see the person who had called out to him. He only saw several prison vans drive past the roadside.

"You must have misheard, sis. Let's head back now. I'll find a way to pay you back later!"

Huaihua looked around but couldn't find the person Xiaodang had mentioned. Looking at the milk powder in the net bag in her hand, she smiled bitterly.

The two sisters eventually parted ways at the bus stop, both taking buses heading out of the city, one west and the other northwest.

As Xiao Dang passed through Mentougou, he seemed to hear a series of gunshots, which startled countless birds in the mountains and forests, which circled in the air for a long time.

Thus, the Saint of Thieves fell... (End of Chapter)