Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Lu Feng straightened his back slightly, a chilling smile appearing on his face.

His gaze was as sharp as that of an eagle, fixed on the stubborn horse-faced suspect in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was low but with unquestionable majesty.

"Okay, you have guts!

In this case, don't blame me for being merciless today!"

After saying that, he slammed the table and said, "Someone, bring his accomplice in!

I want to see how long you can keep your stubborn mouth!"

Lu Feng's voice echoed in the interrogation room, as if carrying an invisible force of oppression, making everyone present shudder.

Soon, several jailers came in, escorting a round-faced prisoner with wounds all over his body and blood on his face.

When the round-faced prisoner saw the horse-faced suspect, his eyes were instantly filled with fear and despair.

He struggled to break free from the jailer's restraints as if he had gone mad.

The round-faced prisoner rushed over crying, his voice full of despair.

"Brother, we are done!

Stop carrying it anymore, I've said it all!
They know everything!
If we don't tell you, our lives will really be lost!"

The horse-faced suspect widened his eyes and became panic-stricken.

His mind quickly flashed through all the tortures he had endured in prison during these days, the lashing of whips, the burning of branding irons, and every pain seemed to still be spreading through his body.

Originally, the horse-faced suspect still held on to a glimmer of hope, thinking that as long as he could get through it, the mastermind behind the scenes might really keep his promise and help them escape from this dark prison.

But at this moment, looking at his accomplice with a look of despair on his face and covered in wounds, the defenses in his heart began to crumble.

Then the horse-faced suspect thought of his elderly parents and young children at home. If he lost his life for that illusory promise, how would they live?
Thinking of this, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Lu Feng had been watching the reaction of the horse-faced suspect, secretly happy in his heart, but remained calm on the surface.

He leaned forward slightly, his tone coaxing.

"Now you won't tell me?

Your accomplices have already confessed. If you insist, you will only bring trouble upon yourself.

I advise you not to be stubborn and confess as soon as possible. Maybe you can still stay alive and keep your family safe."

The horse-faced suspect was silent for a long time, struggling with his conscience.

Finally, he sighed, his body trembling, and said, “Sir, I will tell you, I will tell you!
Someone instructed us to create chaos in order to destroy the clues of the "Shanxi Military Horse Case".

They promised that once the task was accomplished, they would help us escape from prison...and they also said that as long as we could hold on, our families would receive a large sum of money and would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

But now I am really scared and don’t want to die here.”

Lu Feng quickly sorted out this information. His years of experience in handling cases made him keenly aware of the huge conspiracy hidden behind it.

Just as he was about to ask for further details, he suddenly heard a loud shouting and the sound of weapons clashing coming from the distance in the prison.

Lu Feng was shocked and realized that the situation was not good.

He immediately stood up and shouted to the jailers: "Guard this place, don't let any of them escape!"

Then Lu Feng quickly ran towards the direction where the sound came from. When he arrived, the prison was already in chaos.

Some prisoners, armed with sticks and stones, wrestled with the jailers.

Some tried their best to break through the iron bars of the cell, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Lu Feng was anxiously looking for a solution among the crowd, and at this moment he saw a familiar figure.

Zhu Gang, dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe and with a sword on his waist, strode menacingly into the gloomy Beizhenfusi prison, surrounded by a group of guards.

There was a hint of impatience and disgust in Zhu Gang's eyes.

His brows were furrowed as if water could be squeezed out of them, and he was obviously extremely dissatisfied with the chaotic scene.

As soon as Zhu Gang stepped into the prison, a damp, rancid, rusty, and bloody smell hit him in the face. He subconsciously covered his nose, and his facial features were distorted by the stench.

The dim light filtered in from the narrow vents, casting patches of mottled shadows on the ground, like the flickering will-o'-the-wisp fire in hell.

The walls are covered with moss and mildew, looking eerie and terrifying, as if telling of the countless injustices that have occurred here.

Zhu Gang was furious that these prisoners dared to cause trouble on his territory.

This is not only a challenge to the authority of Prince Jin, but may also affect his father's opinion of him.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gang's eyes became even colder.

A barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, like an icy edge in winter, emitting a chill.

Zhu Gang raised his chin slightly and looked around majestically.

He shouted loudly, "Stop! Stop it, everyone!

If you don't stop, I will kill you without mercy!"

The voice echoed in the prison, carrying an irresistible majesty.

It was like the sound of a huge bell, causing pain in everyone's eardrums.

When Lu Feng heard the voice, his heart tightened.

He quickly knelt on one knee, feeling a little nervous.

Although Lu Feng was worried that he would be reprimanded by Zhu Gang for his negligence in handling the matter, he quickly calmed down.

Lu Feng took a deep breath and said, "Your Highness, I am Lu Feng, and I am reporting the situation to you.

Just now, the horse-faced suspect confessed that someone had instructed them to create chaos in order to destroy clues to the "Shanxi Military Horse Case" and promised to help them escape from prison and give money to their families after the success.

Just as I was about to ask further questions, a riot suddenly broke out here.

The prisoners are trying to escape, and I suspect this is related to someone behind the scenes."

Zhu Gang nodded slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

I didn't expect that Lu Feng, who seems inconspicuous on weekdays, has such keen insight and a calm mind.

He turned his head and looked at Wang Biao, a master of the Hidden Dragon Guard beside him.

I saw the tall Wang Biao, wearing a black suit that outlined his strong figure.

His expression was stern and his eyes were like an eagle's. He was always alert to the movements around him.

There was an ancient long sword hanging around his waist, and the handle was engraved with exquisite patterns, which was the symbol of his identity as a Hidden Dragon Guard.

Zhu Gang looked at Wang Biao dignifiedly and said in a deep voice, "Wang Biao, don't let these thieves ruin things, and make a quick decision!

We must find out who is behind this and give me an explanation.

If there is any negligence, military law will be applied!"

Wang Biao's heart tightened and he felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across them.

At the same time, Wang Biao was also a little worried: if he could not complete the task, it would disappoint His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin and betray his trust.

But he quickly suppressed this emotion, knelt on one knee with a solemn expression and clasped his fists, saying: "Your Highness, rest assured, I will definitely fulfill your mission!

If there is any mistake, I will bring my head to you!"

After saying that, Wang Biao flashed and rushed towards the area where the prisoners were crowded like a black lightning.

His eyes were firm and focused, and he had only one thought in his mind: to quickly take control of the situation and find out who was behind it.

At this moment, when Wang Biao made a move, he was like a tiger descending from the mountain, strong and fierce.

His fist was as fast as a meteor, with the power to split mountains and crack rocks.

Each blow seemed to tear the air apart, making a whirring sound. (End of this chapter)