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

Inside the prison of the Northern Pacification Division, a foul smell seemed to be surging and pervasive.

Like thick ink, it fills every corner.

The smell was a mixture of blood, sweat and mold, which was disgusting.

The dim light was like a dying candle, casting strange and twisted shadows on the damp and moldy walls.

The shadows are hazy, as if countless wronged souls are dancing.

The prisoners who took part in the riot huddled in this cramped space, not daring to make a sound.

The depressing atmosphere is like an invisible giant net that is getting thicker and thicker, making it hard to breathe.

Wang Biao is a secret jailer of the Hidden Dragon Guard lurking in the Northern Pacification Division. He is usually tough and impartial in prison.

He was ruthless and showed no tolerance to prisoners who tried to challenge his authority.

Over time, Wang Biao became a thorn in the eyes of many prisoners, and they wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible.

After the riot, some prisoners secretly thought: If they could unite and get rid of Wang Biao during the chaos, they might be able to gain more opportunities for themselves.

Either escaping from the heavily guarded Beizhenfusi or gaining a higher position in prison is not a bad idea.

More importantly, there is a secret circulating among the prisoners: it is said that there is a secret letter hidden in the prison of Beizhenfusi that can expose the corruption crimes of high-ranking officials in the court.

Once the secret letter leaks, it will surely cause an uproar and shock the government and the public.

However, some prisoners with ulterior motives believed that as long as they controlled Wang Biao, they might be able to find the secret letter.

Then he used it as a bargaining chip to exchange for freedom and even wealth and glory, and became successful from then on.

The short prisoner's name was Li San.

He was a street thug who was arrested and imprisoned for theft.

In this dark prison, the long-term torture and oppression made his character become more and more cruel and perverse.

At this moment, Li San's face was distorted, like a hideous evil ghost, with fear and determination intertwined in his eyes.

He knew in his heart: If he didn't fight to the death today, he would have no place to stay in this prison, and might even be tortured to death by Wang Biao in various ways.

Thinking of this, Li San slowly raised his hand.

Li San held the last stone tightly in his hand. The stone was like the only life-saving piece of driftwood in the desperate situation and the only weapon he could think of at the moment.

Wang Biao's face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were as sharp and fierce as an eagle's, closely watching Li San's every move.

He thought to himself: This clown is just a trapped beast struggling to survive. Today he must let him know how heavy the price of provoking me is.

More importantly, Wang Biao was responsible for protecting the secret letters from being leaked.

This secret letter is of great importance and these prisoners must not be allowed to succeed.

Just as the opponent raised his arm to throw the stone.

Wang Biao moved as fast as a rabbit, his body as quick as lightning, and in the blink of an eye he was close to the short prisoner.

Li San was suddenly startled, a flash of panic appeared in his eyes, and then a sly smile appeared.

He pretended to throw a rock at Wang Biao and shouted, "Go to hell, Wang Biao!"

In fact, he quickly hid the stone in his sleeve, and his other hand reached for his waist like lightning.

It turned out that Li San had already made a plan and hid a sharp blade on his waist, intending to catch Wang Biao off guard.

He thought to himself: As long as I can hurt Wang Biao, maybe I can find a glimmer of hope in this chaos.

He might even become a "hero" among everyone in the prison, and stand a better chance of finding the secret letter, thus rising to a high position in society.

All I heard was Li San yelling viciously, "Wang Biao, today is the day you die!

The secret letter belongs to us, no one can keep it for themselves!
I've had enough of you!"

Seeing his strange expression, Wang Biao secretly thought that something was wrong and instinctively wanted to withdraw.

Just at this moment, a cold wind swept over.

The dust in the cell was flying like a gauze curtain covering the sky and the sun, instantly blinding Wang Biao's eyes.

Li San seized this fleeting opportunity, pulled out the blade, and stabbed Wang Biao in the abdomen viciously. Wang Biao endured the pain in his eyes and dodged to the side with years of fighting experience, and the blade just grazed the corner of his clothes.

Anger was boiling in his heart. He had never thought that this short guy could be so cunning and even mentioned the secret letter.

Wang Biao's eyes widened with anger, and he shouted, "You are courting death! How can you get your hands on the secret letter?
Today I will let you know the consequences of offending me!"

After saying that, Wang Biao took advantage of the opponent's missed attack and the moment when his body was unbalanced, and threw a hook punch like thunder at Li San's chin.

Li San felt dizzy and dazed by the heavy blow, and stars appeared in front of his eyes. The blade in his hand flew out.

However, he still fought back, swinging his fists like a madman and attacking Wang Biao, shouting, "I've been around for so many years, and I'm still afraid of you, a jerk!

The secret letter is in this prison. If I don’t get it today, I will die with regret!

Kill me if you dare, or I will cause trouble for you every day!

Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!"

Wang Biao was as agile as a monkey and dodged easily, finding the flaw.

A huge hand like a giant iron clamp reached out and accurately grasped Li San's wrist.

Then Wang Biao suddenly exerted force with his arms and twisted them hard.

"Ah! It hurts so much, Wang Biao, you bastard, don't let go if you can!
Where is the secret letter hidden? Tell me quickly?
If you don't kill me today, I will make you live a life worse than death someday!"

Li San cried out in pain, and his sharp screams echoed throughout the cell.

His face was distorted, veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat rolled down his face.

Along with this scream, the stone that had been hidden in the sleeve fell to the ground with a clang.

After bouncing a few times, it rolled slowly to the side.

Wang Biao's eyes were as cold as ice, and he said condescendingly: "Remember, this is the fate of going against me.

You shouldn't be thinking about secret letters. Be a better person in your next life!
If you dare to have any unreasonable thoughts again, I will make you wish you were dead!"

Li San bit his lips tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness and fear, and dared not speak again.

Seeing this, the prisoners around lowered their heads, not daring to meet Wang Biao's eyes, and were secretly afraid in their hearts.

At this time, Wang Biao was about to subdue Li San, but he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

He thought to himself that something was wrong and turned around quickly.

Wang Biao saw the tall prisoner named Zhang Meng walking over. He remembered that he was a rough man who was imprisoned for wounding someone. He didn't expect that he was also involved in the prison riot of Beizhenfusi this time.

Zhang Meng swung the wooden stick and hit Wang Biao on the head.

He shouted, "Wang Biao, you are dead today!

I have tolerated you for a long time, come on, brothers.

Kill this bastard, the secret letter will be ours, and we will be rich and prosperous when we get out!

Anyone who backs down is a coward! "

Wang Biao didn't have time to think and raised his arm to block.

The wooden stick hit his arm hard, causing severe pain.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.

While Zhang Meng was retracting the stick, Wang Biao raised his leg and kicked the opponent's knee.

Zhang Meng knelt on one knee in pain, but he still waved the stick and attacked randomly, shouting, "Don't think you can get the upper hand!
Even if I have to risk my life today, I will beat you down and get the secret letter!

If you don't die today, we will have no good life in the future!"

Wang Biao understood that the prisoners had begun to unite against him. The situation had become more difficult and the safety of the secret letter was also greatly threatened.

At this moment, the thick-necked prisoner who had been kicked down by Wang Biao before saw Wang Biao being besieged and a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)