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

Inside the prison cell of the Northern Pacification Division, the dim light flickered, and the weak light seemed like it would be swallowed up by the darkness at any time.

A disgusting stench of decay permeated the small space, a mixture of blood and sweat, drilling straight into people's nostrils.

A riot broke out violently in this depressing environment like a lit bomb.

The prisoners' shouting, the clashing of weapons, and the chaotic sound of footsteps intertwined together, completely breaking the silence of this small space.

"You useless cowards, hurry up and come to me!
Beat him to death and get the secret letter. When we get out, I will take you to eat and drink delicious food!
If anyone doesn't fight hard, I'll be the first one to skin him alive when I get out!"

The thick-necked prisoner's face was twisted beyond recognition by rage, like an enraged beast.

He was lying on the ground in a mess, his prison uniform torn and tattered.

Bleeding was still oozing from several wounds; the bright red bloodstains looked particularly shocking under the dim light.

Although the thick-necked prisoner struggled to get up, he was severely injured by Wang Biao before and his body was completely out of control.

He could only curse angrily: "Wang Biao, you bastard!
If I let you live today, I won’t be called Zhao anymore!"

This thick-necked prisoner was originally a street thug. By chance, he got acquainted with some gangsters and from then on he fell deeper and deeper into the road of crime.

He participated in countless incidents of looting, smashing and burning, and was ruthless and would do anything for profit.

This time, the prisoner with thick neck thought that he could dominate the prison with his ferocity as before, but he didn't expect to meet Wang Biao, a tough guy.

He was thinking to himself: As long as he could get rid of Wang Biao and find the secret letter with the help of everyone, he would not only be able to get out of prison safely in the future, but also enjoy wealth and glory with the help of the secret letter.

Thinking of this, a gleam of greed flashed in the eyes of the thick-necked prisoner.

At this moment, Wang Biao was like a cold and stern god of war, standing proudly on the spot with a solemn expression.

The biting cold wind blowing in from the window, carrying ice and snow, hit Wang Biao's face, but it did not move him at all.

Wang Biao took a deep breath slowly. The chill wind carrying the cold air of ice and snow pierced into his lungs like ice needles, making his mind even more empty.

After a moment, Wang Biao slowly exhaled the foul air, and his whole aura suddenly changed.

At this moment, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, fixed on Zhang Meng and Li San who were approaching in a horn-like manner not far away.

"Zhang Meng, Li San, if you want to survive today, retreat as soon as possible and don't make mistakes!"

Wang Biao's voice was deep and powerful, and it rang clearly in the noisy cell.

Zhang Meng is a tall and strong man, standing like an iron tower, with a face full of flesh.

A pair of big copper bell eyes revealed a fierce light, and the sword in the hand was extremely heavy.

The blade was engraved with ferocious patterns, as if it had devoured countless lives.

"Wang Biao, stop pretending!

Today it's either you die or I live!"

Zhang Meng roared angrily, his voice as loud as a bell.

"When I was in the underground casino in Datong Prefecture, Shanxi, I saw all kinds of scenes. How could I be afraid of you?"

Zhang Meng was once a professional boxer in an underground casino in Datong Prefecture, Shanxi Province. He won many honors in the arena with his strong physique and fierce fighting style.

However, during a competition, Zhang Meng was disqualified for negligently injuring someone, and he never recovered from the blow.

He then began to give up on himself and eventually embarked on a path of crime.

In prison, Zhang Meng became a "local boss" among the prisoners with his brute force and fearlessness.

He enjoyed the feeling of controlling others and became more and more ferocious and brutal.

Li Sanze is thin, like an agile black panther, with sinister eyes.

The sword in his hand was long and slender, and the blade was glowing with a cold light.

"Zhang Meng, don't waste your words on him!
Let's go together and kill him!"

Li San said coldly, with a chill in his voice.

Li San, who had been wandering the streets since he was a child, learned how to steal in order to survive.

When he grew up, he joined a gang of thieves and became a key member of the gang with his agility and clever mind. Li San was a loner who didn't trust anyone except the sword in his hand.

This time he participated in the riot just to take advantage of the situation and find the secret letter in exchange for freedom and wealth.

Although the cooperation between Zhang Meng and Li San was a little awkward, they were very powerful and should not be underestimated.

Wang Biao stared at Zhang Meng and Li San's every move with his eyes as sharp as torches, his brain working rapidly.

He noticed that every time Zhang Meng attacked, his footsteps were extremely heavy, showing his great strength.

However, because of this, Zhang Meng's movement speed is relatively slow, and there will be a brief pause when he finishes a move.

When Zhang Meng attacked, Li San always habitually moved slightly sideways.

While observing Wang Biao, he also kept an eye on Zhang Meng's movements, as if waiting for a suitable opportunity to cooperate.

However, this waiting made Li San's reaction slow, and the rhythm between the two was obviously not in sync.

Look at the positions of the two men: Zhang Meng is in front, creating a deterrent with his tall stature and powerful attack power.

Li San was behind, seemingly waiting for an opportunity to act.

In fact, when Zhang Meng attracted Wang Biao's attention, he simply failed to keep up with the rhythm of the attack.

Wang Biao knew in his heart that although Zhang Meng had amazing strength, his movements were relatively clumsy.

Once a flexible opponent seizes your weakness, you will easily fall into a passive position.

Although Li San is agile, he is suspicious by nature and lacks a sense of cooperation.

It is difficult for him to deal with it alone when facing a concentrated attack.

After a brief but intense thinking and weighing, Wang Biao realized that if he attacked Zhang Meng first, given Zhang Meng's ability to withstand blows and fierce character, it would inevitably lead to a fierce fight.

Moreover, during Zhang Meng's resistance, Li San might make a sneak attack from the side, leaving him vulnerable to attack from both sides.

On the contrary, if he concentrates his strength on dealing with Li San first, he will have a greater chance of quickly suppressing Li San with his speed and skills.

Once Li San loses his fighting ability, Zhang Meng will lose his cooperation and be isolated and helpless.

At that time, it would be relatively easier for him to deal with Zhang Meng.

Having made up his mind, Wang Biao seized the opportunity and rushed out as fast as a meteor.

He swung the long sword in his hand violently, and the sword flashed sharply.

With the momentum of splitting mountains and splitting rocks, he rushed towards Zhang Meng.

Seeing this, a trace of disdain flashed across Zhang Meng's face. He thought that Wang Biao was seeking his own death by daring to provoke him first.

He roared angrily, his voice as loud as a bell, raised his sword and rushed forward, as if he wanted to cut Wang Biao in half.

Zhang Meng roared, "Come on! I'll chop you off today!"

However, this was just a feint by Wang Biao.

When the knife was halfway there, his wrist trembled slightly.

The blade of the knife was as winding as a snake, and it flashed like a ghost, instantly avoiding Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng then realized that he had fallen into a trap and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Not good! Li San, be careful!"

Zhang Meng thought to himself that something was wrong and turned around hurriedly to help Li San, but due to his huge body and slow movements, he was unable to do so.

At this moment, Li San saw Wang Biao suddenly attacking him, and he was suddenly horrified, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

His eyes widened, filled with fear and panic.

Li San shouted in panic: "You...you despicable villain!"

He instinctively swung the sword in his hand to resist, and the sword shadow flashed for a moment. (End of this chapter)