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

Inside the Beizhenfusi prison cell, there was a deathly silence and a bone-chilling chill.

The cold wind was like the devil's sharp claws, rushing in madly through the dilapidated window frames.

It scraped across the prisoners' faces wantonly, making a creepy whistling sound.

Some prisoners' lips were trembling uncontrollably. Their faces looked ashen, and the vitality of their lives seemed to be drained away bit by bit by endless fear.

Their hearts were filled with despair, knowing that after losing their only support, unknown and cruel punishment was waiting for them.

Fear is like a vicious poisonous snake, constantly biting at these people's hearts.

"It's over, it's over, what should I do now?

My wife and children at home are still waiting for me to return..."

One of the prisoners muttered to himself, despair all over his face.

When he thought of his elderly and frail mother at home, tears of regret welled up in his eyes involuntarily.

Some prisoners tightly grasped their weapons, their knuckles turned white from excessive force, and their hands trembled uncontrollably like dead leaves shivering in the autumn wind.

They were afraid of Wang Biao's thunderous revenge, but were unwilling to give up the dream of freedom that seemed so close yet so illusory. They were tormented by the painful struggle in their hearts.

"Is there really no hope at all..."

A prisoner with despair on his face murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of confusion and unwillingness, completely unaware of where to go.

There were also some prisoners who occasionally had a glimmer of hope in their eyes, like a faint candle flickering in the darkness.

They thought that they might be able to escape during the chaos, but Wang Biao's eagle-like sharp gaze was like an invisible shackle that firmly locked these people's actions and made them dare not act rashly.

A prisoner's face was filled with helplessness and frustration, and he thought to himself: "It would be great if I could find a chance to slip away, but this evil spirit is staring at me..."

In the entire Beizhenfusi prison cell, most of the prisoners' breathing became rapid and heavy, and their chests heaved violently.

Their hearts were beating wildly in their chests, like a trapped wild beast eager to break free from its cage and about to burst out of the chest in the next second.

Everyone was praying silently in their hearts, hoping that this nightmare battle would end as soon as possible, and hoping that they could survive Wang Biao's rage.

There was another burly prisoner named Sun Dazhu who was hit on the knee by Wang Biao.

He was originally an honest farmer. He was wrongfully imprisoned because he had a conflict with a bully from a neighboring village and accidentally killed the bully.

After being imprisoned, Sun Dazhu was still timid and fearful.

In this prison where all kinds of people mixed together and the law of the jungle prevailed, he was like a lamb to be slaughtered and was bullied by other prisoners.

Not only did the prisoners rob Sun Dazhu of his few belongings, they also beat him from time to time. He could only silently endure the double torture of body and mind.

Sun Dazhu curled up in a dark corner, his eyes full of fear and helplessness.

He kept muttering to himself: "I don't want to be beaten anymore, I want to go home..."

The masterminds behind the riot keenly grasped Sun Dazhu's inner fear.

They threatened Sun Dazhu viciously: "If you don't join the riot, you will be tortured to death in this prison, and we have plenty of ways to deal with your wife and children!"

When Sun Dazhu thought of his helpless wife and children at home, his heart was suddenly filled with fear and worry.

He knew very well that these prisoners were cruel and ruthless and could do anything cruel.

In extreme fear and with deep concern for his family, Sun Dazhu said in a trembling voice: "Please, don't hurt my family. I... I will listen to you."

In the end, he was forced to get involved in the riot, and naively thought that as long as he followed everyone else, he might still have a chance to survive and find a chance to escape and protect his family.

At this moment, Sun Dazhui, who was hit by Wang Biao, screamed and knelt on one knee.

His facial muscles were twisted and deformed by the severe pain, and his facial features were almost squeezed together. Now Sun Dazhu's heart was full of regret and fear, and his wife's gentle smile and the innocent appearance of his children kept appearing in front of him.

The instinct for survival and the strong longing for his family drove him to endure the severe pain and try to struggle to get up and escape.

"Brother, I was really wrong!

I really didn't mean to cause trouble. My wife and children at home are eagerly waiting for me to return. Please forgive me this time!

I don't want the secret letter anymore, I just want to go home!"

Sun Dazhu cried out at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with despair and pleading.

However, Wang Biao did not show any mercy and kicked the opponent hard in the back.

He said sternly: "If I had known this would happen, why did I do this in the first place!

How can you forgive someone who participated in a riot?"

The terrified Sun Dazhui lay heavily on the ground like a knocked-down sandbag, unable to move, his eyes full of fear and despair.

He was angry and hated his own cowardice and stupidity. Why did he believe those people's lies and end up with such a tragic end?
However, Sun Dazhu was extremely concerned about his family far away, and he didn't know how they would survive in this difficult world after his death.
Thinking of this, Sun Dazhu's tears burst out uncontrollably.

Just when Wang Biao thought the situation was under effective control, suddenly a sinister laugh came slowly from a dark corner of the cell.

It's like the cry of a night owl, creepy.

A prisoner with a thin body and pale face walked out slowly with strange steps.

There was madness and determination in his eyes, as if he was a demon whose soul was devoured by hatred.

This man is called Zhou Kui. He is a meticulous and cunning conspirator.

On weekdays, he always keeps a low profile and hides among the crowd.

However, no one expected that Zhou Kui was one of the masterminds behind the prisoner riot.

"Wang Biao, do you think this can end so easily?

Don’t be so naive! "

Zhou Kui's voice was sharp and piercing, like nails scratching on a blackboard, making people feel uncomfortable.

“I have already revealed the news of the secret letter to the people outside, and they will come to pick it up soon.

Even if you can suppress us today, you can't keep the secret letter!

Ha ha ha ha! "

Zhou Kui laughed wildly, his eyes full of provocation.

Wang Biao's heart suddenly tightened. He never expected that in this chaos that seemed to have been settled, there was still such a huge variable hidden.

At this moment, Wang Biao stared at Zhou Kui coldly, with a hint of chillness in his eyes.

He unconsciously tightened the knife in his hand, the blade flashing with cold light, and said in a deep voice: "Do you think your little tricks can threaten me? Today, you can't escape even if you have wings!"

Zhou Kui was not in a hurry. A sinister smile appeared on his face and he clapped his hands.

Several prisoners who seemed to have lost the ability to resist suddenly jumped up like awakened beasts and pounced towards Wang Biao frantically.

One of the prisoners rushed forward and shouted, "Master Zhou is right. Fight him, maybe there is still a chance of survival!"

Wang Biao's eyes shone, and he shouted, "You don't know how to live or die!"

Then he brandished the long knife in his hand and faced the prisoners who rushed over. A new fierce battle started again in this gloomy cell... (End of this chapter)