"Yes, I came here just to see the prisoner interrogation, otherwise what would I do here for you? Could it be that I came to your place for dinner?" Simba asked.

The guards clearly knew that the little Majesty was a little unhappy, "Yes, you are right. You must have come here to see the interrogation of the prisoner. I am not an imperial kitchen, so of course there is no delicious food."

"Then what else are you talking about? Why don't you make any move quickly and let me go in and see you interrogate the prisoners." Simba said.

"Okay, please." The guard quickly made way and secretly glad that Simba just came to interview Charlie on a whim.

Maybe it was a coincidence that Erinda came here with Simba. He thought to himself.

"Auntie, hurry up, I'll take you to see the interrogation of the prisoner. It's fun, it's fun." Simba's hand held Erinda's hand and walked into the dungeon.

Lianlian followed them, looking like a little guard. Her eyes looked at the entire dungeon. At this time, she was on the first floor. It looked normal here, but the air was filled with a damp smell, which should have been emitted from the ground.

"Your Majesty, the dungeon is below, but it is dark and wet. If you feel uncomfortable, I will take you out at any time." said the guard.

The other guards in the dungeon also hurried over to greet Simba.

This little majesty has come to their dungeons to play once and twice, and they are used to it. Who makes them have a weird little majesty likes to watch the interrogation of prisoners?

The captain of the guard walked in front, "Your Majesty, are you here to play again?"

"Yes, I'm here to take a look when I'm bored. Didn't you catch a new prisoner? Take me to see." Simba said.

"The prisoner is on the second floor of the minus, and he is a death row prisoner. I will take you down now." said the captain of the guard.

"Okay, hurry up, I'm curious about what he looks like?" Simba said and walked down behind the captain of the guard.

The captain of the guard took Simba down the second floor and headed straight for Charlie's cell.

Erinda's eyes swept across the cell in the distance. Because they were walking the stairs down to the second floor, she couldn't see clearly who was there on the first floor. She only saw a row of cells.

But now she couldn't suggest looking at the first floor first, so she could only go to the second floor first to see the situation, and then find a way to check whether there is Gaia on the first floor.

Simba happily came to the second floor with his calf, as if he had forgotten all about finding Gaia and came here wholeheartedly to see and interrogate the prisoner.

When she walked behind them, when she reached the door of the cell, she saw Charlie behind the iron fence.

Charlie was still the same as before, and she could recognize her at a glance, but her appearance changed, and she became a little guard, so Charlie would definitely not recognize her.

She stood quietly behind Elinda and Simba, and looked silently at Charlie, who was tied to a cell for execution.

Charlie was tied to the cross in the cell, and the jailer who was executed in the cell whipped Charlie hard.

"Say! Why are you here? Tell me quickly!" the jailer shouted loudly.

His body was extremely strong, his arms were as thick as others' thighs. The whip he swung was full of wind, and wherever he passed was like a broken bamboo.

Not to mention getting a whip, even looking at a whip, I feel that it is quite dangerous. I am most afraid of being beaten by the tip of the whip and being swept to the point of the whip.

The jailer's whip hit Charlie with a bang, and a hole suddenly cracked on Charlie's body, and blood gushed out.

However, this man was like not knowing that he was hurt and didn't say a word.

Simba looked at this scene excitedly, clapping his hands with his little paws, "It's great, you have to hold on, I see how many times you can be beaten without saying a word. There was a tough guy who was beaten ten times before saying a word. Can you break this record? If you can break this record, I will reward you."

When the jailer heard the sound, he turned to see his little master. He immediately stopped and came to pay homage to the little master.

"Your Majesty, you are here. I don't know that your grandfather has been wrong. I'll ask your grandfather to forgive me." The prison guard said, kneeling down and kowtowed to Simba.

"Get up quickly. I didn't come to see you kowtow to me. This is not fun. I came to see you interrogate the prisoner." Simba said.

The jailer's forehead turned black. His kowtow was not a game, but a rule for them to pay homage to the king.

However, his little Majesty regarded all this as a game.

He had no choice but to stand up, "Your Majesty wants to see me interrogate him, so I will interrogate him to show His Majesty. Whatever your Majesty wants me to fight, just give me instructions."

"Just fight as you did just now." Simba ordered.

Charlie looked at the little doll standing outside the cell door. The little doll was pink and looked like a small breast bag, but the words said were so amazing.

This child is called His Majesty by them, and he thinks that this child must be Simba.

Sure enough, a tiger father has no dog son, and William's son has liked to kill since he was a child.

He shouted at Simba, "If you have the guts, kill me. If I dare to blink, I will not be a tough guy."

Simba looked at the man in the cell, and his big eyes turned into a crescent moon, "I know you are a tough guy, you are invincible when fighting, and you are a very good military talent.

Why are you caught so accidentally this time? It’s so unfunny. I still hope you can run away and then my people will catch you again, so that’s fun.”

Charlie's lips twitched, what kind of game is this? Is this little breast bag treating him as a game?

No matter how he sounds like a cat and a mouse.

"Do you know who I am? Just say I am a tough guy or a military genius?" He also thought of this question. It seemed that this little doll knew him, but how could that be possible? They had never seen him before.

"You are Charlie, a senior official under Gaia. I'm right. You should be Plum K." Simba thought about the deck of cards.

William made all the great ministers in the Middle East into cards. He taught him to play cards for no reason, so that he knew who had more power? Who could control who, and the cards were printed on them.

This kind of card has been playing for a long time, and it is impossible for him to not know them.

Charlie listened to the plum blossoms and his face twitched slightly. What kind of joke is this? When did he become plum blossoms?

"If you know my name, just let me go quickly, or my country will send people to wipe out your country and put your country on the ground," he said.

"Tsk tsk, you are so angry. You Middle East want to step onto the land of our Riels country? I have 10,000 ways to kill you now. Guess what method I will use to kill you?" Simba said with his eyes narrowed.
Chapter completed!