The next day, early morning.

Located at the gate of Xiangjiang Prison in Stanley.

The ghost prison guards stood in a row in uniforms, and respectfully sent the two gentlemen out of the iron gate.

This concentration camp prison, built in the 1930s, will be renamed "Stanley Prison" in the future, becoming the most famous highly fortified prison on Hong Kong Island within a century.

Unfortunately, the prisons are strict, and they first look at the social legal system and then the armed forces. In the 1950s, the laws of Hong Kong served money, and everyone's pupils reflected the portrait of the British Queen on the Hong Kong dollar, and no one would take the law seriously.

Now, now with the rank of colonel, the blond and blue-eyed prison warden is taking a group of lieutenant-level management captains to send the two prisoners out of the prison.

Among the group of management captains, there was a pale-looking person standing with his head hanging down. This person was the ghost police officer who was responsible for managing Chen Wushu's prison area and putting lard into prison last night.

He didn't expect that the lard boy did not die after returning overnight. Instead, Dama Long's thirty boys died completely and looked terrible.

Although the corpses will not rot overnight in autumn and winter, the environment in the prison is not very good. When he led his subordinates to open the warehouse door, a group of flies and insects were already flying on the body of the corpse, buzzing at him.

These prison guards were all forces drawn by the British government from the army, soldiers who participated in the war. They had seen dead people and corpses on the battlefield. But the smell of blood and flies that hit them still scared them!

The management captain took several subordinates on the spot and started vomiting. Until now, the stomach and intestines and intestines have not recovered. It is a bit of a shame to the British Empire.

At the prison gate, a Mercedes-Benz headlight car parked next to the dirt road, and five other crown cars were lined up on both sides.

The horsemen in the car saw the "lard" walking out of the prison gate, and all pushed the door open and got out of the car and shouted: "Brother Zai!"

"Brother!"

Their voices were scattered and not neat, but there was a wildness in the fragments.

As for the gray-black suits and the yellow-skinned gun bags on their waists, they all indicate their police identities.

This is a team of plainclothes agents who come specifically to pick up "lard".

Obviously, after waking up, "Logo" received news that something happened to the lard boy was involved in. He immediately sent someone to greet his confidants. However, they came a little late, so it was completely lucky that the lard boy could survive.

"Um."

The lard slid her belt and had already hidden her panic last night in her heart, and she became very proud at this moment.

Chen Wushu stood beside him with a plain expression, wearing the iconic short-sleeved shirt and cloth pants of poor families. He didn't feel cold under the autumn wind, but was just a little out of place with the luxurious scene.

The plainclothes agents glanced over him with a faint look, some admiration, surprise, and some suspicion, but they did not look down on him. They all knew that "Brother Zai" was arrested and plotted against him last night, and a fierce man helped "Brother Zai" chop down all the killers.

And powerful people in Hong Kong will never be despised!

What's more, this person will still make a name for himself in the future!

"Mr. Zeng, on behalf of the prison, I am sorry to my subordinates again for the mistakes they made last night. You can go home now." The ghost warden stretched out his palm with a smile.

"Thank you, thank you."

A hypocritical smile was piled on the face of the lard boy. After shaking hands with the ghost warden, he turned around and asked to the plainclothes team leader beside him, "Ali, have you brought money?"

"Take it, brother Zai." He always has to bring some money to spare when going out to do things. Ali immediately reached out and took out a stack of money from his clothes and handed it to him.

The lard slashed the banknotes with his hands, and you could tell that it was 20,000 yuan when you heard the sound.

Next, he slapped the banknotes and walked step by step to the management captain last night.

"Bang!"

The lard slapped his thick palm and slapped the ghost prison guard in the face.

Then, he simply threw the money into the hands of the ghost prison guard: "I apologize. This is medical expenses. I hope you don't hold grudges. Now you can go back to work."

"Ha ha."

"Ashu, come in the car with me."

The lard opened the car door, laughed loudly, and sat in the Mercedes-Benz with a arrogant look.

Chen Wushu saw this scene, narrowed his eyes, and then got into the car with him and got into the back row of the Mercedes-Benz.

"Retreat!" The plainclothes team leader waved his hand, and the plainclothes agents at the prison gate retreated together, all returning to the crown car.

Only the plainclothes team leader named Ali sat into the driver's cab of the Mercedes-Benz and was personally responsible for driving the lard.

In this era, cars are all old models with edges and corners, and the industrial style reveals the cold smell of the Cold War era.

The yellow sand rose, and the prison guards watched the convoy leave. After the convoy completely disappeared, the prison warden withdrew his gaze and waved his hand to signal his subordinates to disband.

However, the slapped management captain was unwilling to accept it and took a step forward and shouted: "Sir, I!"

"Shet! Shut up!" Before he could finish his words, the prison warden put his hands on his hips, opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly at him, "Do you know who the lard is?"

"You are not satisfied with receiving the money from both sides? Now your area is a prison canteen! It is no longer the fourth area!"

The management captain restrained his expression and held the money in his hand and replied: "Yes, sir!"

If we continue to fight.

He may not have any jurisdiction.

"Ashu, this is Xiangjiang. If you have money, do whatever you want and even a ghost guy can beat him!" The lard snatched a cigar in his mouth, and looked proudly leaning against the car window and sucking mist.

Chen Wushu looked at him and felt a little funny and sad.

Yesterday, someone else killed you, but today you will have to pay for someone with a slap.

Very proud, very majestic?

You know, this is the Chinese country, and it is a shame to appear as a ghost!

However, this is a humiliating history. Why should people living in humiliating history stand up?

Chen Wushu held it in for three seconds, but he couldn't help but laugh and laughed contemptuously.

The lard boy's expression was frozen for a while, and suddenly fell into silence. Then, not long after, he smiled and said, "I know, you are not interested in men. I can ask you to hit the ghost girl's butt tonight. Spanking is also hitting the ghost guy!"

The convoy had already entered the city center, and a crowd of people in trams were passing by in front of them.

Mercedes-Benz parked in front of the signal light, Chen Wushu turned his head and looked out the window: "The crowds on both sides of the road and the crowd in the middle of the lane are two worlds."

"The people on both sides are struggling for a bowl of rice and flour, and the people in the car are enjoying the convenience of the technology era."

"Yes, this is Xiangjiang... Xiangjiang in the fifties."

On the corner of the street, a little girl with dirt-faced face hung a sales box on her shoulder, with cigarettes, newspapers, and salty magazines in it.

She raised her head and looked at Chen Wushu with a pair of clear eyes. She was a little confused about why Chen Wushu, who was also wearing a squirt shirt, could sit in the car.

This violates the little girl's perception of the world.

Could it be...

Can people really change their destiny?

Chen Wushu withdrew his gaze and clearly knew what the little girl was looking at him.
Chapter completed!