I was stunned with joy.

Jing Jue on the other end of the phone was also stunned.

Then the tone of the voice suddenly increased in decibels, and the sound was broken.

"What did he say?"

I was happy to see Wang Han's retreating figure.

"He said...he said he was here to begin with."

Jing Jue took a breath, "Quick, quick, give me a real-time report! Don't let this kid mess around!"

Wang Han walked forward.

Several cars behind the convoy suddenly opened their doors.

Several people in suits and ties jumped down from above.

"Master Jiu!"

Wang Han just nodded and walked forward.

All the way forward.

Those cars seemed to have turned on a switch, and people got out of the cars one after another from back to front.

It's like a snowball and the number of people is getting bigger and bigger.

Some of these people wear dragons and tigers, some wear suits and leather shoes, and some wear Tang suits. They come in different shapes and come from all walks of life.

Every time people come down, they will call you Jiuye!

Whether sincere or not!

But this scene really confused me.

The quail's horse's eyes widened after seeing this scene. She was thankful that the quail had just pulled her away.

Jing Jue couldn't hear the movement on Gao Xing's side and scratched the wall anxiously, "What's going on? What's going on? Talk!"

He came back to his senses happily, "Many people came to pick up the Mr. Jin you mentioned today."

"I'm not asking you this, I'm asking what Wang Han is doing here?" Jing Jue asked quickly.

Gao Xing replied, "I heard many people here call him Jiu Ye."

"Jiu...Jiuye?"

"Fuck! Ninth Young Master!"

Jing Jue shouted out.

Gao Xing asked in confusion, "What is the Ninth Young Master?"

"Ten men meet nine young masters!" Jing Jue looked like he was hopeless, "I have invited a god to come!"

He looked at Wang Han happily from a distance.

The people who got off the vehicles all followed Wang Han.

Four to five hundred cars jumped out and over a thousand people followed Wang Han.

And under this kind of battle.

Wang Han's momentum was able to completely subdue the entire audience!

In front of the prison.

Wang Han stood there.

There are bangers all around.

There were over a thousand people behind him.

Everyone was silent.

The gloomy aura hovering above the prison was greatly restrained by this fierce aura.

I glanced at the time.

There are still three minutes until the third brother is released from prison.

Wang Han arranged his clothes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the people behind him.

Many of them were the same people who stabbed Third Brother in the back.

And behind these people are those big families.

They came here just to see how the Third Young Master compares with the past.

The Shilaohui has gradually become more popular in recent years.

Some people who had provoked the Shiguohui back then became frightened.

Boom!

The big iron gate in the distance sounded.

Everyone looked over.

Several prison guards escorted a middle-aged man with long hair out of the prison.

The prison guard was not nervous when he saw so many people outside and closed the door as if nothing happened.

The middle-aged man brought nothing.

He looks very ordinary, only 1.7 meters tall, and his appearance is the type that you would never remember at a second glance if you are thrown into a crowd.

But his eyes are very sharp, as if he can penetrate people's hearts. The way he looks at others is full of compassion, just like the gods and Buddhas sitting on the lotus platform looking at all living beings.

It is an indescribable temperament.

It's like being ordinary becomes extraordinary in the end.

He has a slightly chubby figure and wears a collared and half-sleeved style that was fashionable ten years ago. If he had a bunch of keys hanging around his waist, he would look like a middle-aged man you can find casually on the street.

Through the prison door, you can see hundreds of prisoners wearing prison uniforms standing neatly inside.

The moment the man stepped out of prison with one foot.

All the prisoners bowed respectfully at the same time.

Not a word.

But it seemed like he had said everything.

He raised his head and glanced at everyone.

Except Wang Han.

Everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly.

Like a ghost with a guilty conscience who dares not raise his head to look at the God who wields thunder.

"Welcome Third Master!"

I don't know who took the lead.

Over a thousand people bent down at the same time.

The man's eyes finally fell on Wang Han.

There was finally a wave of emotion in those pair of calm eyes, and a smile appeared on the rigid face.

Wang Han stepped forward slowly.

"Third brother."

Jin Sansheng.

Known as Mr. Jin to people in the world, he was Di Lao's third disciple and a legendary figure who once unified the three religions and nine streams.

He looks very ordinary and looks very ordinary. Wang Han remembers that Jin Sansheng looked like this when he was a teenager, and he still looks like this now.

But there is a magical charm about him that can always inspire people's emotions.

Jin Sansheng patted Wang Han on the shoulder.

"It's a lot stronger."

Turning his eyes, he saw Daozi again.

Bong Zi also buttoned up the open collar before coming over.

"Third brother!"

"Bangzi!" Jin Sansheng patted Bongzi's chest.

The playful and smiling boy looked particularly reserved in front of Jin Sansheng.

He could make all kinds of jokes in front of Huang Wang, but in front of Jin Sansheng, he could not help but behave himself.
To be continued...