I was stunned for joy.

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

Then the tone suddenly rose and the sound was slashed.

"What did he say?"

I was happy to look at Wang Han's back as he gradually left.

"He said...he said he was here."

Jing Jue took a breath, "Hurry, hurry up, report it to me in real time! Please don't do anything randomly!"

Wang Han walked forward.

Several cars behind the convoy suddenly opened the door.

Several people in suits and ties jumped off from above.

"Justice Jiu!"

Wang Han just nodded and then walked forward.

Go all the way forward.

In those cars, people walked out of the cars as if the switch was turned on, from behind to front.

It's like snowballing.

Some of these people have literary and artistic paintings, some have suits and ties, and some have them in Tang suits, with different shapes and industries.

Every time people come down, they will call him Master Jiu!

True or not!

But this scene really made me confused.

The quail's horse's eyes widened after seeing this scene, and was glad that the quail pulled her away just now.

Jing Jue couldn't hear the movement here, so he was so anxious that he scratched the wall, "What's wrong? Tell me!"

I was happy to come back to my senses, "Today, many people came to pick up the Mr. Jin San you mentioned."

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

He replied happily, "I heard that many people here call him Jiuye."

"Nine... Master Jiu?"

"Fuck! Ninth Young Master!"

Jing Jue called out.

He asked happily and puzzledly, "What is the Ninth Master?"

"The ten men know nine young masters!" Jing Jue looked desperate, "I've invited a god!"

He looked at Wang Han happily from a distance.

Those who came off the vehicle followed Wang Han.

Four or five hundred cars jumped out, and more than a thousand people followed Wang Han.

And under this kind of situation.

Wang Han's aura was able to completely suppress the audience!

In front of the prison gate.

Wang Han stood there.

There is a bang around.

More than a thousand people followed behind him.

Everyone remained silent.

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

Take a look at the time.

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

Wang Han tidied up his clothes.

Yu Guang swept over the people behind him.

Many of them were those who were back-stolen brothers.

And these people are those big families behind them.

They were able to come here just to see what happened to the third young master and then.

The ten-man clubs have gradually become popular over the years.

Some people who had provoked the Ten Masters back then were frightened.

Boom!

The large iron gate in the distance sounded.

Everyone looked over.

Several prison guards sent a middle-aged man with long hair to come out from inside.

The prison guards were not nervous when they saw so many people outside. They closed the door as if nothing had happened.

The middle-aged man brought nothing.

He is very ordinary, only 1.7 meters tall, and his appearance is even the type that he can't remember when he looks at it for a second.

But his eyes were very sharp, as if he could see through people's hearts. His eyes were filled with compassion without impurities, as if the gods and Buddhas sitting on the lotus platform were looking at the countless beings.

That is an indescribable temperament.

It's like it's normal to end up being unusual.

He is a little fat and wears a fashionable half-sleeved style that was ten years ago. If you drop a bunch of keys around your waist, it feels like a middle-aged man you can find on the street.

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

Just the moment a man stepped out of prison with one foot.

All the prisoners bowed and delivered with honor.

No word.

But it seems like he said everything.

He raised his head and glanced at everyone.

Except Wang Han.

Everyone lowered their heads and dared not look directly.

It's like a guilty ghost who dares not look up at the god who holds thunder.

"Welcome to the Third Master!"

I don't know who took the lead.

More than a thousand people bent over at the same time.

The man's eyes finally fell on Wang Han.

The two ancient well-being's eyes finally started to roar, and a smile appeared on the stereotyped face.

Wang Han walked forward slowly.

"Third brother."

Jin Sansheng.

People in the martial arts world are called Jin Sanye, the third apprentice of the imperial master, and a legendary figure who once unified all kinds of religions and all ranks.

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

But he has a magical charm that can always inspire people's emotions.

Jin Sansheng patted Wang Han on the shoulder.

“It’s much stronger.”

After a glance, I saw Bang again.

Before the bang came, I also tied the open collar buttons.

"Third brother!"

"Bang!" Jin Sansheng patted Bang's chest.

The hippie smiled clang 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 would always be involuntarily ruling.
To be continued...