"Master Si San, I have been hiding for a long time. I wonder what wind blows you to me?"

Liao Jing spitted out a mouthful of smoke rings, and his expression and tone looked quite worthy of beating.

"What are these?"

Liao Jing pointed at Si Niannian and others casually with his cigar in his hand.

Si Xinghe knew that Zhou Qi didn't like to reveal his identity, so he just replaced his identities with a word "family".

"I have just told that young man about my purpose. I believe that with Chief Liao's control over Huaibei Prison, I have already known it, but I still want to ask again, where is the person from the Detective Bureau?"

Si Xinghe sat down on the chair beside him.

Si Niannian, Bu Chensu and Zhou Qi stood aside.

He said he was standing aside, but in fact he was looking at everything outside through the window.

Liao Jing just glanced at them and ignored them.

The indifferent look seemed to not take them seriously at all.

He leaned back on the back of the chair, sucked a cigar again, and looked at Si Xinghe and smiled.

"They left, they left that day."

Si Xinghe's eyes darkened, and a cold light flashed quickly in his eyes, his tone was slightly cool.

"Apart from those people, in addition to the director of the Beicheng Investigation Bureau, there are also my nephew, the chief of the Si family, Si Muen, the captain of the Feiying Special Forces Team, Liao Jing, I advise you to consider it and tell me the answer."

Liao Jing's reckless expression finally restrained. The cigar was held between his lips, and the blue smoke slowly rose, blurring his vision and blurring his expression, making Si Xinghe difficult to see for a moment.

After pondering for a moment, Liao Jing pressed the cigar that was about to burn out hard in the ashtray.

"They really left that day, but since Master Si San mentioned it, I won't hide something from it. Your nephew, the chief of the Si family, beat us a prison guard to death that day, so they left so fast. I don't know what to do... how to calculate it?"

Si Niannian walked forward with a very serious expression, "You said my brother killed someone, what about the evidence? Where is the body?"

Liao Jing's eyes flashed with a look of surprise when they fell on Si Niannian's face.

But it's just amazing.

For him, Si Niannian is beautiful, but it is too tender.

"It seems that this is the rumored little princess of the Si family that is widely rumored to the outside world? Are you trying to find out the cause of death after an autopsy and expel your brother from the charge? Unfortunately, this incident has happened for several days. The body of the prison guard who died in the line of duty has been taken back by his family. Now at this time..."

Liao Jing glanced at his watch and smiled, "It should have been turned into ashes in the funeral home."

Suddenly, Si Niannian and Si Xinghe's hearts were at the same time.

The two looked at each other and frowned.

Bloodline traction!

Mu En (Brother) is nearby!

Si Xinghe suddenly stood up and looked at Liao Jing with a cold face, "Ask you again, where is my nephew?"

Bu Chensu and Zhouqi also passed by.

The four of them looked at Liao Jing together, with a bad look.

Liao Jing was not afraid at all, and stood up, chuckling at the corner of his mouth.

"Is Mr. Si San trying to make trouble with me?"

Just now, Bu Chensu tried to release his mental power again, carefully searching for every corner nearby.

"Dad, in the basement." Bu Chensu gave a look.

The few people turned around and wanted to leave without saying a word.

Although Liao Jing was shocked that Bu Chensu could find out the news, it was not a good time to ask.

He directly pressed the button under the table, and the office door automatically locked. Then, a cylinder like a steel pipe fell around him to form a cage, trapping several people in the middle.

Liao Jing looked proud, "This is the rock iron developed by the institute many years ago. It is harder than diamonds. It is the most sturdy material in the world. Without spiritual power, you can't leave..."

Before he could finish his words, the rock iron cage that should have been extremely hard was cut off from the middle and then scattered on the ground.

Dong!

Then there was a sound of metal collision.

Liao Jing felt that the floor under his feet shook.

How is this possible?

As long as he enters Huaibei Prison, his spiritual power will be banned. How did he do it?

He looked at the culprit Bu Chensu in shock, "What you are practicing is not spiritual power, but spiritual power? Are you an immortal?"

Although the entrance to the fairy world was sealed, some immortals remained in the cultivation world. This is not a secret between masters or leaders of various countries and forces.

Bu Chensu did not talk nonsense to him, turned around and held Si Niannian's hand, protected her in his arms, preventing Liao Jing from attacking. Then he gave Si Xinghe a look, cut off the office door, and rushed out.

"Dad, the basement entrance is just around the south corner."

Because this place is still Liao Jing's own territory, he has been expecting that no one dares to come to his rest area to cause trouble.

Moreover, the prisoners had no chance to get here at all, so the defense of Liao Jing in the entire Huaibei Prison is the weakest.

At the corner of the south, there is a copper-cast portrait, which looks a bit similar to Liao Jing when you look close.

"He actually cast a statue for himself?" Si Niannian frowned and went forward to move the statue away.

The bronze statue, which was as heavy as a thousand gold, became weightless in Si Niannian's hands and was easily moved to the side.

And behind the bronze statue, there is a small door.

"Uncle San, here."

Si Niannian was about to open the door, but Bu Chensu pulled him back.

"Follow me, huh?"

Bu Chensu rubbed Si Niannian's head and opened the small door.

"Huh? I didn't expect it to be an elevator here."

Si Niannian followed Bu Chensu in. Si Xinghe looked back at the direction of Liao Jing's office, and then pulled Zhou Qi into it.

"Hurry, Liao Jing should bring people to chase him soon."

The elevator slowly descends.

bite!

The door is open.

A burst of noise and a strong smell of sweat came to my face.

"Get up, get up quickly!"

"Tsk, I didn't expect that even No. 2 could not last for 10 rounds in No. 9's hand."

"Aoao! No. 2! Get up! Get up and play No. 9!"

"Damn it! I've compensated again this time!"

This is a very empty venue with a huge boxing ring in the middle, and people are crowded around.

They were all wearing prison uniforms, rolled up their sleeves and showed their thick arms, and half of their cloth shoes under their feet.

The smell of feet and sweat are mixed together, which is so unpleasant that it is disgusting.

But these people don't care at all.

Their attention is all on the ring.

They kept cheering and looking forward to the bet they set to win.

"Look! The 1st is here!"

"No. 1 has won the championship for 10 months, and now No. 9 is going to be unlucky."

"Damn, I have lost so much. Now I have to let No. 1 beat him up and send him to see the King of Hell to relieve my anger."

It seems that these people's anger towards No. 9 has soared to a critical point.

Even the look of No. 9 was full of murderous intent, as if he wanted to take the life of No. 1 instead of No. 1.

No. 1 came on stage and was a tall man with a scar across his left and right face.

The scar is very thick, looks fierce and terrifying.

No. 9, who was originally sitting down to rest, also stood up, and his upper body was wearing a white vest.

The white vest was soaked in sweat and blood, and it was hard to see its original appearance.

His muscles are tight and he looks very explosive.

"It's brother!"

Si Niannian's pupils shrank and she pointed to the ring and said.
To be continued...