"good!"

Zhao Dianchunma is making arrangements.

Soon, an old man from Xiangxi Yan family was brought here.

Later, four other Yan family members came with them. They were all around 20 or 30 years old and considered strong laborers.

Zhang Yong looked around. It didn't seem to be anything special.

"How many years was the sentence?"

"That one's words are infinite, and the sentence is indefinite. The other ten years, thirteen years, seventeen years."

"The sentence is quite severe!"

Zhang Yong waved his legs and asked Zhao Dianchun to loosen all their leg cuffs.

Yan Wuji, who was taking the lead, looked at Zhang Yong doubtfully.

"How are you feeling?"

"What?"

"Qi Bei is on the way. Do you have anything to say?"

"I……"

Yan Wuji and everyone else's expressions changed drastically.

On the way?

What's the meaning?

They didn’t sentence me to death!

I couldn't help but become anxious.

"Did they, did they, did we make a mistake?"

"What's wrong?"

"They don't deny the death penalty. What do we want?"

"We can't afford to make a mistake. We don't deny the death penalty. But if someone wants us to take the blame, we can't afford to make a mistake."

"What?"

Yan Wuji's face suddenly turned red.

Take the blame?

What's the meaning?

However, when he saw the heavily armed agents around him, he was immediately speechless.

So many people, so many guns.

"We, we, what are we for?"

"Stir him up and introduce him. His name is Zhang Yong. He is from the Secret Service of the Fuxing Society."

"I, what do I ask for?"

"He came to commute our sentences. All of them were sentenced to death. We will be executed immediately."

"Hey, hey, hey, I, we, how can we care so little about human life."

"Because they are not the Fuxing Society Secret Service! Do they have that kind of power? If they let me live, I will live. If they let me die, I will die."

"I, I, why..."

Yan Wuji's whole body trembled with anger.

The other four Yan family members were also very angry, but they did not dare to take action.

Everything around was dark and full of gun muzzles.

If you move, you will die.

Zhang Yong stared at them for a moment, then changed the subject, "Of course, we don't have to die if we don't want to..."

"What do I ask them to do?" Yan Wuji reacted.

Did the wrong party threaten me?

After all, he is not a wanderer, and he has walked many bridges and many roads.

As soon as Zhang Yong changed the topic, he knew the real purpose of the wrong party.

If they don't want to die, they can work for the Fuxing Society Secret Service.

"Do you know the Sophora Mechanism?"

"What?"

"The Yue people's Sophora monastery machine is also a tomb robber. They are specialized in stealing China's national treasure. The pure gold Buddha head of Qixia Temple was stolen by them."

"What?"

Yan Wuji was stunned.

Zhang Yong:……

Yes, Hong said it. They don’t know at all.

They, Keke, had no contact with the Huai Agency at all. Yue himself robbed the tomb, but Keke had no outsiders involved at all.

disappointment……

I really think that everyone in the prison is not talented.

Unexpected, exaggerated.

"No, no, no, no, no, that's Kintaro's group?" Suddenly, Yan Wuji frowned.

"I know?" Zhang Yong regained hope.

"He knows about Kintaro's group, but he doesn't know if they are affiliated with something. They seem to be doing separate business with Zhiyanzhai. The boss of Zhiyanzhai is Zhen Zhenghao."

"Wrong. They are all Yue's natives. The organization they belong to is called the Sophora Agency. Zhen Zhenghao's Yue's name is Noya Kijiro."

"Are they Yue's own people? Why don't they look like..."

"Okay. Now give us a chance to help him pay them by mistake. Are you willing?"

"Why did you pay by mistake?"

"Kill them."

Zhang Yong's words are concise and to the point, yet full of murderous intent.
Chapter completed!