"What are you doing when you come to the commander's mansion?" He Yangrong spoke kindly and approachable, not arrogant at all.

"Come on, see if there is anything valuable and steal it back." Zhao Dazhuang answered vigilantly.

Assassinating the Young Marshal and stealing are completely two charges.

The nature is different at all.

He doesn't want to die.

"Several people who are full of kung fu hold weapons in their hands just to steal things, no one believes it." He Yangrong slowly and without rushing.

Zhao Dazhuang lowered his head and refused to speak.

He Yangrong said with a kind look, like a chat: "Who sent you here? Zhao Dazhuang and Zhao Jin's subordinates have old men and young men. I honestly told you to go home and reunite."

"Do you recognize me?" Zhao Dazhuang was surprised.

"Why don't you know Zhao Jin's Deli subordinate? You also want to follow his old path?"

Zhao Dazhuang gritted his teeth tightly: "I said I was just stealing something!"

At this time, a guard came in and handed He Yangrong a piece of paper. After reading it, He Yangrong looked up at Zhao Dazhuang: "The person who came with you has confessed. The basic situation is almost the same. How long are you ready to resist?"

The room is silent and time passes slowly.

Zhao Dazhuang continued to bow his head and say nothing.

"Punishment!"

He Yangrong said with a smile.

Zhao Dazhuang was tied to the cross, covered in blood, and it was a terrible sight.

The clothes were pulled open by a whip, and the skin was blooming and blood was dripping.

The man put down his whip and moved his wrist.

Another man picked up the whip and came closer: "The money you and Zhao Jin earned will not hurt with your conscience? How many families have they destroyed?"

Zhao Dazhuang sneered: "Even if I don't do it, there will be someone else doing it!"

"It's unreasonable."

The whip was whipped hard, not a loud bang, but a dull clang.

This is the most forceful and hurts the bones.

Zhao Dazhuang screamed and his head drooped.

The guards who seized him stood on both sides, cold and solemn.

He Yangrong sat on the chair, looked at Zhao Dazhuang, and was not in a hurry at all, and took a cup of tea and started drinking.

I don't know how long it took.

The sound of slow footsteps sounded in the dungeon.

The lights flickered.

Military boots were stomped on the ground, cold and shiny.

The guard said respectfully: "Sir."

The man had a slender figure, and his wind and clouds were light.

The side face is not really visible in the dark, and you can still see extremely flamboyant and sharp lines.

The aura is very oppressive and daunting.

Step into the cell.

Zhao Dazhuang, tied to the cross, was already covered in blood. He opened his eyes drowsyly and saw a long black figure in a blur.

A noble and noble spirit.

Those eyes were cold and bloody in the dark.

It made Zhao Dazhuang feel like he was being targeted, and his back crawled with chills.

He quickly woke up, his pupils tightened, and he remembered who this person was!

"Danbai!"

It's her!!

If it weren't for her, the Zhao Mansion wouldn't have fallen.

He and the second lady will not become a stray dog!

"I'm going to kill you!"

Zhao Dazhuang roared desperately.

"Do you?"

The three plain words fell, without any emotion, and a low and indifferent voice sounded in the cell, making it so cold.

"This man is loyal to Zhao Jin." He Yangrong said.

Ranbai didn't even look at Zhao Dazhuang. He wore gloves and played with the whip used for interrogation. The color was already dark red, with dry blood remaining.

She was standing there.

It is not far or near.

Zhao Dazhuang could vaguely see the sharp and cold badge, and the golden tassels swayed from their shoulders, shaking faintly.

Too eye-catching in a dark and wet cell.

It's frightening to the core.

Especially the movements of playing with the whip casually.

Even if Zhao Dazhuang didn't want to admit it, he was a little afraid. He swallowed and spitted, and the sound was particularly clear in the quiet.

He would never say it!

He will not betray the master!

When Zhao Dazhuang thought that the second lady was still alone in the hotel, she felt sad and even more resentful to the superior who ate people and did not vomit bones in front of her.

"Since you're not dead, continue to be tried."

The whip was thrown aside by his slender and distinctive hands, and a calm voice fell.

…

As night falls, the most prosperous roads are full of traffic and crowds.

Zhu Shunbang sat in a rickshaw and looked around leisurely. A friend Cao Yuhao was on the go and invited him to the Paramount Dance Hall to have a drink and have fun.

There is a new singer Xiang Song who is beautiful and charming. She has the appearance of a sank of the moon and a sank of flowers. She looks like a fish falling and a geese falling. She especially sings-

The lingering sound was lingering for three days. On the phone, Cao Yuhao, the mayor's young master, said with a flash of joy, as if the singer was a fairy descending to earth!

Zhu Shunbang refused to comment. He had never seen any kind of beauty when he came back from studying abroad, and the Western girls were just like this in his eyes.

The neon lights flashed, adding a magical color to the night, being in it, lingering.

The coachman is a man in his forties, with dark skin and strong body, and light and agile running.

He was dressed simply and cleanly, and Zhu Shunbang gave him a piece of ocean and signaled that he didn't need to look for it anymore.

The coachman nodded gratefully, "Thank you, Master, please walk slowly."

My dark face was rosy. Today I could buy some colorful candies for my children at home.

The gorgeous lights reflected the goblet filled with red wine, and stared at the girl standing on the stage singing while drinking.

The bun is loose and loose, and the dew is made of light makeup.

She turned around and danced lightly, her eyes as clear as blue waves, filled with a faint purity, and the curve of the corners of her mouth was as perfect as a crescent moon.

The waist is graceful like the weak willow in April, as graceful as a stunning geese, as gentle as a dragon.

"Why are you stunned? What I said is not false!" Cao Yuhao sighed proudly, "Brother, do you want to invite me to sit here for a while?"

When the singing sounded, the noisy environment immediately became quiet.

The tune is like a gurgling water and singing softly, with unique charm; sometimes it is as sad and beautiful as dew drops of bamboo leaves, making a sound that is intriguing.

Zhu Shunbang hurriedly called the waiter and placed a bill with the largest denomination in the tray, "Leave it to Miss Xiangsong and invite her to come and have a drink!"

With a cup of tea, Xiangsong's hand came late.

Zhu Shunbang stood up and "Meet me, my name is Zhu Shunbang."

His eyes swept from bottom to top and he laughed twice.

He has a good figure, so it’s okay to take it home as a concubine.

"I'm sorry, I'm polite to Mr. Zhu, I'm very happy to know you." Xiang Song smiled politely, raised his glass to clink, and then took a sip of the red wine.

Zhu Shunbang drank all the wine, put down the wine glass, and pulled the chair next to him back, "Please sit down."

Cao Yuhao said enthusiastically: "Miss Xiang, please sit down. I won't say what my name is. Just remember my brother."

Xiang Song said, "Your friend is very funny and humorous. I remember the name, Mr. Zhu Shunbang."

Zhu Shunbang picked up the red wine to pour wine for the beauty, raised his glasses and clinked the glasses together.

Xiang Song just took a sip, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhu, I can't drink enough, I can't drink with you."

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This extra... is more self-released, so you know it.

Regarding Xiangsong, you are a very surprised person you have ever seen. I wonder if you can guess, the refill babies.
Chapter completed!