"Xiao Qian, why are you here?" When he saw the whole picture of the man, Wu Xuan exclaimed in disbelief. He looked at the young man who was young and had a few bruises on his cheek. His face was a little complicated.

Yang Qian was able to talk with himself. Although he had advised himself to join their organization at the beginning, he only mentioned a few words.

When he made it clear that he didn't want to join, he never mentioned it again. He didn't expect that his friend who was able to chat with him was locked up in the chain and locked up in this place!

"Is it brother Wu?" Yang Qian, who was familiar with the sound in his ear, raised his head slowly. When he saw Wu Xuan, his eyes lit up and showed some surprise. But when he saw Yao Sen beside him, the light in his eyes quickly faded.

"My Lord, Yang Qian is still young, so he should not join any riot organization? Is there any misunderstanding? "

Wu Xuan looked at the bruises on his cheek, his heart was also soft, and advised Yao Sen with a little request.

"Ha ha! This boy is as simple as you think! You have also said that this boy knows a lot about Yicheng. He is more than understanding. He is just a participant!

After the mask soldier's crazy attack, he followed a group of thugs to burn, kill and plunder in Yicheng. There are more than ten souls under his command

Yao Sen looked at Yang Qian with his head down and his eyes twinkling. There was a touch of irony in the corner of his mouth. He took the grip of the ceramic cup and took a sip of coffee. Then he said, "since you know brother Wu Xuan, you can bet on him."

"Alas Wu Xuan looked at Yang Qian with handcuffs and ankles. He sighed helplessly. There were fewer and fewer people left in the interrogation room. Without exception, a dozen prisoners were identified by Wu Xuan. He told them in detail what they had said when they contacted him.

As time went by, two prison clerks sat on their chairs, listening to Wu Xuan's words, and writing them down quickly.

When the trial was about to end, Yao Sen, who was sitting smoking, had a sudden flash of his last ring on his finger. He immediately dropped his cigarette end, said something to Wu Xuan, and walked out the door.

At the gate of the prison, Zhang Lan, who is charming and delicate in makeup, holds her arms and wears a shiny leather windbreaker. Her slim and sexy figure is very attractive outlined by a tight fur dress. Her snow-white delicate feet are set off by a pair of delicate red high heels.

Yao Sen, who came in a hurry, climbed up the stairs and got close to Zhang Lan. He showed a kind smile and said, "Lord Zhang Lan, I've got everything ready! We can start now. "

The charming Zhang Lan rolled her eyes at Yao Sen and said, "Yao Sen, you've been preparing for a long time. I've been waiting for you here for more than ten minutes! I can't wait for brother mang. "

"I understand!" Yao Sen's eyes were serious and he nodded slightly. The storage ring in his hand flashed suddenly, and he took out a simple long knife.

"The three most powerful teams of the action team have been on standby. They can go to the battlefield with a single order. But I have some doubts. How did Lord Wang Mang think of calling our team?"

Zhang Lan sighed helplessly, glanced at Yao Sen, "when you get to the place, you will understand that the situation there is really suitable for the people of your action team!"