In a simple office, Yao Sen sat in a boss's chair, with a ball point pen in his right hand and five fingers, and his brow was frowning.

Opposite the desk stood a tall, elegant, middle-aged man with glasses. Both of them were silent, and the atmosphere of the office seemed a little quiet.

After a long time, Yao Sen turned the five fingers of his ballpoint pen and stopped. He looked up at the man with glasses and said coldly:

"he Shui, you don't care how people in the shadow department do things. I'll talk to Yi Tong in person, but I'll let them out of the reward of the three practitioners!"

"If he gets the benefit, he wants our intelligence department to give him a reward. Does he treat us all as pigs?" Yao Sen disdained to smile twice, mercilessly shot the ballpoint pen on the desk!

"Yes, my Lord, I'll talk to my men!" The middle-aged man with glasses seriously agreed, frowned and hesitated: "Mr. Yao Sen, I'd better pay for the money for the time being. Although there are a lot of five million yuan, we can still squeeze it out!"

Yao Sen thought it over and nodded slightly, "OK, after all, this reward is related to the integrity of your newspaper. You should settle it first, and I'll ask the shadow department for the money later!"

"Good Lord!"

...

at the same time, in the underground prison of Gushan City, three practitioners are sitting on the cold and wet concrete floor in a mess, looking at the prison guardrail with high-voltage electricity in front of them, with despair and anxiety in their hearts.

Staying here is already a lamb to be slaughtered. They don't want to get away now, but worry about what kind of torture these human beings will use to torture them.

"Two younger martial brothers, don't worry. Lord Xuema has passed on the secret of Wang Mang's character to Shifu before.

Shifu told me that even being tortured is nothing but fear. As long as he gives some misleading tips combined with poor intelligence, Wang Mang will believe it! "

The elder elder brother looked at the two younger brothers beside him with a flustered and uneasy look. He comforted them with the secret method of voice transmission.

Of course, what he said was also true. The reason why he didn't fight with his classmates was that he had such a mind.

It's valuable to die, at least let these human beings suffer a big loss when they are exposed to the Allied forces! That's the way to die! ... just the lives of the two younger martial brothers... Alas!

The elder martial brother with severed arms heard the speech, and his uneasy face was slightly relieved. "Elder martial brother, I know the truth, but I'm just tortured. As long as I can save my life, I will never tell the truth!"

The other nodded firmly, "elder martial brother, don't worry, we will keep silent. You can't bear to torture and pass the misleading information to them. In this way, we will do our last part!"

"Kick! Kick! Kick The sound of the collision between the thick soled leather boots and the ground came from far and near. The three people looked at each other and stopped the sound transmission. They lowered their heads, looked at their noses and cared about each other.

The sound of the boots trampling on the ground just stopped at the door of the prison, "you! Get out of here

When they heard the words, they looked up and saw a young man with tall and straight figure, bronze skin and curly hair squinting at them. The man with his fingers happened to be the elder martial brother of that year.