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"Alright!"

Zheng Yu seriously replied, he was also extremely vigilant.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the jail turned out the lights on time, but the single room was better than the large shared room, and there was a small lamp to light it up.

Zheng Yu lightly turned the lamp's button on the bed and went back to bed, creating the illusion that they were already asleep.

The first half of the night was very short, only four hours. Zheng Yu opened his eyes to the middle of the night, but he did not discover anything strange, he only heard the snores from the room next door.

After midnight, Zhong Wentao woke up on time. After sleeping for four hours, he had become much more energetic and started to cultivate on the long night.

Time passed minute by second, Zheng Yu slept like a dead pig, occasionally he would groan twice, but Zhong Wentao did not mind.

After four o'clock in the morning, Zhong Wentao completed a large circulation of spiritual energy and became aware of the soft sounds of footsteps.

This was not the time for the watchman to patrol the night, and no one should walk around.

He immediately lay down and pretended to be asleep.

His footsteps were light and gentle. It was obvious that he did not want anyone to find out where he was. However, in the darkness of the night, even the tiniest sound could be heard.

Finally, the man stopped outside the single room where Zhong Wentao and the rest were, and stood there quietly, as if he was trying to determine if the person inside was awake or not.

Next was the sound of a lock being unlocked. This person had a key!

Realizing this, Zhong Wentao immediately understood that someone inside the prison was trying to kill him.

Zheng Yu also woke up, and remained in his original position, not daring to move.

The action of the person who opened the door was very light, it was obvious that he did not want to wake them up either. When he came to Zheng Yu's window, the man's head was lowered, so close that his face was almost pressed on Zheng Yu's face. He was trying to discern who was on the bed.

Zheng Yu could feel the person's breath on his face. This disgusting feeling almost made him tremble.

Zhong Wentao held onto a small piece of blade blade in his hand, which he had been hiding in his shoes the entire time as an emergency measure.

If this man dared to make a move, he would use this knife to cut his neck. He could also get him to leave the prison as soon as possible.

The man straightened up and tried to look at the bed.

Suddenly, a voice came from outside, causing the man to jump in fright. He quickly left the room without even closing his eyes.

After waiting for a while and making sure that the man would not come back, Zheng Yu got off the bed, closed the lock, and went back to sleep.

When the sky brightened, the man would not come back again, so Zhong Wentao did not stay up late either, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

They just didn't see who it was, which made them a little disappointed.

Who was the one who was going to deal with them?

Who was it?

When they woke up again, something had happened in the jail. A guard had been killed last night, in the guardhouse on their floor, and was still bleeding when he was found. The time of his death was assumed to be within a few hours.

While they were eating, Zhong Wentao listened attentively to the surrounding prisoners discussing about this matter. He suspected that the guard's death was related to the man who appeared yesterday.

Either the man killed the jailer or the man was the jailer.

However, since everyone was dead, there was nothing they could do about it.

After drinking a mouthful of white porridge, Zhong Wentao felt his stomach ease up a little. Without Zhou Zihan's food, he really felt that it was hard to swallow.

On the other hand, Zheng Yu didn't have to worry about it. When he was the poorest of his life and couldn't even eat these things, Zheng Yu was already very satisfied.

"Master, you're too delicate."

Zheng Yu said softly, pretending to be dissatisfied.

Zhong Wentao only smiled and shook his head, he did not say much.

Daily activities are the same, cleaning, planting, gardening... All of them needed to be done by the people in the jail, and that was free hard labor.

After feeding the hen some food, Zhong Wentao picked a fat hen for her to eat more. He hoped that the eggs for breakfast tomorrow would be a little fresher.

"Master, Brother Qiang is here."

Zheng Yu said softly, interrupting his' communication 'with the hen.

Clapping his hands, Zhong Wentao turned around to look. There was another flattering person at the side of the Brother Qiang, a few people were walking over to them.

"Brother Qiang."

Zhong Wentao did not want to get involved with any of these people, Brother Qiang was suspicious of what happened last night.

"My little brother was interrupted by you, how are you going to settle this debt?"

The fact that the Brother Qiang directly spoke made him puzzled.

The yellow-hair's hand did not break. He knew very well that Brother Qiang was obviously trying to cause trouble.

"What do you mean!"

Zheng Yu rushed out and blocked in front of Zhong Wentao.

The Brother Qiang did not speak and waved his hand. The yellow hair slowly walked over from afar, and after being touched by Zhong Wentao the previous day, his hands were dripping with blood.

After losing so much blood, his wrist was deliberately broken by someone, and it was bloody and brutal.

Glancing at Brother Qiang, they understood that this was a pengci!

Yesterday, his hand was still fine, but today, he had just lost blood and it was still warm. Clearly, it had just been broken a few minutes ago.

To think that the Brother Qiang would be able to use such a clumsy method of framing.

"Do you have evidence?"

Zhong Wentao calmly spoke, not minding at all.

The yellow haired man was in excruciating pain, but he had to endure it, not daring to say a word. It was obvious that the people in the jail were being suppressed by the Brother Qiang, how could this black fatty have that kind of ability?

He was quite curious about the person behind him.

"These people are all evidence. They saw you break the yellow-hair's hand with their own eyes. If you kneel down and apologize to me, then forget it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good for you to get into trouble with the prison guards!"

The Brother Qiang threatened coldly, obviously doing this on purpose.

Zhong Wentao looked at yellow-hair sympathetically, but chose to shake his head.

Brother Qiang kicked the yellow-hair's stomach, causing him to wail in pain on the ground, unable to say a word.

Not long after, the guards appeared and helped yellow-hair up, asking him about the situation.

Pointing the finger that wasn't broken at all, he pointed to Zhong Wentao and confirmed that it was Zhong Wentao who did it. Many people around echoed his words and recognized Zhong Wentao.

"What do you say?"

The prison guard directly asked. It was obvious that Black Pang was educating the newbies. He usually accepted Black Pang's things, so he naturally had to speak up for him.

"It's not me."

Zhong Wentao calmly said, but he did not mind.

"These people all say it's you, even if you don't admit it, it's useless. Come with me, you're in for it, I'll give you three days of confinement!"

The prison guard shouted, making the black fatty very satisfied.

The guard was more satisfied with his gesture for the money.

Zhong Wentao stood at his original position, not intending to follow the prison guard and leave.

"What are you waiting for?"

The prison guard took out a baton from his waist and threatened Zhong Wentao. As long as Zhong Wentao was not obedient, he would be hit and solved with the baton.

"I didn't do it."

Zhong Wentao calmly repeated.

"This person's hand was broken by steel. There's no blood on my hands or body, so it's very obvious."

"You …"

The prison guard was furious, he never thought that Zhong Wentao would actually not know what's good for him.

Zhong Wentao had to fight to solve the problem that was only solved in three days. This was a prison, it did not have human rights!

Gripping his baton tightly, the prison guard quickly rushed forward and raised his hand to hit Zhong Wentao's head. If he really swung his baton down, most of Zhong Wentao's body would be crippled as well.

He raised his hands and grabbed the baton, using a little strength, the baton was in Zhong Wentao's hands and he quickly swung it. The sound of the wind breaking sounded in the guard's ears, and the baton stopped beside his head, just one centimeter away.

The loud ringing in his ears caused the guard to fall to the ground, his body twitching so nervously that he almost fainted.

When all the criminals saw this scene, they retreated quickly and looked at Zhong Wentao nervously. They did not know what to do, they had never seen this kind of person before!

Zheng Yu took advantage of the chaos to hide in the crowd, not letting more people know that they were in the same group.

Dozens of prison guards rushed over with truncheons in their hands. Relying on Zhong Wentao alone to leave this place was an easy task, but that would cause a huge sensation, letting the people of the Vastheaven Sect know of his situation. In the future, he would become a wanted criminal in China, and would never be able to return to the Pine City.

Zheng Yu was still here, he could not bring Zheng Yu along to become a fugitive.

"Zhong Wentao, quickly put down your weapon and surrender. Otherwise, your pistol will be shot!"

The leader of the guards used his loudspeaker to shout, hoping to yell at Zhong Wentao.

The rest of the prisoners were all squatting on the ground, not daring to act rashly.

This jail was an ordinary place, and normally it didn't have such a large lineup. Even the black fatty felt terrified.

Throwing the baton on the ground, Zhong Wentao slowly squatted and pondered on how he could cover up this matter.

A few of the guards carefully stepped forward, but just as they were about to touch his body, they heard yellow-hair's miserable howl and spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

The black fatty was clearly panicking as well. He didn't expect the yellow-hair's injury to be this severe.

"Call the doctor and nurse!"

The guards shouted, and someone was about to carry the blonde to the infirmary.

"No way!"

Zhong Wentao shouted.

"Don't touch him, he'll die!"

When these words came out, the prison guards stopped in their tracks. They naturally knew who Zhong Wentao was, he was the great hero of the Pine City in the past, the most famous young genius doctor.

The prison guards still believed his words and did not dare to move a muscle. Otherwise, it would not be a good thing for them if a prisoner died. This person was about to be released from prison in three months.

"Can you cure him?"

The medal on his chest was different from the others. It should be the one that was in charge of the jail.

After confirming this point, Zhong Wentao immediately said, "I must know how he became like this, or else there's no way to cure him. I haven't touched him, I must find out who acted first and ask them in detail."

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