Wen Xiaoyu was very calm, just like nothing happened. He continued to wash up. The next morning, Wen Xiaoyu and his group were taken to a mine for labor reform. There were guards everywhere. Wen Xiaoyu was much stronger than others, and he worked very hard when working. Others needed two or three people to push a car. Wen Xiaoyu usually did it alone. Among all the people who worked, Wen Xiaoyu was the most hardworking.

Everyone didn't understand why this young man worked so hard. In fact, only Wen Xiaoyu knew in his heart that he was venting again. At noon, when it was about to eat, there would be a period of rest. Wen Xiaoyu was by the side, drank a little water, and then sat alone in the corner. He looked at the crowd around him and thought about the man's words last night.

Not far away, the prison guard on duty was just about to change shifts, and they rushed to the place where they had eaten. The prison guard had just walked forward, and there were three or four figures on the side, running towards Wen Xiaoyu. One of them was holding a big stone in his hand, and the other took out an iron pliers from somewhere. Wen Xiaoyu looked at them calmly, and he stood up from the ground.

At this time, the prison guard not far away had noticed the situation here, blew hard and roared, but these people obviously ignored the police there and rushed towards Wen Xiaoyu. There was a small cart next to Wen Xiaoyu. Wen Xiaoyu got up, grabbed the cart with both hands, gritted his teeth, and threw it hard, and threw it directly. With a "bang!", the cart directly smashed over a man.

In just a moment, another man threw the stick on it. Wen Xiaoyu subconsciously raised his hand, and when he raised his hand, his arms chilled.

Only then did he see that there was a dagger at the top of the iron rod. The dagger was wrapped tightly with tape around the top of the dagger. Wen Xiaoyu's forearm was cut open. The man had no intention of stopping at all. He stabbed the iron rod at Wen Xiaoyu's heart like crazy.

Wen Xiaoyu dodged quickly, and dodged the man and grabbed his wrist. He punched his other hand and swung him to the side face, and then swung him to the ground. When he turned around, a man on the side held a big stone in both hands, shouting wildly, trying to hit the big stone on Wen Xiaoyu's head. Wen Xiaoyu turned around and kicked him in the chest, kicked him out and fell heavily to the ground.

Wen Xiaoyu looked at the first man lying in front of him. Looking at the blood on his forearm, a trace of ferocity flashed across his face, and he raised his fist from the side. At this time, the prison guards next to him had rushed over. They rushed to Wen Xiaoyu's side. One of them was aimed at Wen Xiaoyu with an electric baton. Many prison guards from all directions rushed over. Wen Xiaoyu's eyes became calm and he slowly raised his hands.

Because of his forearm injury, Wen Xiaoyu was taken away from the mine and directly to the nearby infirmary to bandage the wound. This afternoon, it was also a rare leisure time. It was not a big deal for Wen Xiaoyu. So many people saw it, so the prison didn't say anything.

However, in order to prevent such a thing from happening, the prison did not let Wen Xiaoyu work at the mine and changed his working environment. At the same time, he was interrogating the prisoners. After a whole day of busyness, he returned to the cell at night, and Wen Xiaoyu was still as usual.

He saw the man who reported to him last night, but the man didn't know Wen Xiaoyu. Wen Xiaoyu naturally didn't talk to him, punching, washing, and lying on the bed, because of fatigue, Wen Xiaoyu fell asleep quickly. Just when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly felt a little movement. Someone kicked his feet again, and their beds were next to each other. Wen Xiaoyu slowly opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he found that four or five people appeared beside him, one of whom had a steel wire in his hand. Wen Xiaoyu was shocked.

When the person on the opposite side saw Wen Xiaoyu opening his eyes, he immediately became anxious and said, "Kill him!" The man who led the lead roared and strangled Wen Xiaoyu's neck with a steel wire. The remaining three or four people all jumped onto Wen Xiaoyu's bed, tried their best to hold Wen Xiaoyu tightly on the bed. Wen Xiaoyu's limbs were pressed down. The man used the steel wire to rib Wen Xiaoyu's neck. Wen Xiaoyu couldn't even breathe.

The expression was very painful. He couldn't even use his whole body to exert it at this time. His expression was very painful and he couldn't breathe. The four or five people next to him were also crazy and he was on Wen Xiaoyu's neck. Seeing that Wen Xiaoyu was about to breathe, his eyes were a little confused. Many people in the cell were watching, but no one came to help, and there was not even a single person calling for the police. At this extremely urgent moment, the man who reported the message to Wen Xiaoyu last night stood up from the side. When he got up, a sharp wooden stick that had been cut appeared on his hand. Although it was wood, it had enough lethality.

He went over and raised the wooden stick in his hand and pierced it directly into the annoying forearm that tightened Wen Xiaoyu's neck. The prisoner let go of Wen Xiaoyu with a scream, and then the man raised his hand and punched him down, turned around and pierced the wooden stick on the thigh of another person. He went up and sucked the other person's neck and pulled the other person down. He held the wooden stick tightly in his hand. After the man fell to the ground, he went up and pierced the wooden stick into his calf. The man screamed again.

The prisoner who had just ribbed Wen Xiaoyu's neck, covered in blood on his arms, roared angrily, rushed over and hugged the man directly from behind. Another person who had been pierced by him, snatched the wooden stick in the man's hand and stabbed him wildly at his lower abdomen. The man opposite widened his eyes.

The wooden stick pierced into his body, and blood slowly flowed out along his lower abdomen. Everyone next to him was stunned. Wen Xiaoyu was lying on the bed. After a long time of hard work, he was still coughing hard, but he also saw everything in front of him.

"Kill people! Kill people!" Someone in the cell finally couldn't control it and roared. The prisoner holding the man subconsciously let go of the man. The other person held a wooden stick in his hand and looked at Wen Xiaoyu. At this time, the two of them had a trace of a desperate expression on their faces. They rushed towards Wen Xiaoyu. This was really for Wen Xiaoyu to die. Wen Xiaoyu had not recovered yet. He lay on the bed, used all his strength to turn over, and then he fell to the ground. His front foot fell to the ground. The man holding the wooden stick was pierced on the bed. He pulled out the wooden stick and raised it and shouted wildly. As Wen Xiaoyu was about to greet him, the sound of a gunshot "Bang!"

The man was shot in his arm and the wooden stick fell to the ground. At this moment, all the police outside rushed in, holding the weapons in his hand, yelled, and aimed at the prisoners beside Wen Xiaoyu. The prisoners dared not take action at this time, and all raised their hands.

Wen Xiaoyu was lying on the ground, his expression still felt very painful. The marks on his neck were so conspicuous that blood was flowing out. He was feeling a little uncomfortable when he spoke. Looking at the man lying on the ground, he crawled over step by step and climbed to the man's side.

He covered the man's lower abdomen, and blood from the corner of the man's mouth was flowing out. Wen Xiaoyu looked frightened. He didn't even know what the man's name was. He was stunned at this moment. He was covered in blood and his injuries were too serious. When the prison guards here were still calling an ambulance, the man no longer breathed. Wen Xiaoyu looked at the man who was lying on the ground and didn't even know what the man was called.

He roared with a loud "Ah!" and lost his mind in anger. He didn't know where he got his strength. He turned around and pushed a prison guard away, rushed over to the two prisoners over there, and he looked like he was going to kill. The remaining prison guards next to him took out an electric baton and lit up a fierce electric shock at Wen Xiaoyu. Wen Xiaoyu's mouth foamed and his whole body began to twitch, and his body slowly fell to the ground.

There was a smell of burnt around, and everyone in the cell was stunned at this moment...

The Zheng family’s luxurious villa is in Zheng Hetai’s study. Zheng Hetai and Zheng Chenglong are sitting face to face. The atmosphere beside him is a bit serious. Zheng Chenglong is full of alcohol. He came here after drinking a lot of alcohol.

Zheng Hetai didn't even look at him, "Get out, I'm annoyed when I look at you now, do you know? What else can I do besides drinking all day long?"

"I have to drink this wine. If I don't drink it, there are so many things that I can't say. I, Zheng Chenglong, is a prodigal son, but I'm not a fool."

"You are not as good as a fool, stay away from me!" Zheng Hetai's desk was placed with many company documents. Zheng Hetai seemed very tired. There were so many things in this company every day that made him feel a little breathless. I don't know what happened to Zheng Chenglong tonight, but he ran to his study room for the first time. In fact, the father and son have not communicated for a long time. Zheng Hetai is busy with company affairs every day, going out early and returning late, and at home, basically dealing with company affairs in the study room. Zheng Chenglong does not do anything else except drinking and picking up girls every day. He rarely asks for money with Zheng Hetai, and most of them talk to his mother. He is a mother who is very accustomed to his children, and is no exception.
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