V2.Chapter 722 (1/2)

When the moon was hanging in the sky, Wang Fan, carrying a whole bottle of red wine, followed Mr. Su and came to the fourth prison area of huoshao island for the first time.

The iron door was creaked open. The guard standing behind the iron door saluted Mr. Su and handed him a bunch of keys.

”Brother Jian, this way, please.” Mr. Su made a please sign with a smile.

If it wasn't for Wang Fan who was still wearing the prison clothes here, it would be easy for you to mistake him for a gentleman who was very popular with politicians.

Wang Fan nodded with a cigarette in his mouth and continued to follow the commander Su, walking to the depth of the fourth prison area. His eyes looked around, looking for the trace of ghost uncle.

However, at this time, the fourth prison area was quiet and frightening, just like walking into the morgue.

In addition to the moonlight from the top of the head, there was no light in the fourth cell. Even the prison guards standing at the door of each cell looked like the paper stabbing people in front of the mourning hall. There was no anger or expression on their faces.

”Hua La”

The key chain in officer Su's hand shook. He picked out one of the keys and went to one of the cells.

The guard standing in front of the prison door saw Mr. Su walking in. He just glanced at the key in his hand and then returned to the previous state. He didn't even want to say anything.

When the cell door was opened, officer Su stood at the door and looked inside. Then he turned to Wang Fan and said, ”brother Jian, I'll wait for you at the door!”

”Hard work!” Wang Fan promised, then carrying a bottle into the cell.

The cells here are not as spacious as those of brother Hao. Maybe there is no more comfortable cell on the whole burning island except for the cells of fat corpse and iron hand.

There was no light or moonlight in the narrow cell. After all, there were no windows and no lighting equipment.

In the dark corner, a rickety figure stood there. If it wasn't for the light in his eyes, you couldn't believe that he was a living man.

”Brother Hao said, you once asked him a word, kill people and set fire to the golden belt, build bridges and roads, no corpses?” Wang Fan, who was standing at the door, did not rush into the cell, but stood there and asked aloud.

”He asked you to come to me?” Asked the figure in the corner.

”Yes.” Wang Fan replied.

”Why should I believe you?” The man asked again.

”Jingling”

A mass of black things were thrown on the ground. Wang Fan straightened his prison clothes and looked at the figure in the corner with a smile.

”This is the chain on his feet!” Asked the man.

”What else?” Wang Fan returned with a smile.

”What did he ask you to do with me?” The man is still standing in the corner, low voice asked.

Shaking the bottle in his hand, Wang Fan replied: ”brother Hao, let me buy you a drink, and let me tell you a word.”

”What's that?” The man's voice trembled.

”Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!” Wang Fan looked at the figure in the corner and said word by word.

”Did he really say that? Really? ” The man's voice was more trembling, and he asked excitedly.

”What else?” Wang Fan asked with a smile.