When Du He heard this, he was really stunned.

For two days, Du He was silently thrown into the prison, squatting in a small prison like endless. Du He himself felt that he was deliberately forgotten. Perhaps it was because Rilke wanted him to suffer a lot here, or perhaps because someone outside, such as Luo Haosheng, used money.

But just one night later, people came to the door.

Are the top-notch bigwigs doing things so well?

Du He couldn't help but doubt.

However, after seeing the two Chinese guarding the bulging money in their pockets, Du He quickly understood why he was arraigned.

Du He patted the soil on his shoulder, stood up, and calmly said to one of the guards: "You two want to judge me because I blocked your handicap?"

The Chinese guard was so angry that he waved his hand and whipped Du and the hampered white face, shouting: "Boy is looking for a fight!"

Du He turned his head to avoid the cold whip, raised his hand, accurately caught the whip guarded by the Chinese, and asked indifferently: "Is life worth a foreign dollar here?"

The Chinese guard seemed to be stunned by Du He's skills, and he was not in a hurry to take back the whip. He gave another guard a wink and said with a sneer: "A Yangyuan? Boy, you have to know that life is the most valuable thing here. Sometimes, even a bowl of porridge is not worth it!"

As soon as the words were finished, the two guards moved at the same time, and the whip was snatched away, while the rubber stick was holding the slam toward Du He's face behind him.

The prison never determines the importance of taking action, and it is important to knock down the prisoner. As long as you have a breath, there will be a quarter of people paying for the capital. Are people alive or dead? Isn’t it a matter of one or two transactions on the books?

Du He saw the contempt in the eyes of the two guards, and also saw the mockery on the faces of the Indian guards who were blocking their way around.

The same tribes are slaughtering each other, aren’t these outsiders watching the fun?

Du He sighed, and a deep sadness appeared in his heart. The last trace of hesitation also disappeared with the sorrow. Without any mercy, Du He suddenly bent backwards, and a brief and somersault was flipped in the iron bridge. Not only did he avoid the rubber stick, but he also snatched the whip in his hand.

When everyone was not aware of it, while the last few prisoners were curiously waiting to listen to the gossip news of the arraignment, Du He took a lightning strike and knocked the two Chinese guards to the ground, and the extremely loud air explosion followed.

Du He started out with playing cards, and he possessed the talent of learning from other things for all tools mastered by skillfulness.

Weapons like whips are originally more feminine weapons, so when using whips, they do not focus on the size of their strength, but on the rotation and softness of their waists, legs and arms. By keenly grasping the muscles and bones of the whip, they control the attack method and weight. They are extremely difficult to get started.

However, at Du He, he just beat him a few times, and then he gradually mastered the key points. By the sixth time, he could use a whip to stop the two Chinese guards from escaping from the ground and knocking them all over the ground.

The Indian guards just sneered and watched, and there was also a cheering Du He for applause, shouting in awkward Chinese: "Kung Fu, oh Chinese Kung Fu!"

Du He hugged a fist, took out the pile of broken banknotes from the pockets of the two Chinese guards, handed them to the applauded Indian guards, and said in English: "It seems that the two guards cannot send me to interrogation, so please give me a ride?"

The Indian guard's eyes lit up, and he took the bag of money without hesitation, and agreed with a smile: "No problem, no problem, you are such a good Chinese with eyes!"

"It's a vision, respected guardian."

Du He and the Indian guards patted each other on the shoulders, and no one cared about the two Chinese guards on the ground, and the five walked towards another building with laughter.

Along the way, Du He was quietly using his foreign experiences to gain the favorability of Indian guards. Indian guards are under the jurisdiction of the British consulate in China, and all treatments are equivalent to those of British citizens. However, Du He knew that in the UK, Indians and British were completely different from those of the British.

The British regarded India as their colony and regarded the Indians as the cheek labor force that planted crops and sold their labor. Many Indians struggled to survive under the rule of the British and were even less treated as good as those of the Chinese living on the beach.

Therefore, under Du He's clever guidance, the Indian guards quickly shared the same hatred with Du He, and regarded Du He as a promising young man with vision and insight, and even had a bit of intimacy.

In a foreign land, he must be arrogant and be under the rule of the British. He can clearly be above ten thousand people, but he has the "under one person" above his head. Indians have a very complicated attitude towards the British, but they definitely have no good feelings.

More than ten minutes later, when Du He was finally sent to the interrogation room, the four Indian guards were reluctant to let Du He go in.

"Du, we will talk to you, don't worry, today is just a routine interrogation, don't talk back, you will be able to go back soon."

The Indian Watchman, who is obsessed with Chinese Kung Fu, has communicated his name with Du He. After carefully telling Du He about some precautions, the Indian young man who is about Du He but has been in Tilanqiao Prison for six years in Shanghai waved goodbye to Du He.

Before he could go far, Du He turned around and saw four people competing for the pack of scattered money.

The guard who received the reception gave Du He a moment, and Du He followed him downstairs honestly.

Yes, here, the interrogation was conducted underground.

Before coming in, Du He heard about all the secret terrors in it, so Du He obediently stuffed a ten-dollar bill into the guard's pocket. The guard looked ahead, as if he had not noticed Du He's little movement, but the corner of his mouth happily raised upwards, swaying his arm inadvertently, and put the banknotes deep in his pocket.

While passing a dungeon, Du He met an acquaintance, Hammer, who was locked on a dark wooden pillar.

"Why is he here too? Because he just had a fight?"

Du He asked softly.

The guard replied in a low voice: "He offended the big man above. He pointed out that he would come in and suffer. If you are smart, don't have any connection with him, and don't recognize anyone you know before."

"Who did you offend?"

Du He asked again.

The guard's expression flashed with impatience, and Du He, who was on the road, handed over another bill.

The guard looked carefully before and after, and then said patiently: "Rilke."

Du He smiled, didn't say anything, and never handed in the ticket again.

The guard also successfully sent Du He to another pillar and winked his acquaintance. The guard felt that he was worthy of the money in his pocket, so he retired successfully.

Du He frowned and looked at the pillar in front of him. Compared to the three-meter-high pillar on the hammer, Du He's one was too short, only one meter exposed outside, and the rest was under the dark water surface.

This is actually a water prison.
Chapter completed!