"Why are Zhonghai so small now? Is that old man Miao Xinghai dead?" Luo Yu suddenly remembered something and asked the bald head.
Miao Xinghai, the underground emperor of Zhonghai, was unknown to many people in the world. The young man in front of him actually called him by his first name. He covered his swollen mouth with his bald head and was so panicked that he couldn't speak clearly: "Mr. Miao has washed his hands long ago. Now it's
His eldest son is in charge of the Miao Group."
"The old man is not dead." Luo Yu then smiled, "I'm telling you, how could he die so easily if he was so bad?"
The footsteps of prison guards patrolling could be heard outside. Luo Yu seemed to be fine, and slowly walked up to the other two people, grabbed their collars and pulled their heads back from the fence.
"430, what did you yell at just now?" Although I knew that the people inside were untouchable, I still had to act like it.
"Kill people..." Luo Yu sat on the chair without raising her head.
The bald man took a breath. This time he really hit a wall. Even the prison guards ignored him. Who is this person?
Out of the corner of his eyes, he accidentally glanced at Luo Yu's ankles, and saw a thin piece of red rope falling on the outside of his frayed jeans.
"Hiss", the bald head's pupils shrank instantly, "This man..."
Footsteps suddenly sounded in the corridor, and it sounded like there were quite a few people there. Luo Yu raised her head: "Why is it so noisy today?"
The clattering footsteps stopped at the door of 430. Luo Yu frowned and walked to the door and put her face against the fence: "Who..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a smiling face approaching from outside the door: "Xiaoyu, I found you."
On the way to the warden's office, Luo Yu kept staring at the owner of that face, the director of the National Security Bureau, 55-year-old Zhao Zhicheng.
"Xiaoyu, you...what are you looking at?" Zhao Zhicheng couldn't stand being stared at by Luo Yu's face that showed no sign of anger.
"I was wondering who snitched that I was here." From the corner of Luo Yu's eyes, he glanced at the warden of Fox River Prison, He Weiguo, who was accompanying him from time to time.
He Weiguo took out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat on his head: "Xiaoyu, your Uncle Zhao cares about me asking for someone, and there's nothing I can do about it."
The prison guards at the back were okay. They all knew that Luo Yu was half the overlord in this prison, but the special police officers around Zhao Zhicheng looked at each other: "Who is this person? He can actually talk to Director Zhao like this."
Luo Yu snorted and walked into the warden's office and sat on a chair.
Zhao Zhicheng waved his hand to signal others to go out. At this moment, only Zhao Zhicheng, Luo Yu and He Weiguo were left in the entire office.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Luo Yu picked up a pen on the table and turned it around in his hand.
"Xiao Yu, your parents asked me to tell you that they miss you so much." Zhao Zhicheng looked at Luo Yu and noticed the change in his expression.
"Oh, tell them that I miss them too. I just said that I would go find them in a few years." Luo Yu had no expression on her face, cursing in her heart: "What kind of parents are you, a diplomat, who left me alone in the country and sent me to another country?"
In that special training camp, I learned nothing but killing."
"Also, your sister asked me to bring a gift." Zhao Zhicheng took out a small pink box from his bag and placed it in front of Luo Yu.
A small pink paper box and a big pink bow. Luo Yu picked it up and said, "It's so light. What did she say it was?"
"No, your sister said you'll know when you open it." Zhao Zhicheng held back his laughter and looked back at He Weiguo, who also had a tense face, but everyone could see the smile in his eyes.
Luo Yu untied the bow and opened the box: "Is this it?" What was in his hand was a pink condom. He shook it in his hand, and a small piece of paper fell out, with a line of small words written on it: "Brother, you
You're an adult now, my sister will visit you later, remember to use this."
"This person..." Luo Yu was speechless for a moment.
Zhao Zhicheng watched with embarrassment as Luo Yu took the one in his hand and gestured with it several times, shaking his head repeatedly and muttering: "It's too small..."