The afterglow of the setting sun shines over the Longcheng Prison near Hongshan, making this mysterious prison look particularly heavy.
Through the narrow window, the rays of sunlight shone in this cell of less than ten square meters. A young man's hands and feet were locked with heavy shackles. However, he still performed a set of boxing skills easily and freely. It was very strange.
The simple martial arts boxing, but under his play, became very powerful and should not be underestimated.
This is a place that frightens all the prisoners in Longcheng Prison. No prisoner dares to enter here. It is as if this is his place and no one can intrude upon it.
On the sharp face, there is a gloomy look in the deep eyes. A perfect man's body is bare-chested, with bulging muscles, exuding a strong masculine beauty.
The exposed back was covered with scars of varying lengths, making it look ferocious and terrifying. However, to him, every scar here represented a story and an achievement of his. But now, it has disappeared.
What kind of man would have so many scars? Is he a heinous villain or a murderer?
On the triceps of his arm, there was a large scar from a hot iron. There was once a code name that he was proud of tattooed there, but now, he angrily used the scar from the hot iron to cover up the word that he was once proud of.
After a set of military punches, the man took a deep breath. He turned around and kicked the cell door hard. The steel cell door suddenly made a loud noise, and the steel bars were twisted by the kick. Looking at this
In one scene, the man smiled slightly, a little evil, a little domineering, a little arrogant.
Even in his current state, he is still a dragon.
The man slowly sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and looked like an old monk in meditation.
The footsteps of "dong dong dong" are approaching!
"Yang Ling, someone wants to see you!" The prison guard walked to the door of the cell and opened it. Behind him, followed a young man wearing camouflage, exuding a strong military aura.
The man slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look, smiled disdainfully, and closed his eyes again.
The camouflage man couldn't help but frown, obviously feeling extremely disgusted and disgusted by his attitude, but he endured it and said nothing.
"Yang Ling, do you hear me? Someone wants to see you. Come out quickly." The prison guard glanced at the camouflage man awkwardly and smiled. He really didn't want to set foot in this cell if it wasn't necessary.
Yang Ling still closed his eyes and paid no attention to it. A trace of violence flashed in the camouflage man's eyes, and he bent down and walked in.
"Someone wants to see you, come with me!" A trace of violence flashed in the camouflage man's eyes, and his attitude was tough.
"No time." Yang Ling replied coldly.
The man in camouflage was stunned for a moment and snorted coldly, "They say that you, the former Dragon King, were the best in the army, but I don't really believe it. I'm afraid it's just rumors and there are many untrue elements, right?"
"Do you want to try it?" A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Ling's mouth, a bit cold and violent.
"Yes. I really want to know whether the so-called number one master is just an illusion." The man in camouflage said provocatively.
"You will know soon." Yang Ling slammed his hands on the ground, turned his body, spun his feet in the air, and stood up. Without saying a word, Yang Ling suddenly stomped the ground with his right foot, and shot like an arrow.
Go out. There are deep cracks on the marble floor.
The camouflage man was stunned, not daring to be careless, and hurriedly waved his fists to greet him. He couldn't help but feel secretly surprised. It seemed that the title of Dragon King was not just what it looked like. When his fists met, the camouflage man felt a powerful force rushing towards him.
As he rushed forward, his body staggered back involuntarily.
However, Yang Ling did not stop there. He quickly followed up and kicked the camouflage man hard with a side kick. The camouflage man had no time to dodge and hurriedly reached out to block. There was a "bang" and the camouflage man felt a pain in his arm.
, staggered and fell to the ground, breaking the bones of his arm.
"I don't care who you are or who wants to see me. From the moment I enter here, no one can speak to me in a commanding tone." Yang Ling's tone was cold and violent, and there was a chill in his eyes.
It seems to be able to freeze a person instantly.
"Haha, the Dragon King is worthy of being the Dragon King. It seems that the life in prison has not defeated you. Very good, you are worthy of being my soldier." Along with a burst of hearty laughter, an old man walked in slowly from the outside. Short.
His figure gives people a tall and domineering feeling, and his hearty laughter makes his serious face become friendly.
The prison guard hurriedly performed a military salute. The old man nodded slightly, waved his hand, and signaled him to retreat. Then he walked into the cell, glanced at the camouflage man lying on the ground, and shook his head helplessly, "Today is the day.
Your luck, if he hadn't been merciful, you would have been a corpse. Get out!"
The camouflage man stood up with support, bent down towards the old man, and bowed out respectfully, his face embarrassed, ashamed, and ashamed.
"I know you have a lot of questions, let's have a cigarette and talk slowly." The old man took out a cigarette and handed it over.
Yang Ling reached out and took the red panda specially provided by the military region, sniffed it, and held it in his mouth.
The old man took out a lighter and lit it for him, very satisfied with his attitude of neither being humble nor overbearing.
"Aren't you curious why I came to see you?" After a long time, the old man couldn't help but speak.
"Why?" Yang Ling replied lightly, his attitude showing that he didn't care about this issue. His extreme calmness, to outsiders, seemed like an unfathomable city, which made the old man admire him even more.
"A year ago, the mission failed, and only one person in the entire team survived. Logically speaking, it should have been meritorious, but..., he was imprisoned because of it. Do you regret it?" The old man sighed silently and looked at
Yang Ling's eyes were filled with deep sadness.
"There is nothing to regret. If you give me another chance, I believe I will still do it. Many things are not judged by right or wrong, as long as you have a clear conscience." Yang Ling responded lightly and took a deep breath.
Smoke, blow out a puff of smoke.
In the haze, a trace of crystal sparkled in his deep eyes.
He regretted that the other party ruined his career as a professional soldier and lost the glory he had bought with his blood.
Nothing is more tragic for a little person than this!
"I haven't seen you for so long, do you hate me?" The old man's tone was full of self-blame.