knife wind town

"Release Mr. Huang, he is just a teacher."

Chen Lisong is not worried that Saburo Erto will not let Liu Guolong go, but Huang Xiaoliang's body is worrying.

"Your Majesty, please."

Saburo Erto did not respond to his request, but went forward to help Chen Lisong tidy up his clothes and cleaned up the whip marks, so there was no trace of the whipping Chen Lisong just now.

Two gendarmes with guns in their hands immediately made a gesture of invitation, not allowing Chen Lisong to have other thoughts.

Huang Xiaoliang had already woken up at this time: "Lisong, I'm fine."

Although his face was pale, he spoke energetically.

Only then did Chen Lisong see clearly that the gunshot wound on Huang Xiaoliang's chest had been treated by professional medical staff!

It seemed that the devil took good care of the three of them.

He was at the gunpoint of the devil, and the devil blocked the inside and outside of the Chen family compound, so Chen Lisong had no choice but to obediently follow Erto Saburo out of the dungeon.

Tian Bian waited for him sitting in the guest room of the Chen Family Courtyard. A group of devil gendarmes with live ammunition stood neatly at the door.

This guest room is actually Chen Tianfu's south study.

There is tea, there is a table, there is a stove, and tea is burning on the fire.

There is Tian Bian, but there is no Chen Tianfu.

"Please sit down."

Tanabe's oni-style politeness is spot on.

From Chen Lisong's point of view, this kind of politeness was definitely not for the purpose of luring Li Fei down the mountain and annihilating him.

There is nothing to be courteous, and it is either a traitor or a thief.

Chen Lisong was not polite, he sat down under the tea table carelessly, took a teacup by himself, and filled the cup with the tea boiled on the stove.

Devils' tea-making skills are similar to those of Chinese people, but most of them learn neither fish nor fowl.

Tanabe can use various types of Chinese tea and treat tea with different methods.

As soon as I smelled the aroma of the tea, I realized that it was the top-grade white tea silver needles.

"Great Zuo came to me, didn't he ask me to go to Daoxia to lure and kill Li Feijiao?"

"Li Feijiao is just a reckless martial artist, it's not worth my trouble."

Chen Lisong felt a little surprised: "What about Lin Sancai?"

"Lin Sancai is not as good as Li Feijiao, he is just a coachman."

Chen Lisong was ashamed and speechless: "Oh? It seems that the chief's request is bigger?"

"I'll tell you a story, do you want to hear it?"

"I'm now the chief's prisoner. If I say I don't want to hear it, do I have a choice?"

"No, no, Li Song-kun is not my prisoner, now you are my honored guest."

"Guest? Not a prisoner?"

"Of course, you can leave at any time."

"Really?"

Chen Lisong scanned the door of the South Study Room with his peripheral vision and spiritual sense, but he could sense that the devil's military police were guarding the door like an enemy, including Saburo Erto.

How can I hear Tanabe's nonsense?
He laughed, and while laughing, he stood up and cupped his hands towards the edge of the field and moved towards the door: "Then I still have something to do, and I will come to listen to the story of Da Zuo next time. Farewell!"

Before he moved to the door, Saburo Erto led the gendarmes to block him tightly, not allowing Chen Lisong to approach the door at all.

"Hahaha——" Chen Lisong laughed heartily, "I'm still a prisoner!"

Tanabe casually issued an order to Erto Saburo: "Get out of the way, let Li Matsu-kun leave. Tell the outside, don't stop."

"Hi!"

Saburo Erto bowed respectfully to Tanabe and motioned for the military police to make way.

The devil gendarmes gave way in unison.

Chen Lisong had also confronted Tian Bian countless times, and he knew very well that Tian Bian was a human being, and it was impossible for him to let him go so easily.

Even if Chen Lisong is allowed to leave now, Mr. Huang and Liu Guolong are still in the dungeon. How can it be so easy if he wants to leave?

He returned to the tea table and sat down carelessly, filled another cup of tea by himself, and tasted the mellow and fragrant soup of white silver needles: "I'm suddenly interested in stories, and I really want to hear the stories from the Colonel."