Chen Xiao's hand strongly grabbed the machete in Long Jiuling's hand.

Long Jiuling smiled and realized the kind of warmth of being powerless again. When he was powerless, a man came out to carry all the warmth for her.

She let go of her hand and nodded to Chen Xiao.

After Chen Xiao gave her a reassuring smile, he clenched the big knife and then his smile disappeared.

Turning his head slowly, Chen Xiao looked at the prefect and said:

"As it said, your son is dead!"

"Chen Xiao, you...you dare!" The prefect shouted angrily!

Chen Xiao showed a strange smile, then raised the sword and slowly placed it on the back of Zhao Peng's neck.

Zhao Peng was pressed by several soap officials and knelt on the ground. He trembled violently and struggled constantly, but because of fear, he had no strength.

He really wanted to struggle, but he was spoiled, how many martial arts practitioners could break free?

"Chen...Prison Chen, Brother Chen... Please spare me, please... I already know that I was wrong, I went to jail... I will sit for the rest of my life..."

He couldn't struggle, and he could only keep begging for mercy in his mouth. His nose, saliva and tears were mixed together, but no one felt that he was pitiful.

Chen Xiao did not rush to cut it down immediately. It was too cheap. Zhao Peng, and the big knife stopped on the back of his neck. The terrifying and terrifying feeling continued to impact the heart of this extremely sinful beast!

Before death, I can experience the fear before death infinitely, and this is the greatest punishment I give him.

The prefect was also very uncomfortable and angry. He even looked at Chen Xiao and began to beg for mercy:

"Prison Chen... Give him a chance, please... I am willing to resign, I am willing to give up everything, we father and son can be a beggar, let him go..."

As he said that, the prefect kneeled on the ground.

The knife is still on Zhao Peng's neck!

Chen Xiao was not soft-hearted.

He just spoke lightly: "Yin Zhao, I have to admit that you are a good father!"

Chen Xiao slowly pointed his hand at the seven or eight parents kneeling in the forcibol, and shouted at the prefectural prefect:

"But look at them, are they good parents? Are their children their lives? But before their children were beaten to death, they didn't even have the chance to kneel down and beg your son!"

The prefect was stunned. He opened his mouth and looked at the parents of the parents who took some of the people who were beaten to death by his son.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that he was no different from them.

Same despair!

Chen Xiao took a deep breath: "They will not forgive your son, just like you, I will not forgive me!"

The knife was still on Zhao Peng's neck.

But the prefect knew that Chen Xiao would not let his son go.

He slowly stood up from the ground and said lightly: "Then why don't you take action?"

Chen Xiao showed a wicked smile: "Because, I'm waiting for the Ministry of Justice to take charge of the chief of the prison!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, waiting for the Ministry of Justice to be the chief of the prison?

Why? As soon as the chief of the prison came, he brought the document to take Zhao Peng away. Wouldn't Zhao Peng be dead?

The prefect was also stunned, and the hope that had been extinguished burned again.

He looked at Chen Xiao and said, "You..."

Chen Xiao didn't say anything.

However, at this moment, many people were a little disappointed.

Is this Promoter still scared after all?

After all, he still didn't dare to cut this knife?

He is still going to give Zhao Peng a chance to survive?

Zhao Peng suddenly felt relieved. He was sure that once he escaped from Chen Xiao's hand, he would definitely not die and would still live well.

He was not so scared, and even had a fierce look in his eyes again, and he was already thinking about how to take revenge on Chen Xiao after he survived.

The prefect sneered in his heart, thinking: Chen Xiao, Chen Xiao, you still dare not offend me to death. I am afraid that you know how I will kill you if you kill my son...

Everyone at the scene looked at Chen Xiao. They had different ideas. Some despise Chen Xiao, some understood Chen Xiao, some sighed, some were helpless, and some felt that it was enough for Chen Xiao to do this.

Long Jiuling also looked at Chen Xiao. She always felt that Chen Xiao would not give Zhao Peng a chance to survive.

But... I can't figure out why Chen Xiao had to wait for the Ministry of Justice to be the chief officer of the prison?

In any case, she chose to believe Chen Xiao.

Although this man sometimes does something strange and unexpected, the final result is often not disappointing.

In the prison hall, the parents of the seven or eight victims who were beaten to death by Zhao Peng were all desperate.

They looked at Chen Xiao, feeling helpless.

Sure enough, in this world, are officials still protected each other?

Sure enough, is it still so ridiculous to deal with the powerful?

Sure enough, the hope that has been destroyed should not be reignited...

They all sighed, kneeling here at this moment seemed so ironic...

Time passes minute by minute.

Everyone present was silent.

No one spoke, including Zhao Peng, who felt reborn.

After all, his neck was still under Chen Xiao's knife. He would not anger Chen Xiao until the sword was removed. Before the Ministry of Justice came, he would not anger Chen Xiao.

The prefect did not say anything. He was very satisfied with the result now, so let's wait until the chief of the prison came.

He had long said hello to the Qing Lishu Department of the Ministry of Justice. Once his son was admitted to the Ministry of Justice, he would do several operations to exchange a scapegoat with his son in the prison, then burn that scapegoat, and burn the scapegoat without recognition. Wouldn't it be better?

Thinking of this, he even smiled.

Seeing that his father was laughing, Zhao Peng felt even more relieved.

It was at this moment that a figure came from afar.

That was the head of the Ministry of Justice. At this moment, he was holding a document in his hand.

Needless to say, it was the document that was taken away by Zhao Peng by the Qing Lishu Department, Zhili, Ministry of Justice.

"Haha, my son, don't be afraid, hahaha, now, no one can touch you!" Zhao Fuyin laughed.

Zhao Peng struggled a few times and said wildly again: "I survived, I survived..."

"Chen Xiao, wait for me, I won't let you go!"

At this moment, countless people sighed in their hearts.

Today, there is such a big noise, will it end like this?

Of course not!

Because of this moment, Chen Xiao showed an extremely evil smile.

He looked at Zhao Peng and said, "Are you happy? Yes, it's too early to be happy! Hold him down..."

As he said that, the knife was slowly lifted up by him.

Everyone was shocked again and didn't understand what was going on.

The prefect shouted: "Chen Xiao, what do you mean?"

Chen Xiao looked at the prefect with a smile and said, "You are not curious. Why should I wait until the jail chief is brought up? I will tell you now, because I want to give you hope and your bastard son, and then, break your hopes with one more kick."

"You... the chief of the prison has arrived, put down the knife..." the prefect yelled.

Chen Xiao: "He came, but he hadn't arrived in front of me yet and didn't give me the document. I don't know the content of the document yet, so...hehehe..."

Zhao Peng fell into the area again in an instant, and he wanted to beg for mercy again in fear.

However, Chen Xiao shouted angrily: "Zhao Peng, you die for me..."

"Cheep~"

The big sword fell and blood splattered!

Everyone stared at this scene.

Including the chief of the jail who ran over quickly with the documents.

Everyone was stunned.

Including Chen Xiao himself, his mind and hands and feet were trembling at this moment.
Chapter completed!