In a dark alley.

Zhang Rongfang quickly put his coat back on, took off his mask and put it away. Taking advantage of his silent movement, he quickly merged into the shadows and returned towards the Prison Department.

Snap.

Suddenly he paused, stopped in the shadows, and listened carefully.

The subtle snapping sound sounded again, but it was already several meters away.

Soon there was another sound, this time from farther away.

He pressed the wall with one hand and used his strength to jump up, jumping more than two meters high.

With this leap, Zhang Rongfang suddenly saw a vague silhouette of a person on the rooftop in the distance, quickly moving away.

'It seems that Tan Yang looks quiet this night, but is actually quite lively.'

He shook his head in his mind, Tanyang City was a big place. There were more people and it was more prosperous.

In contrast, there are many more things.

With hundreds of thousands of people crowded together, there are a lot of nasty things that can happen every day.

At that moment, he restrained his thoughts and quickly returned to the Prison Department.

Not long after, we were about to reach the side door of the Prison Department.

Zhang Rongfang stopped and took off all his coat, revealing another layer of ordinary clothes underneath.

There is no way, there are at least ten places with the word "Hai" written on this coat. If we don't deal with it quickly, something could happen.

There was also a mask. Zhang Rongfang took it out of his pocket, placed it with his clothes, and then stuffed it into the bucket prepared in advance by the wall.

In the bucket, the writing and paint on the clothes dissolved one after another.

Zhang Rongfang stretched out his hand and rubbed it a few more times to make sure that the writing had dissolved and disappeared, then he picked up the clothes and poured the water into the drain.

The pigments he used are soluble, which is convenient for erasing traces at times like this.

Soon, he took out a small incense box from his arms, opened it, and applied some powder on his neck, collar, and chest.

Put away the incense box.

After doing this, he slowly walked towards the gate of the Prison Department.

When he entered the door, the black prison guard guarding the door stared at him silently, sniffed, and immediately stopped doubting him and retreated into the darkness.

Early the next morning, nine o'clock.

It's time for the ninth team to gather for training again.

The team members took pictures of Lin Qixiao's lustful power. They all arrived early to gather on the first floor and wait.

What puzzles a lot of people is that Lin Qixiao, who is usually the most positive, has not shown up yet.

Zhang Rongfang was sitting on a long row of wooden chairs, frowning, and looking at the stairs on the second floor from time to time, as if he was waiting for the captain to come down.

Generally, the captain's speech includes explaining whether there are any temporary tasks today.

So after the lecture, everyone can move around freely.

But this time, captain Lin Qixiao was nowhere to be seen.

I looked at the water clock in the corner and it was already past nine-thirty, but no one came yet.

The team members all began to whisper.

Boom, boom, boom.

A dull sound of leather boots came from the gate.

A burly officer and soldier strode through the door.

"Emergency report, who is the deputy team of the ninth team!"

Zhang Rongfang quickly stood up.

"I am!"

"In compliance with the military order of the Corps, the case report is that Lin Qixiao, the captain of the ninth team, was attacked last night and is now seriously injured and recuperating at home. As soon as the ninth team responds to the matter, the deputy team will temporarily take over.

All previous military affairs have been suspended." The officers and soldiers solemnly gave the order and handed over a document with an official seal.

"Zhang Ying obeys the order!" Zhang Rongfang stepped forward quickly and took the document with both hands.

He looked confused, shocked, and confused, and looked up at the other person.

"I dare to ask this brother, our Lin team has always been highly skilled in martial arts and has a strong background. How could this... suddenly..."

"I don't know about the young one. Captain Zhang should go back and ask the patrolman himself." The officer said helplessly, "The young one is here to deliver the order."

"...I understand..." Zhang Rongfang nodded slightly.

As soon as the news came out, not only him, but also the dozen or so people in the entire ninth team behind him fell completely silent.

Everyone had expressions of complete disbelief.

Who is Lin Qixiao??

Among the many captains of the Prison Department, he is also the most difficult person to deal with.

In the whole of Tan Yang, it is difficult for most of the people who work in the white and underworld to have heard of the Lin family. Such a strong man was actually seriously injured by a sneak attack??

Since Lin Qixiao took charge of the ninth team for four years, this is simply unbelievable...good news.

A group of people suppressed their emotions and did not scream.

But everyone lowered their heads in unison. Everyone looked quite depressed, but... maybe everyone was so happy that they laughed out loud.

Zhang Rongfang put away the documents speechlessly.

If his acting position cannot be made permanent, it still depends on whether someone with a strong background comes to compete for this position.

Wait until the officers and soldiers leave.

Zhang Rongfang turned around and looked at a group of team members who were staring at him eagerly.

"Everyone is dismissed. Before Team Lin comes back, everyone will gather at the same time every night and have free time for the rest of the time."

"Yes!" A group of people responded one after another.

Zhang Rongfang just didn't bother to care about these guys with little morale. If Lin Qixiao was taken down, she would probably be completely unable to come back in the future.

After all, even in modern society, if a limb is broken and can be restored to normal use through surgery, it is already very powerful.

But after replying, I went to practice martial arts...

At least Zhang Rongfang has never heard of such a case.

After the disbandment was announced, Zhang Rongfang immediately went to see the prison warden.

The Ninth Team was originally supposed to be managed by the General Team, but due to the special circumstances of the Ninth Team, Lin Qixiao was completely unruly, so only the prison warden Li Ran could suppress him.

So it has always been under direct control.

Li Ran didn't talk nonsense and directly told Lin Qixiao's current situation.

The limbs were fractured and the sternum was internally fractured. The bones could be reattached, but I would no longer be able to practice martial arts in the future.

Then I asked him to do a good job and wait for corrections later.

After all, Zhang Rongfang was personally installed by him.

Just looking at Li Ran's appearance, he seemed to feel very sorry for Lin Qixiao's serious injury.

Zhang Rongfang can actually figure out that a subordinate with a strong background and explosive temper like Lin Qixiao is not suitable to be used as a knife.

"Speaking of which, manpower is tight right now. You are leading the ninth team by yourself. You may not be able to replace anyone for the time being. Is that okay?" Li Ranwen asked softly.

"What are you talking about, sir?" Zhang Rongfang said sternly, "Now that Captain Lin is injured and the Ninth Team has serious matters, my subordinates have to bite the bullet and insist on it, even if it doesn't work!"

"Besides..." Zhang Rongfang looked like he was hesitating to speak.

"What's more?" Li Ran asked slightly curiously.

"Besides, my subordinates happened to have a breakthrough in strength recently, and are now at the third level. They should be able to stabilize the situation left by Team Lin before. Although they are definitely not as good as Team Lin, they should be more than capable of maintaining their strength."

Zhang Rongfang said sincerely.

Breakthrough?

Or at this critical moment?

A flash of thought flashed in Li Ran's eyes.

"Not bad, not bad, third grade...Zhang Ying, you are only eighteen now, right?"

"Yes, sir." Zhang Rongfang replied quickly.

"Answer me carefully, what is your real age?" Li Ran smiled, "Don't say you are eighteen. Who would believe this?"

Zhang Rongfang smiled awkwardly.

He has been practicing martial arts for a long time now. He also understands that for ordinary people.
To be continued...