Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Chapter 141 Prison Break

"Speak or not! Speak quickly!"

Inside the dark cell, many people were beaten to a bloody pulp and groaned non-stop.

"We...we really don't know how King Hengzhou died."

He was beaten miserably, and some people asked in confusion.

"Whoever asked you about the King of Hengzhou, now... either admit that the King of Hengzhou's death is related to the academy and the Marquis' Mansion, or hand over the paper formula. Otherwise, none of you will leave here alive today."

“We really don’t know.”

"Sir, this is unfair. We are just ordinary people!"

The yamen runners took whips, soaked them in salt water, and lashed them hard on the innocent people, leaving scarlet streaks.

“Ahhhhhh!! This is unfair!!”

Another yamen runner came in with a page of document in his hand.

"Okay, don't kill them all, make them sign quickly."

Throwing away the whip, the yamen runner wiped his sweat and said with a smile: "Let them suffer a little, so that they won't be dishonest."

After saying that, he picked up the men's fingers, stained them with blood, and pressed them on the document.

One of the shopkeepers of Conscience Paper pretended to be unconscious and took a look with his eyes slightly squinted. Suddenly, his blood boiled. This document was a confession. Not only did it require them to admit that Conscience Paper had harbored the assassinated King of Hengzhou, but they also wanted them to report that it was the killer hired by Mrs. Qian, the wife of Marquis Anshun, in order to avenge the King of Hengzhou's previous spying.

There was no point in arguing, and it might even result in death, so the shopkeeper quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.

"Brother Dong, this should be the place. Take a look at the person to make sure he is right. I can only help you here." From the corner of the cell, two dark shadows sneaked out, looked inside, and when they saw two yamen runners inside, they quickly retreated.

After a while, everyone inside had their fingerprints pressed, and the two yamen runners did not stay any longer and left the cell one after another.

"Go eat first, and we'll talk about it when you come back. The higher-ups have issued an order that these people will have to..." The bailiff wiped his neck and left with the man holding the document.

When Mao Dong saw people leaving, he quickly ran out. However, the person who led him never dared to show up again and sneaked away.

"Manager Mao!" The shopkeeper who was pretending to be dead heard the noise, opened his eyes and saw Mao Dong, and called out excitedly in a low voice.

Mao Dong took out the tools and carefully pried off the lock of the door, then put down the shopkeeper, and then put down everyone else one after another. At this time, those who were in good physical condition had woken up, and everyone supported each other and slowly walked out.

"Manager Mao, please leave us alone for now. Hurry back to the academy. The yamen runner who came today had a document in his hand. He took advantage of us being unconscious and made us press our fingerprints and sign it. He was trying to frame the academy and the lady. This matter is of great importance. Although we are useless, we still have some ability."

The shopkeeper endured the pain and whispered to Mao Dong, saying that he was afraid that if time went on for too long, things would change.

Besides, those of them were in good health and were originally followers of the Bilian Sect. They still had some skills left. At worst, they could just rush out and buy time for the leader and the academy.

There is only one detention center in a government office here. It is unknown how many such places there are in the capital, and it is also unknown how many people were forced to sign.

Mao Dong came here for these people, so how could he leave alone? He was quite familiar with this area, and his father had come to the yamen here before when he changed shifts.

People can't stand being nagged. Mao Dong was just thinking about his father when he heard his father greeting someone outside. It seemed that the two yamen runners had just left, and his father, Old Maotou, came to guard the prison door.

Mao Dong was extremely anxious. If his father came to guard the place and these people ran away, his father would not escape punishment. But if these people did not leave, it seemed that someone would die in two days.

The key point is, how could he possibly draw his sword against his father later?

"I only have a one-hour shift. I'll leave when someone else comes to take over."

There is a back door in this cell. The younger brother who brought Mao Dong in went in through that door. Mao Dong quickly asked the shopkeeper to send everyone out through that door. There were several helpers outside that he brought from the academy, who had already knocked out the yamen runners near the back door.

Supporting the shopkeeper, Mao Dong was so anxious that he was sweating all over. Old Maotou should have come alone, and his footsteps were very heavy, just like every time he had heard before.

Mao Dong couldn't remember how long it had been since he last saw his father. It was clearly only a few months, but it felt like several years had passed.

But this is not a good place to reminisce about the past, and his father probably doesn't want to see him again.

"you……"

Old Maotou's voice was not loud, but it struck Mao Dong's heart like lightning. The pain was so severe that he almost fell to his knees.

However, he did not stop. After sending the shopkeeper out, he turned around and looked at his father.

It has been such a short time since we last saw each other, but half of Old Maotou's hair has turned white, and there are many more wrinkles on his face.

Mao Dong was looking at him, and Old Maotou also saw his son.

At this time, no one cared about those who left. It seemed that only the father and son were left in the cell.

"..." He called out to his father silently. Mao Dong held back the tears in his eyes, but did not dare to go over.

Old Maotou had no expression on his face, he just waved his hand, just like he always did, as if he was impatiently trying to drive people away.

This made Mao Dong instantly return to the past, as if he was not here to break out of prison, but to ask his old father for money.

Mao Dong hardened his heart and rushed out, sending everyone onto the carriages in batches. After giving instructions, he dispersed with several carriages.

Mao Dong thought about it and realized that all the people around the cell were drugged. For the sake of his father's safety, he, the eldest son, decided to go back and drug his father. In this way, if things were investigated, his father would be nothing more than dereliction of duty. After all, the law does not hold everyone responsible.

Who knew that as soon as he turned around, he saw his father holding the weapon in the cell and slashing it on his body without hesitation. The blood instantly soaked his winter clothes and dripped onto the ground.

Lao Maotou was lying in the faked fight scene, gasping for breath, his vision gradually blurred.

Mao Dong scattered the medicine powder with shaking hands. Old Maotou couldn't resist and finally fell asleep.

To prevent his father from bleeding to death, Mao Dong roughly estimated the time it would take for the carriage to leave. Then, clutching his neck, he shouted to the outside, "Oh no! Someone's breaking into the prison!"

After shouting, he ran away, never daring to look at his father on the ground again. Mao Dong gathered all his strength and ran hard, but his vision was always blurred and could not be clear.

"Cough cough cough..."

Fu Zichan felt pain all over his body, his head was dizzy, and there was a smell of blood in his breath.

"Little Lord!"

"Young Master, you are finally awake!"

"Young Master, drink some medicine quickly, you are still injured!"

The man in black next to him was taking care of him back and forth, but Fu Zichan always felt that something was wrong. Although his face was a woman's face, she was beautiful and definitely not the bumpy one it was now.

"What happened to my face?"

"Master, listen to me. When we arrived, the house was completely burned down. Except for the survivors among us brothers, the rest were filled with corpses."

"So what?" Fu Zichan roared in shock and anger.

"My face...was partially burned, so..."

"That's why I disfigured myself!" Fu Zichan gnashed his teeth and said, "Mr. Qian, I will fight you to the death!"