Maslow never dreamed that this old man who was drowning in his body would take out a sharp knife with a cold light from his arms.

The sharp knife shone with a cold light and stabbed it accurately towards his back.

“Qiu Chaoyong.”

Maslow had no sense, but Jin Zhihao, who was coming, saw it clearly and anxiously. He couldn't help but shout.

"What?" Maslow smiled, and he continued to turn his hands into the wheelchair forward. Although he was in the detention center, he was still quite interested in seeing this very ritual pious scene.

Jin Zhihao felt that he suddenly lost his voice. In desperation, he could no longer make any sound, but just made a tremor in his throat anxiously, his voice was muddy.

Maslow still smiled and drove forward, very slowly. He didn't expect that when he was about to leave the detention center tomorrow morning, the other party would take action.

He also chose such an old man who believes in humans and animals.

Five centimeters, four centimeters, two centimeters,….

When the knife was about to touch Maslow's neck soon, perhaps it was a sense in the dark. Maslow heard the ghostly footsteps behind him, and he couldn't help but turn his head.

His face changed suddenly, but the blade was too close to avoid it.

Jin Zhihao couldn't help but close his eyes. He didn't want to see the scene where blood was splattering on the spot. He couldn't save him from the distance.

Bang--

With a heavy muffled sound, the old man's body was suddenly knocked away, and the knife edge barely scratched Maslow's collar.

who?

Maslow's attention was still on the old man, and the aging body had been kicked to the ground, but he was still breathing on the ground. When his eyes fell on the person who saved him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

This person is nothing else, but the instructor An Junfeng, who is an economic prisoner.

"Instructor An?" In any case, he was still the one who expressed his sincere gratitude at this time, but before there was enough time to express his gratitude, the sharp whistle sounded.

Soon, a large number of prison guards rushed over, and the director and deputy director arrived one after another. Both of them turned dark. They killed people in Hida Koji Detention Center. Their punishment had not yet been completed. Now there was a murder incident. If both crimes were punished together, they would not have a good result.

With the director's black face and scolding, An Junfeng squatted down, as if checking whether Maslow was injured.

"The day after tomorrow, the 36th floor of Lotte World Building."

Maslow was stunned. What does this mean? He looked at An Junfeng, and An Junfeng immediately returned to the economic criminal with a passionate and humble face.

"Pu Jinhai, are you okay? It's fine, Oha, this old man still has a knife in his hand!..."

No one paid attention to him, and no one cared about what he said. Everyone looked at the old man holding the knife, and Maslow also looked at the old man. This old man who was about to die almost gave him a fatal blow.

"It's okay, go back, just go out tomorrow." Jin Zhihao pushed up Maslow's wheelchair, "Let's go back."

The iron door of the cell was closed from outside, and Jin Zhihao and Maslow both felt the same and were safe.

After sleepless all night, listening to the sound of Malays and Turks sleeping sounds, Maslow stared at the ceiling with wide eyes.

"Can't you sleep?" Jin Zhihao whispered, "I heard that it was like this before I left. Are you looking forward to dawn?"

Maslow smiled, he stretched out his hand, and Jin Zhihao also stretched out his hand.

"Will you still know me after you go out?" Maslow asked.

"What do you think?" Jin Zhihao asked back, "Who will pick you up tomorrow?"

Yes, who will pick me up tomorrow? Maslow was confused. Uncle Chen, Kim Young-sook, Wang Wenzhi?

However, it would definitely not be Chen Lan. She and she are both prosperous and losers now.

It's dawn.

After the last meal, Maslow is about to return to the free world.

"Can't you eat it? Then don't eat it, and someone will welcome you." Jin Zhihao said.

But the Malay took Maslow's rice and maritime soup, "Then I'll clean it up, no waste."

Maslow smiled. He seemed calm as usual, but at this moment he realized that he missed Chen Lan so much now, and he had never felt this way.

Well--

The Malay suddenly jammed his neck, Maslow was shocked, the Malay's face turned yellow, and white foam slowly poured out of his mouth, mixed with soy soup and rice, "Call the police."

But it was too late, the Malay's face gradually turned dark, his eyes closed, and he slowly twitched and fell to the ground.

The Filipinos and Turks were shocked and the food in their hands spread all over the floor, but Maslow slowly crawled over and placed his hand under the Malays' noses, without a trace of heat.

He is dead.

He took a long breath and looked at the food Malays took from him. There was no doubt that the food was poisonous.

Well, this morning was the final blow.

Although I don’t know where the enemy is, this kind of deliberate and unscrupulous approach started from the underground parking lot of Changshi Hospital.

As usual, there were countless policemen, as usual, the director and deputy director were black-faced, but Maslow could no longer see it, so his wheelchair slowly drove out of the house.

"Take care." Jin Zhihao waved his hand from behind and murmured to himself.

....

The wheelchair finally walked out of the heavy iron door.

In front of the iron gate, it was empty, with only the withered yellow plants swaying around in the wind.

As the wheelchair moved forward slowly, Maslow took out his cell phone, and his first call, undoubtedly, was to call Chen Lan.

When he was about to press the button to dial, a convoy quickly drove towards the gate in the distance.

There were 12 black dynasties, and 100 black dynasty cars.

The car door opened and immediately walked out of the car with countless young people wearing black suits and sunglasses.

The young men had no expression on their faces, just like puppet clay sculptures. They moved forward quickly and stood on both sides in two groups.

A black suit slowly opened the car door respectfully. In the cold wind, a jade leg slowly stretched out. Then, Kim Young-sook, a beautiful face, walked out of the car.

A decent black coat just outlined her moving curves, Maslow looked at him steadily, with the sound of rhythmic high heels hitting the ground.

The fragrance, a charming fragrance drifted into his nostrils, and a tiny hand reached in front of him, "Welcome home."

Do you need Kim Young-sook to greet him in person?

No, to be precise, Qiu Chaoyong needs Kim Young-sook to greet him personally? Maslow is not sure.

Kim Young-sook waved her hand and stepped back to push the bodyguard who came to push the wheelchair. She walked behind Maslow, and Maslow felt the fragrance closer to him.
Chapter completed!