Vol 2 Chapter 5338: Seventy-two hours (ten)

Mulan obviously knows a lot.
"He is the sheriff?"
He Tianya suddenly thought of a lot of information after hearing Mulan's words, and his face suddenly showed a meaningful smile.
He stretched out his hand, took Mulan's shoulders, hugged her to himself, and said, "I can't tell, you are really a treasure girl."
After hearing this evaluation, Mulan pursed her lips without speaking.
However, He Tianya's next sentence was: "I really hope to have the opportunity to develop your treasure."
Mulan turned his head and looked at He Tianya: "Don't just talk about it."
"Haha, provoke me?" He Tianya stretched out his hand and squeezed Mulan's white chin. "Don't worry, I will eat you, but not now, don't worry."
Mulan said: "There are still twenty-four hours."
Twenty-four hours later, the memorial service began. Similarly, there were also twenty-four hours left before the three-day deadline given by Louis XIV.
"Twenty-four hours...how much time I have left, can you tell?" He Tianya asked Mulan.
"The boss has a long life." Mulan said.
Facing the wind and snow, He Tianya laughed loudly, with wanton and arrogance in his laughter.
...
At this moment, the warden has ended his fierce battle with Mou Long.
There are several blood stains on his body, his suit has been half red with blood, a lot of dust is on his face, and Mou Long has completely disappeared.
As for the cafe on the street, it has been turned into a ruin, and even the few unopened shops around are unlucky.
"Damn bastard," the warden said unwillingly.
To be precise, Moulong has been away for an hour.
The warden was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, his chest undulating sharply, as if he had never been so weak before.
He injured Mou Long, but it was not fatal. The strength of the latter was obviously stronger than the warden imagined.
Although the warden has always been concealed in his shots, he has been able to guard the Carmen Prison on his own for so many years, and his strength must be at the top of the batch.
Mou Long, a villain with extreme vengeance, once he regains his freedom, how many places will his fire of hatred turn into ashes?
The warden was worried.
He wanted to tell Louis XIV and Su Rui the news, but at present, it seemed that such a simple matter would be extremely difficult for the warden.
Because what the warden just faced was not a single person.
If it weren't for someone to intervene, then Mou Long might not be able to wound the warden like this. It is not yet known who will kill him.
"Not reconciled?" A voice rang.
It turned out that there was a man sitting on a bench a few meters away from the warden.
He was wearing a black and gold tuxedo, and his snow-white hair was meticulously combed. He looked very delicate, like a nobleman in the Middle Ages of Europe.
In the surrounding ruins, his appearance seemed out of place, but if you look at it a few more times, he feels extraordinarily harmonious.
"I was hurt in my teacher's hand, I have nothing to be unwilling to do," the warden said.
His eyes are obviously complicated.
teacher!
The warden said before that he and Louis XIV were from the same school! "Actually, if I just didn't make a move, you wouldn't have been able to beat Mou Long." The old man said, "You have been plagued with mundane affairs over the years, and you always impose a lot of responsibility on yourself, and Mou Long is just driven by hatred. Underneath, keep moving forward
, This is the main reason for the gap between you. "
"Fight again, he may not win." The warden was obviously not in the mood to listen to his teacher to analyze these things. He sneered, "After all, if I lose, I will shame my teacher."
"Your teacher, I don't care about this so-called face, you should have known it a long time ago."
"What you care about is order." The warden said: "However, right now, the order you established with your own hands is about to be broken by yourself."
Obviously, the knife in Moulong's hand was taken from the weapons storehouse in Carmen Prison, which shows that the prison is now 100% in trouble.
Thinking that all these years of hard work fell short, the warden's heart was bleeding.
The trauma he suffered mentally was much heavier than the physical injury!
What's more, the defeat this time came from his teacher's backstab!
"Sometimes, if you are dissatisfied with your artwork, you can tear it down and start over again, don't you?" The old man said, "We have to admit that this is the most efficient way."
The warden coughed twice, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "But, I really don't understand, why do you want to do this? This is completely different from my previous knowledge of you!"
"Because, when you are old, you will find that this world does not seem to be what you want, it is gradually deviating from its track."
"But, change is change, must it be destroyed?" the warden said.
"Unfortunately, if I had known that you have such a strong sense of responsibility, I would not accept you as a student. It would be a waste of energy." The old man did not answer the warden's question, so he stood up, "This point, You are not as good as Louis."
Indeed, most of the time, Louis XIV was more willing to be a bystander. He seemed too lazy to go off the court in person, maintaining a calm and ruthless posture most of the time.
The warden sneered: "I never meant to compare with Louis XIV, but he might also disappoint you."
The old man still didn't answer the warden's words. Instead, he changed the conversation and said, "Therefore, there is no need for Carmen Prison."
Hearing these words, the warden's heart suddenly froze.
"I should have thought that if it weren't for the teacher, you would have made it, that knife would never have appeared in Mou Long's hand!"
The warden confided the truth: "After all, in a sense, you, the former warden, have a better understanding of Carmen Prison than I do!"
It turned out that his teacher was Carmen's former warden!
"Yes." The teacher smiled and walked to the warden's side: "So, Moka, you just need to prepare to watch the battle."
Moka is the rarely known name of the warden.
"What if I am unwilling to watch the battle?" The warden looked at his teacher: "My sense of responsibility does not allow me to do nothing like this."
"Oh? What do you think you can do?" The teacher looked at his once best student, shook his head gently, then raised the cane in his hand and knocked it on the warden's knee!