Moving Dylon

It was Zhang Ronghua and Ding Yi.

Old Bao was about to curse, but when he saw the official uniform, he swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. His anger instantly disappeared, like a frosted eggplant wilting.

Plop!

Kneeling on the ground, he went up to greet them. He was as arrogant as he was just now, but now he was as cowardly as a grandson." Greetings, my lords!"

He entered the cell.

Zhang Ronghua's face was cold. Even if he did not deliberately show his authority, the powerful official authority on him was far from what they could withstand. Especially his gaze, the pressure was even greater." Before the Ministry of Justice has a trial, who gave you the courage to use torture?"