The report he saw a while ago flashed across Fang Yusheng's mind.
A riot happened in a prison. The prison guards were all dead and the prisoners escaped.
Could it be a coincidence?
Fang Yusheng was deep in thought.
On the other hand, Fang Pingjue's expression was also very unnatural. No one noticed that his hand, which was under the table, was trembling.
"Who imprisoned you!" Fang Pingjun was furious. "Brother Baoguang, say it. We will avenge you."
"Someone has already avenged us." Chi Baohuang did not discuss this further, but he did not plan to let Fang Pingjue off. He stood up and stood behind Lisa. The man bent down and rubbed Lisa's shoulder. He said to her, "Honey, let me tell you a story, okay?"
Lisa said nothing, but she looked up at him with gentle eyes.
Chi Baoguang lowered his head and kissed Lisa's forehead. Then, he strode forward and slowly walked around the table. Finally, he stood behind Fang Yusheng.