The moment Chu Qirong saw Chen Ping'an, he was dumbfounded.
And the sound of Chen Ping'an's voice that followed sent shivers down his spine.
He was discovered?
No! Impossible!
Chu Qirong was terrified.
What he was doing now was not a glorious deed, and if it were exposed, the consequences would be extremely severe.
No!
Chu Qirong was ruthless, and the fear in his heart only lasted for an instant before he completely dispelled it.
He was currently masked; there was no way the other party could discover him.
Even if he was discovered, without concrete evidence, what could Chen Ping'an do to him?
Regardless of the thoughts in his mind, the moment he saw Chen Ping'an, Chu Qirong had already made his move, swift and decisive. He did not conceal his martial Dao strength in the slightest.
It must be said that Chu Qirong, who could firmly hold the position of Deputy Chief of Nancheng Prison, did have some skills.
His Qi and blood surged, subtly emitting a scorching Qi, like a furnace.
Chu Qirong leaped high, striking out with a full-powered palm towards Chen Ping'an.
No matter what, since they had already encountered each other, the top priority was to control Chen Ping'an, otherwise, things would go wrong!
Looking at Chen Ping'an, who was as still as a wooden chicken, as if he had been scared stiff, Chu Qirong sneered inwardly.
A show-off is just a show-off! What good is a martial Dao Realm if, when push comes to shove, fear takes over, and he can only exert a fraction of his strength!
To be honest, at that moment, Chu Qirong had a murderous intent.
If he could take the opportunity to resolve the other party here, as long as he handled the aftermath well, even if some people suspected him later, Lord Fu Yuanming would protect him. Others would not go all out against him for a person who was already dead and worthless.
As the palm strike approached, a cruel smile had already appeared on Chu Qirong's face.
Clang!
Chu Qirong's palm struck Chen Ping'an's chest heavily, but his palm technique, which contained immense power, was like a clay ox entering the sea.
"How is this possible!"
Chu Qirong's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.
Before he could think further, a sharp pain came from his shoulder. Before he could even grunt, intense pain came from his chest, waist, and other areas one after another.
"Iron Elbow!"
"Iron Knee!"
"Iron Leg!"
With several consecutive strikes, the powerful force sent Chu Qirong retreating frantically.
Chen Ping'an moved, not giving him any chance to recover.
Legs, feet, knees, fists, every strike was a heavy blow!
Pfft!
After several rounds of strikes, Chu Qirong was knocked to the ground. His entire body's Qi and blood were in disarray, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Chen Ping'an closed in, stomping down heavily with one foot.
Chu Qirong nearly couldn't catch his breath, and the black cloth covering his face was torn off by Chen Ping'an.
"Chu Qirong! It really is you!"
Chen Ping'an stood with one foot on Chu Qirong's chest, looking down at him.
"Without strength, why are you jumping around?"
"Chen Ping'an!"
Chu Qirong's eyes were filled with disbelief.
He lost!
He actually lost!
And he lost so decisively!
"You've hidden yourself so well!"
Blood foamed from Chu Qirong's mouth as he spoke with resentment.
Chen Ping'an smiled and said nothing.
Crack!
With a heavy stomp, Chu Qirong's entire chest bones were completely broken.
The shattered bones had bone splinters piercing his lungs, making it difficult for Chu Qirong to breathe.
Ho ho ho!
A sound like a broken bellows came from Chu Qirong's mouth.
But Chu Qirong didn't care about any of this. He stared intently at Chen Ping'an, his eyes filled with despair, disbelief, and unwillingness.
With such a big commotion here, no matter how drunk the jailers were, they obviously reacted one by one and ran out of the guardroom.
"Lord Chen."
A jailer ran out, saw Chen Ping'an, was momentarily stunned, and then saw this scene.
"This is..."
Looking at the person in black under Chen Ping'an's foot, the jailer was completely stunned.
Was someone trying to break out of prison?
More and more jailers came out of the guardroom.
At this moment, some people also clearly saw the appearance of the person under Chen Ping'an's foot.
"This is... Lord Chu?"
The jailers who were originally drunk suddenly sobered up when they saw this scene.
Chen Ping'an moved his foot from Chu Qirong's chest, looked around expressionlessly, and spoke calmly.
"Immediately send word to the Nancheng Suppression Office. Someone was plotting mischief and attempting to break out of prison, but I have apprehended him!
Also, gather everyone for a meeting!"
"Yes."
Some jailers were so scared their legs went soft, and they stumbled away to call other jailers. Other jailers ran out, trembling with fear, to the Nancheng Suppression Office to relay the message.
Some jailers stood rooted to the spot, trembling and unsure of what to do.
Some jailers, still drunk, kept their heads down, not daring to look at Chen Ping'an.
They knew that from this moment on, Nancheng Prison was likely to undergo a major change!
......
The morning sunlight streamed down, falling on the jailers of Nancheng Prison. The warm sunlight, however, could not warm the chill in their hearts.
On the ground floor of Nancheng Prison, all the jailers and Chief Constables stood respectfully, while Chen Ping'an sat on the large chair at the very front, looking at them lazily.
Several Chief Constables of the prison stood cautiously behind Chen Ping'an, their faces tense.
The news had already spread.
Chu Qirong, the Deputy Chief of Nancheng Prison, for some unknown reason, had the idea of breaking out of prison. Last night, during the operation, he was discovered by the Chief Constable Chen Ping'an and suppressed in one fell swoop.
During the process, their Lord Chen displayed overwhelming strength.
"Those who were drunk last night, please step forward!"
Looking at the crowd, Chen Ping'an said nonchalantly.
Upon hearing Chen Ping'an's words, some jailers in the crowd stirred, but after looking at each other, no one stepped forward after all.
"Oh? So, no one was drunk last night?"
Chen Ping'an slightly raised his head, his gaze sweeping through the crowd.
Some jailers, whose eyes were swept by Chen Ping'an, ultimately could not bear such great psychological pressure and immediately stepped out of the crowd.
When the first one started, there was a second. More than ten jailers walked out of the crowd, sparsely.
"Only this many? Are there others?"
Chen Ping'an straightened his posture slightly.
Another seven or eight jailers walked out of the crowd.
"Are there any more?"
Chen Ping'an asked again.
This time, no one responded.
"It seems there's no one else!"
Chen Ping'an sighed deeply. After all, some people were still hoping to get away with it by not stepping forward.
"Since there's no one, then I'll identify them myself."
Chen Ping'an said faintly.
As soon as his voice fell, the hearts of some jailers still standing in the crowd tightened.
"You! You! You! ...And you!"
Chen Ping'an looked around and pointed out six or seven people in a short while.
The faces of those who were pointed out turned pale, and they were utterly distraught.
They had thought that by denying it to the death, they could escape, but they never expected that they would still have to suffer.