The dungeon of Junlin city is located on both sides of the moat. It is a place that makes people feel creepy at a glance. You can often hear sad wails or crazy laughter inside. Whether local residents or outsiders, they usually stay away as far as possible. Only illegal businessmen who secretly do slave business often visit here.

Zhang Cheng, who covered himself with a cloak, walked carefully through the dark tunnel and tapped the iron fence.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Who are you?" a guard came up and asked with two light gray eyes.

"It doesn\'t matter who I am. What matters is that I brought this." Zhang Cheng raised his pocket full of golden dragons and shook it twice.

Hearing the sound of gold collision, the guard immediately showed an undisguised joy on his face. He didn\'t even say a word of nonsense. He quickly opened the fence and smiled and made an invitation gesture: "come with me, sir."

"Thank you!" Zhang Cheng quietly stuffed a Golden Dragon into each other\'s palm.

After several days of in-depth understanding, he has almost found out the situation of the garrison of Junlin city - "golden Robe", which can be basically described as erosion.

Because they have lived in big cities full of temptation for a long time, they are very similar to the forbidden army of the Song Dynasty. Many of them have long lost their fighting consciousness and are full of thinking about how to make money rather than improving their fighting ability.

In particular, the more than 20 people in charge of the dungeon colluded from top to bottom to sell ordinary criminals who had no money and power to slave traders, so as to make a lot of profits.

Anyway, there are many poor people in the slums. More than one fifth of them have committed theft. It\'s not easy to catch them

They passed through the gloomy and humid corridor one after another and soon came to a hall with fire pots. Because they were at the bottom, they had no windows and looked particularly depressed and dull. In the middle of the hall sat a slightly fat middle-aged man.

When he found someone coming in, he immediately put his hand on the hilt of his sword vigilantly: "who is it?"

"Warden, sir, this gentleman has brought a large bag of money. He should be going to talk about business with you." the guard hurried forward and explained.

"A big bag of money?" the warden\'s eyes showed a trace of greed and immediately changed into a smiling expression. "Please sit down. I like business best. But before we start, can you show me your sincerity?"

Zhang Cheng tilted his mouth slightly, flashed an imperceptible sneer, and then nodded his head: "yes, please see."

The voice just fell!

He threw the bag full of Golden Dragon directly onto the table.

WOW!

Because the mouth of the bag was not tied tightly, more than 50 golden dragons scattered all at once, emitting a yellow orange light.

Gudong!

The warden swallowed his saliva and quickly rushed to count one by one. After a full two or three minutes, he raised his head and bowed with an almost flattering attitude: "Dear Sir, please allow me to apologize for my unreasonable just now. You have expressed enough sincerity. Now please tell me your requirements. I promise that we can meet you only if we have it here."

Never think that fifty golden dragons are few.

After the death of the conqueror, Innis succeeded to the throne. The sons of the armed soldiers of the seven God church and the poor rallied against each other. The cruel Meige offered a reward of a golden dragon on the scalp of each soldier\'s son and a silver deer on the scalp of each poor rallying member.

Although this happened many years ago, Westeros has neither opened the era of great navigation nor large open-pit gold and silver deposits for mining. In addition, the rate of inflation of precious metal money itself is ignored, so it still has considerable purchasing power even today.

Fifty golden dragons are enough to buy almost all the prisoners in the whole dungeon.

Zhang Cheng ignored the other party\'s flattery, raised his hood a little to show his true face, lowered his voice and said, "I think we have agreed on the terms before. Now please fulfill the agreement. Remember, what I want is those real criminals. Don\'t make up with the poor in flea nests."

"Is it you?!" the warden gave a fierce blow.

He won\'t forget the mysterious man who broke into his bedroom a few nights ago.

"Yes, it\'s me. What\'s the problem?" Zhang Cheng stared at each other with threatening eyes.

"No! No!" the warden quickly shook his head desperately, followed by the guards who rushed to one side and shouted, "Damn it! What are you doing standing silly! Go and empty the bottom cell! Then select 50 felons and send them one by one."

"Yes!"

Although the guard was a little puzzled by the fierce reaction of his boss, he responded obediently.

In the blink of an eye, the deepest room of the dungeon was clean, followed by a strong young man who committed murder.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he found Zhang Cheng waiting in place. He quickly turned and asked the jailer, "Damn it! Who is this guy? Why isn\'t he shackled? And he still has a sword in his hand?"

"Shut up! Put your hands and feet out!" urged the jailer impatiently.

"What the hell?" the young man muttered, and put his hands and feet out of the cage.

Without saying a word, the jailer opened the lock directly, took off the shackles, turned and disappeared at the end of the dark tunnel.

Staring at his ignorant opponent, Zhang Cheng smiled, threw another ordinary iron sword at him and shouted, "pick it up! Pick it up and fight with me! As long as you can win me, I can set you free again, but if you lose, you will end up dead."

"What... What?!" the young man was obviously stunned.

"Sorry, I\'ve said the rules again. I don\'t want to repeat them again. I\'ll start attacking after three numbers. Three... Two... One..."

With the last word blurted out, Zhang Cheng suddenly waved his weapon and stabbed the other party in the throat.

His movements were fast and fierce, and he was completely running for a fatal blow.

"Shit! You madman!" the young man cursed, grabbed his long sword and tried to parry.

As like as two peas, Blanco made a mistake, which was exactly the same mistake as that of the king. He only paid attention to the sharp blade and ignored the fatal and dangerous kick.

Next second

"Ah!!!"

The young man screamed and clamped his legs. The whole man fell into a state of pause. Before he recovered, a cold light plunged into his eyes.

Poof!

The dazzling blood and brain slowly flowed out along the eye socket, and then fell to the ground with a plop, swallowing the last breath.

Zhang Cheng took out the parchment and glanced at it. Sure enough, he saw the number 150 in the task - fencing column.