County prison, third level.
Xiao Bieli looked at Jiang Ning with a gloomy expression.
Then his gaze fell on the cell door, seeing the iron lock intact, he withdrew his gaze.
"You two go back!" he said to the prison guards behind him, who were holding torches and lighting oil lamps on both sides.
"Yes, sir!" The two accompanying prison guards responded respectfully and then turned to leave.
"Commander Jiang!" Xiao Bieli came to Jiang Ning's cell.
"What is it?"
"Did you hear any noise last night?" Xiao Bieli asked.
"No!" Jiang Ning shook his head.
"Good!" Xiao Bieli also nodded.
He could see that further questioning would yield nothing, so he turned and walked toward the end of the third level of the county prison.
He is indeed injured!
Jiang Ning looked at Xiao Bieli's back and silently mused.
From less than ten feet away, he could sense the very chaotic aura from Xiao Bieli, obviously seriously injured.
He instantly thought of Long Xingyun.
