The prince is very cruel

Chapter 685

"We are here to see Her Majesty the Saint!"

The voices were uniform and everyone was cold and ruthless, like a group of killing machines.

Above them is Hai Mei, who is now wearing a black dress and red lips, looking as seductive as a witch, commanding the world.

"How many people came?"

"Replying to the Saint Lady, people from Guangdong and Guangxi are still rushing here."

"Huangfu Protector will arrive tomorrow. In three days, we will have 300 men!"

"Only three hundred?" Hai Mei frowned, but the incident happened suddenly, and this was all the people she could mobilize.

She turned her sharp gaze towards Deng Laogui again: "How is it? Any news?"

"Replying to the Saint Lady, no."

"The place where the young hero is imprisoned is not in Guangling Prison."

"But we found out that the execution ground is in the big market in the city." said Deng Laogui.

Hai Mei's face grew even darker, her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent. The public beheading was obviously intended to establish authority. There might be an ambush, but she didn't care anymore.

"There's still time. Urge the reinforcements to come quickly."

"Old Ghost Deng, go prepare..."

"..."

Four days, neither fast nor slow, passed in the blink of an eye.

That day, the market was crowded with people early in the morning, and they were discussing the assassination.

"I heard that this person came from the capital and had previously killed Governor Zhao's son."

"Hiss, that's too cruel."

"What a shame, he was caught."

"It would be great if he could succeed. We wouldn't have to go hungry and pay for food, or send our sons to join the army."

"Yes."

"He was a brave man after all. Let's go collect his body to prevent it from being eaten by wild dogs..."

The people have sharp eyes. Basically, public opinion is on Guan Ning's side, and everyone thinks that Guan Ning is a hero. But this cannot change anything. Today's Guangling City can be said to be centered around this beheading.

Early in the morning, a large number of troops formed a human wall, separating the crowds on the street and leaving a wide passage.

At the same time, a large number of troops were secretly mobilized around the execution ground and even at the four city gates.

The north gate of the Zhao family army’s headquarters is located on the side of the Governor’s Mansion.

Guan Ning was imprisoned in a prison van with disheveled hair and covered in blood. Because he had been tortured in the past few days, it was difficult for him to straighten his back, but he never begged for mercy from beginning to end.

"Tsk, tsk."

"Guan Ning, you have come to this day too?"

"For the past six months, this governor has been thinking about skinning you alive all the time. God, please open your eyes, hahahaha!" Zhao Tai laughed.

Guan Ning's eyes were cold and sharp. Through his hair, he said hoarsely, "Old man, don't be happy too soon."

"I know what you want to do."

"Don't let yourself get hurt!"

Zhao Tai sneered, his majestic face full of the domineering and ruthless control over everything.

"Okay, let's wait and see who has the last laugh. Don't let me catch your woman. Once I catch her, hehehe..." Zhao Tai smiled evilly.

Guan Ning's face was extremely cold!

He executed them before getting the blueprints. Of course, he knew what Zhao Tai was planning, but he had no way to inform the outside world. Once their rescue attempt was exposed, they would be in big trouble.

Of course, he was extremely anxious at this moment. His hands were tied, but he held the iron chain tightly and twisted it quietly. He didn't know when a piece of blunt weapon appeared in his hand.

"set off!"

Following Zhao Tai's spirited order, the execution team immediately set off for the execution ground.

This was Guan Ning's first time riding in a prison van and also his first time being taken to the execution ground. The many times he had escaped death in his past and present lives made him not panic, but more calm.

He kept glancing at the onlookers on both sides from under his messy hair. Although he was seriously injured, his eyes were still sharp, as if he was looking for something.

At the same time, he did not stop gripping the shackles with his hands.

There were huge crowds of people on both sides, countless people watching, but it was very quiet. No one dared to approach the prison van, and no one could approach it.

The convoy advanced bit by bit, getting closer and closer to the execution ground. A large number of troops were guarding it, which was obvious, but the strange thing was that no one from the Church of Balance showed up.