Star of Civilization

v2 Chapter 105

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When the mob threw the voluntary captured Joyner into the prison, and when the cold iron chain passed through the lute, she held back and didn't say a word. This does not mean that the pain does not exist, because every time she moves a little, the iron chain will pull Joyner's bones, tendons and muscles, causing her unbearable pain.

But no one knows, this thing can't lock her at all!

After genetic modification, Joyner's body can burst out with strength a hundred times greater than that of ordinary people, and it is a piece of cake to twist the iron chain instantly. More importantly, she also has the ability of cells to repair themselves, and the wound on her back can heal in a few minutes.

Joyner tried it a little bit, and the iron chain was very resilient, and the strength of the arm was transmitted, and the iron chain was stretched instantly.

This huge force is enough to pull the iron cable out of the wall, destroying the wall.

But Georgina did not act rashly. Now that she has made up her mind to join the gang, it is impossible for her not to care about other people's opinions. It is impossible for her to go out in an open and honest manner.

Joyner's idea is to first obtain a free identity through legitimate channels, and then let the Xuanming gang fully realize their abilities and use value.

High-end hunters will first disguise themselves as prey.

Joyner turned her eyes to the other end of the corridor and listened carefully.

She has been listening for three nights, and she knows that there should be a few prisoners in the cell over there, so she is going to break free at night and go to have a look.

"Crackling—"

Joyner's face was full of determination, her red hair was hanging tremblingly in front of her forehead, the veins on her forearm were bulging, a huge force burst out from her body, and many tiny cracks appeared on the wall.

The painful tearing sensation hits!

"Tick tock... tick tock..."

Beads of sweat fell drop by drop from Joyner's chin to the ground, and the piercing pain in her back didn't stop for a moment.

She gritted her teeth and didn't even hum.

Joyner turned her wrist carefully, and the plaster on the strong wall began to peel off, making a slight cracking sound.

Soon, the sound of metal twisting and the sound of the wall collapsing mixed together, piercing and ear-piercing.

A hole the size of a bowl was worn out on the wall where the iron chain was fixed. Joyner's fingers stretched along the iron chain, and finally reached the other end of the iron chain, and then her fingertips tightly clasped the ring-shaped gap of the iron chain, and pulled hard.

"Crack!"

The steel bars in the wall were originally welded with a thick iron nail, but the steel bars couldn't bear it under Joyner's huge strength, and showed signs of loosening.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, gravel and rubble fell one after another, and the end of the iron nail fell heavily on the ground!

After hearing the movement, the jailer woke up from his sleep, rubbed his sleepy eyes and came to the iron gate where Joyner was held.

He was just about to stick it up to have a look, but the iron gate opened by itself. I saw a pair of cold eyes looking at me in the dark.

"Ah, you, you...?!"

The unlucky jailer was scared to pee in an instant!

He wanted to run away, but Joyner held his mouth and dragged him into the cell.

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Under the night, hidden in the wealthy area of ​​Sandcastle.

The courtyard of the Rothschild family was crowded with people, and they were having an urgent meeting.

Dozens of fully armed private bodyguards stood outside the courtyard wall, and there were three teams of patrols inside the wall, and several family members sat around the high-walled courtyard with a dignified face.

Vander was covered in wounds, with blood-stained white cloth wrapped around his shoulders, ribs, and thighs, and he was waving one hand in mid-air, emotional and angry.

"We can't sit still no matter what, we have to fight back, that's what I want to say!"

He recounted the situation during the day, and gave suggestions for the next step in righteous words.

"Cough...cough..."

An old man sat on the opposite side of Fandre. Although his face was covered with dimples, he was full of energy, and his eyes were shining with brilliance.

The old man heard this clearly, and coughed a few times until now, and still didn't speak.

This old man is the patriarch of the Rothschild family in the Hidden Sandcastle area, and the prestigious third head of the whole family - Howlo.

I saw Hao Luo holding a thick cigar in his hand, the flame on one end of the cigar flickered on and off, and the soot accumulated for a long time, but it still did not fall off.

He hung his head and was speechless for a while, as if he was thinking about something.

In order to prevent the retaliation of the Xuan Gang, the Rothschild family had already set up many guard posts in the nearby neighborhoods and sent well-armed troops to garrison them. But for now, these defensive measures are basically redundant. Because, they already have a stronger backer, which is enough to make the Xuan Gang dare not easily find a troublesome backer.

But everyone in the family understands that this matter is still far from being resolved.

Mr. Howlo took a deep sip of the cigar, moved his fingers, and knocked off the ashes. Then he raised his eyelids, rolled his eyes, and slowly waved to the bodyguard behind him, who walked quickly.

"Is there any news about the subordinates sent to look for Wang Ming?"

"Go back to the old man, there is no...no news yet."

The big bodyguard froze and said in embarrassment.

"Go, send me a few more people, and be sure to deliver my words."

Old Man Haoluo closed his eyes slightly without anger, and his words carried the aura of a person of high authority.

"Yes, yes, let's go."

"Remember, avoid the eyes and ears of the Xuan Gang." Vander added.

"clear."

After the bodyguard left in a hurry, a person beside Fandre stood up.

"Brother, I know you are unwilling, but we must not be reckless in this matter, we must see the right time, think about the way out before taking action."

The appearance of this middle-aged man is quite similar to that of Van der, the clothes on his body are also bright and bright, and his face is full of indifference.

This person is Van der's elder brother Soros.

"Brother, what are you worried about?" Vander asked hastily.

Soros grinned and said, "If our family really wants to start a full-scale war with them, I will be the first to agree. But you should understand that there is no turning back when we start a bow. We must have full confidence. People's territory."

Vander snorted coldly after hearing this, knowing that what the elder brother said was right, so he stopped talking.

Soros took another two steps, turned his head, frowned and asked puzzledly, "Master, there is something I don't quite understand. What's the use of going to Wang Ming now?"

"You really don't understand?"

Mr. Haoluo's eyes sparkled ~lightnovelpub.net~ and he said slowly, "The two gangs of Xuanming and Ming have been feuding for a long time, what do you think Li Renxuan and Wang Ming will think of us?"

Soros squinted his eyes and said hesitantly, "There must be one party trying to win over the other... just don't know..."

"That's right," Hao Luo twirled his beard and smiled faintly.

"This fellow Wang Ming has actually been keeping secrets for a long time. He has sent people to ask me out more than once, but I have found reasons to decline them. Now that something like this has happened, he has not moved. Do you think this is normal?"

"Oh—" Soros thought for a while, and suddenly realized.

Unexpectedly, there has been secret contact between the family and the Ming gang, and the old man has already predicted that when this happened, the Rothschild family asked him, so Wang Ming must raise his profile at this time, just waiting for the family to take the initiative Don't worry about contacting him.

"Wang Ming is really old and cunning!" Soros' expression relaxed.