Song Zhao broke into the Ministry of Justice.

The environment in the torture room was wet and bloody. The more you walked in, the more harsh the prisoner screamed when he was tortured.

Her cheeks were tight and she was familiar with the dark room that tortured the felon.

Fu Nanqian, who followed in, scratched his hair in surprise.

How did Zhaozhao of the Song family understand the structure of the Ministry of Justice so well?

The door of the dark room was open, and there were various terrifying torture instruments inside.

The interrogator of the Ministry of Justice heard footsteps and asked, "Has the people outside solved it?"

Just raised his head.

I saw Song Zhao's slender figure flashing in from the door.

The girl's scarlet skirt was stained with blood, and she was holding a pistol in her hand, with an uncontrollable aura.

The delicate eyebrows and eyes were half closed in the dim candlelight, with no expression on his face, and his eyes were fixed on Song Jinfu, who was covered in blood behind the interrogation chief, and could not see his face.

In an instant, the murderous intent in Song Zhao's eyes almost broke through the dark room.

Third brother.

The interrogator's sharp eyes fell on Song Zhao, and he narrowed his eyes, "Miss Song Er."

Song Zhao's eyebrows and eyes were violent and horrifying, and she quickly walked towards the interrogator.

The interrogator was holding a blood-soaked torture instrument in his hand. Seeing this, he patted Song Jinfu's face with the torture instrument and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness has confessed that he has trespassed into the Ministry of Justice without permission. He is disrespectful and will be killed without mercy."

Song Jinfu had fainted. His hands were obviously shaped. The finger bones of both hands had been broken, and his fingers showed a twisted posture, and blood fell from his fingertips to the ground.

A bloody color quietly floated up under Song Zhao's dark eyes.

She walked faster, but was stopped by Fu Nanqian who was chasing him.

"Song family Zhaozhao calmed down." Fu Nanqian said nervously, "I observed it. There were ambush everywhere in this dark room, so you can't get close to it casually."

Song Zhao continued to approach without squinting his eyes, and the interrogator sneered and pressed the button on one side.

But before his fingers touched, a silver needle came in the air, numbing his body.

Song Zhao took the opportunity to snatch the torture instrument from his hand and knocked heavily on his forehead.

The interrogator fell to the ground dizzy. Before she could react, Song Zhao stepped on her hard. The beautiful embroidered shoes under her feet were gentle and harmless, but when she stepped on the interrogator's hands, a row of blades fell.

The blade sharply grinded his hands, cutting off half of his hands.

"Ahhh!" The interrogator's tears fell from pain, heartbreaking.

"Come, come!"

Song Zhao lowered his eyes, tilted his head and smiled, "You said that all the waste outside are dead."

The interrogator was sweating coldly, his face tense, and he murmured in disbelief, "Then those dead soldiers who have been nurtured by His Royal Highness for more than ten years..."

Song Zhao turned around and held Song Jinfu's body, checked his pulse with his fingers, and stabbed him several times with a silver needle.

At this time, another black shadow popped out of the dark room and rushed over quickly.

Fu Nanqian bravely rushed towards the man, but the man cut his hand back and raised his knife to chop him.

Song Zhao hooked his eyes and smashed the torture instrument he had taken from his hand quickly and fiercely at the back of the man's head.

Duan Yunsui fell to the ground, turned his face and looked at Song Zhao who was attacking him with a complicated expression.

The ruthlessness on the girl's face made him shudder.

Song Zhao did not look at him, and helped Song Jinfu walk out. When he passed by Fu Nanqian, he asked coldly.

"What are you here for?"

Fu Nanqian was in a daze, "I'll protect you."

Song Zhao laughed.

Fu Nanqian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

He felt guilty and forced a smile.

"Song family Zhaozhao, you are so cool."
Chapter completed!