The supreme master of the female president

"Okay!" Caesar wanted to say something, but seeing Yang Yitian's solemn expression, he nodded in agreement.

"By the way, you said that Jack next to Poros and the nigger are going to live. Now that the two of them are locked in my darknet prison, what do you plan to do?" Caesar asked.

Yang Yitian's eyes were gloomy. Back then on the transport ship, it was Poros' men Jack and the nigger who cut the rope between Jiang Xinyao and Yang Xuan, which was equivalent to killing his wife with their own hands.

This blood feud must make the two of them pay ten times the price.

"Lead the way!" Yang Yitian said in a deep voice.

Caesar did not refuse, and brought Yang Yitian to the prison of the dark net, where Jack and the nigger were locked up, and their hands and feet were tightly chained by heavy shackles.

In the "Death and Death" prison, Jack and the black ghost saw Yang Yitian's piercing face, and their scalps went numb with fright, and their whole bodies trembled.

"Give me the key, go out!" Yang Yitian said to Caesar.

Caesar nodded, handed the key of the prison to Yang Yitian, and left tactfully.

"Death. Forgive. Forgive. Poros told us to do it when we were on the boat. Don't care about our business. Please let us go." Jack yelled, and the black ghost quickly calmed down from the brief panic. , because he knew very well that he would definitely die tonight, so he might as well die with dignity.

Yang Yitian's stern face was like a devil baring his teeth. He opened the iron door of the prison and walked in with a tactical knife in his hand.

"what!"

The extremely painful wail exploded in the dim prison, even Caesar outside could hear it.

"Alas!" Caesar shook his head. He knew very well that Jiang Xinyao's death had turned Yang Yitian into a bloodthirsty devil. If he didn't get rid of all the people involved, this man would never let it go.

Ten minutes later, Yang Yitian came out, but the robe he was wearing was stained red by blood splashes, which looked abnormally permeable.

"Throw them both into the sea." Yang Yitian said, and then walked past Caesar, leaving only a back.

Caesar turned around and entered the prison. Even though he had seen the world, he couldn't help getting goosebumps when he saw the tragic situation of Jack and the black ghost. He lamented that Yang Yitian, who was calm on the surface, had a very cruel devil in his heart.

For the next few days, Yang Yitian never went out of the room. Li Ruihao, Meng Yuan and other members of Longyin's team were very worried about his state, but they didn't know what to do.

"Boss, it's time to eat." At noon that day, Li Ruihao asked the hotel to prepare the meal and brought it to Yang Yitian himself.

Yang Yitian had a sloppy beard, a slightly pale face, and was a little tired and vicissitudes. Obviously, he hadn't slept much these days, and there were still cigarette butts under his feet.

"Put it there!" Yang Yitian said lightly.

"Boss, people are like iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat or drink these two days, your body will definitely be overwhelmed. Don't forget that you are still injured!" Li Ruihao said with concern.

"I said, just put it there!" Yang Yitian's originally calm voice suddenly became a little low.

"Oh!" Li Ruihao nodded helplessly, put the food on the table, and then walked away in three steps.

Yang Yitian lit a cigarette again, and breathed out a deep mouthful of white mist. He had thought a lot these days, and finally made a decision in his unsteady heart.

"Huh~~~" Yang Yitian walked to the window and looked at the quiet dark city. Since the meeting of the gods and the blood feud between him and Poros ended, many killers of forces have left.

In the afternoon, Yang Yitian finally stepped out of the room. He came to Song Cheng's room, squeezed out a faint smile and said, "How are you recovering these days?"

"Very good!" Song Cheng nodded quickly, and then asked cautiously, "Boss, are you okay?"

"What can I do?" Yang Yitian cursed amusedly, making it impossible to see what he was thinking, but his eyes were a little muddy and vicissitudes.

"Boss, do you want to go back to the capital with us first?" Meng Yuan looked at Yang Yitian and asked.

"No, wait a little longer, I'm going back to Ningjiang City!" Yang Yitian sighed, he was not ready yet.

"Yeah!" Meng Yuan didn't insist anymore, he also knew that Yang Yitian would find it difficult to accept that Liu Yanran gave birth to a son for him in a short period of time, and Jiang Xinyao died not long ago, his boss must be very sad now.

"What's his name?" Yang Yitian asked suddenly.

Meng Yuan was stunned, and said with a smile: "I haven't taken it yet, but the name of the breast is Xiaohao."

"Are you upright?" Yang Yitian smiled faintly, wondering what he was thinking.

"Boss, that old thing from the Liu family is not dead. Xiaohao is a matter between Sister Yanran and your son. We can only keep it a secret forever, so if you go there at that time, remember to be careful." Meng Yuan reminded.

Hearing this, Yang Yitian's forehead wrinkled tightly. After these few days of contemplation, he understood Liu Yanran's difficulties. Everything was caused by that old Liu family.

"Okay, I know!" Yang Yitian nodded deeply, even he was very vigilant about that old Liu family, and he might fall into the abyss if he was not careful.

Seeing that Yang Yitian listened to his own words, Meng Yuan smiled gratifiedly, and then continued with a sigh: "Boss, Sister Yanran really loves you, and when you married Jiang Xinyao, she hugged Xiaohao all night. Didn't sleep."

"Really?" Yang Yitian was inexplicably upset, remembering the last time Liu Yanran came to Ningjiang City, he even slapped her with his own hands, her heart must have hurt at that time.

"Yeah, her eyes are red, as if she cried secretly." Meng Yuan sighed.

Yang Yitian lowered his head, pondering something, then changed the subject and asked, "When are you going to leave?"

"It should be a few days. We will go back when Song Cheng's injury is better." Meng Yuan replied.

"Okay!" Yang Yitian smiled calmly. At this time, a person walked in from outside, stood in front of him and bent down, and said respectfully: "Lord Death God, our Holy Lord welcomes you!"

"What does Caesar want from me?" Yang Yitian raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know, I just came here to invite you." The person from the dark net said in awe.

"Yes!" Yang Yitian frowned slightly, guessing that Caesar asked him to come over because there was probably something important.

"Master Death, please!"

This person made a gesture of invitation, and took Yang Yitian to the conference hall of the darknet headquarters. In addition to Caesar, there were also leaders of the four major forces standing inside.