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  At this moment, Zhang Jun is being taken to prison, but the people escorting him are no longer those police officers, but four heavily armed men. His hands were handcuffed to the top of the car, and his feet were also shackled, making it impossible for him to escape.

  The road was long, and when they had walked halfway, one of the men with small eyes said, "This kid was caught and sent to No. 4 Prison right away, which doesn't follow procedure at all; he must have offended someone."

  Another tall man immediately glared at him and said, "Shut up!"

  The latter immediately shut up, and the person who shouted at him was obviously the leader of several people, with more authority.

  Zhang Jun sighed and said, "Several big brothers, I really offended someone. Once I go in, I'm afraid I won't be able to come out."

  The tall man gave him a cold glance and didn't say anything.

  Zhang Jun said: "Before entering the prison, I want to make a phone call to my family. Can you lend me your mobile phone for a while?"

  The tall man immediately refused: "You have been deprived of personal freedom and cannot make phone calls. This is the rule."

  "Is this according to the rules?" Zhang Jun sneered, "According to the rules, I shouldn't be directly taken to prison, but should wait for the court's verdict. Moreover, the so-called crimes I committed were all fabricated by others, is this also according to the rules?"

  The tall man stopped talking, he obviously didn't want to talk to Zhang Jun more.

  Zhang Jun continued: "If you are willing to help me, I am willing to pay back, and send each of you one million yuan."

  The long-faced man's eye muscles twitched twice, and he cast his gaze at the other three people, exchanging glances with each other. After a long time, the long-faced man said: "Young man, you're quite rich, opening your mouth is four million. But I want to know, how can we get that four million?"

  Zhang Jun smiled, as long as the other party liked money, things would be easy to handle.

  "Lend me your phone for a moment, the person on the other end of the line will directly transfer the money into your account. I've come this far, it's impossible for me to cheat you, it would be very disadvantageous for me." said Zhang Jun.

  The tall man was a decisive person, and he immediately took out his mobile phone and said to Zhang Jun: "You tell me the number, I'll help you dial it. Kid, don't play tricks, otherwise I'll teach you a lesson!"

  Zhang Jundao said: "I can't run away and I don't dare to play tricks." Then he gave a number, which was Zhang Wu's.

  After the phone was connected, the long-faced man handed the mobile phone to Zhang Jun's ear, and he said: "Fifth brother, I am Zhang Jun."

  A voice came from the receiver: "Brother, what's up? You're looking for me?"

  Zhang Jun smiled and said, "Fifth brother, I've run into some trouble. I'm being taken to the Fourth Prison, but I don't know what kind of place it is."

  Zhang Wu was shocked and said, "You've really gotten yourself into trouble! I've heard of the notorious No. 4 Prison, where they lock up extremely dangerous criminals. Several big shots are serving time in there, and once you're in, you'll never come out again. It looks like someone wants to get rid of you, that's why they want to send you to that place."

  Zhang Jiandao said: "There are two people who laid hands on me. One is called Zeng Yong, who used to work in the Public Security Ministry's Police Supervision Bureau. The other I don't know. I had previously disciplined Zeng Yong and also took away a person named Yang Hao from his side. I didn't expect his revenge to be so severe."

  "Don't worry, with Boss around, no one can hurt you." Zhang Wu said with great confidence.

  "Also, immediately transfer one million yuan to each of the four accounts and I'll return it to you when you get back."

  Zhang Wu didn't ask much and agreed directly.

  After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jun let the four long-faced men send the account information to Zhang Wu in a text message. Just five minutes later, all four received a message from the bank, informing them that their bank accounts had increased by one million.

  Suddenly having a million, the four of them had a dreamlike feeling, and their impression of Zhang Jun suddenly improved. The long-faced man was no longer so cold and asked, "Brother, thanks, with this million, our lives will be much better."

  The rest of them also had joyful expressions on their faces. Ten million could let them struggle less for ten years, and the more they looked at Zhang Chuan, the more pleasing he became to their eyes.

  Zhang Jun said calmly: "No need to thank me, just take what you need." Then he casually asked, "How much do the few of you know about Prison No. 4?"

  When it comes to No. 4 Prison, a hint of fear flashed across the faces of several people. The long-faced man said: "Brother, No. 4 Prison is actually nothing special. It's not very big, covering an area of only one hundred mu. There are not many prisoners inside, no more than two hundred people. But the prisoners in this place are all extremely evil and dangerous criminals."

  Zhang Jun's eyebrows rose, and he said, "Oh? Is it that scary?"

  "It's not enough to say that those people are terrifying, they're the devils of this world!" said the beady-eyed man. "Every year around twenty prisoners are sent in, but the number of prisoners in the jail always stays at one hundred and thirty-six, no more, no less."

  "So you're saying all those new ones are dead?" Zhang Jun asked in surprise.

  "The worst part is that every year, three to five management personnel in Prison No. 4 will disappear without a trace, neither alive nor dead."

  Zhang Jun found this strange and asked: "Even the prison police can disappear? Where could they have gone?"

  With a flicker of his narrow eyes, his voice trembling slightly, he said: "There's a rumor that those missing people were eaten by over a hundred people."

  Zhang Jun shook his head, he didn't believe it was true. A group of people locked up, no matter how strong they were, couldn't possibly contend with the country. Rumors were just rumors, not worth believing.

  Half an hour later, the car drove into the mountainous area and soon entered a high and majestic iron gate, followed by a second iron gate, and then a third iron gate. Zhang counted that the car had passed through six iron gates in succession before finally coming to a stop.

  Three fully armed prison guards walked out of a small gate to hand over the procedures. The long-faced man took out a stack of documents and handed them over to one of them for examination. After glancing at it, he said, "The detention of this person does not follow the procedure, we will not accept him."

  The tall man said: "We are acting on orders, for specific matters please contact the people above."

  That man looked at Zhang Jun for a moment, then dialed a number. The person on the other end of the phone said: "This person has committed serious crimes and is extremely dangerous. Our public security department believes that he should be sent to No. 4 Prison for detention. Of course, he will eventually have to go through court trial and sentencing. This person is not suitable for being held in a detention center, so we can only temporarily put him in your No. 4 Prison."

  The prison guard listened and said: "Prison No. 4 can take custody for you, but the time cannot exceed one month. You come to pick up the person after a month."

  "That's all right." The man on the other side hastily said, "We won't be any trouble for Prison Number Four."

  "Hang up the phone," the prison guard said coldly. "We'll take care of him from now on. You can leave."

  The tall man glanced at Zhang Jun and said, "Brother, take care of yourself, I hope you can come out alive." His words were insincere, even he himself didn't believe it. Because no one could walk out of the No. 4 prison alive, not even if they were substituted for detention.

  Zhang Jun smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

  After several escorts left, three prison guards took him through a small iron gate and into a simple room. Here, relevant personnel asked him to sign on several documents, press his fingerprints, and take photos and videos.

  After all this, he was taken to another small room. Here, he was forced to undergo a detailed physical examination to ensure that there were no dangerous goods on his body. Only then did he change into prison uniform and have his fingerprints and iris recorded.

  Following that, he underwent a series of physical health checks, physical strength tests, psychological tests and other procedures. By the time everything was over, it was already early in the morning. But even then, he couldn't rest yet, and was led into a small room filled with metallic objects.

  The room was very dark, with an area of less than twenty square meters, but six tall and sturdy prison guards were standing inside, each one standing there like a fierce god, staring at Zhang Jun with wolf-like eyes.

  Zhang Jun surprisingly still managed to laugh out loud. He raised his hand and greeted the people in the house, saying: "Everyone, please take care of yourselves."

  A prison guard sneered, took a step forward, swung his thick rubber baton and struck him hard in the face. If this hit was solid, Zhang Jun estimated that at least half of his teeth would fall out.

  He slightly shifted his body, the shackles on his feet clinking softly, and he took a step back, still smiling. "I'd like to offer you gentlemen some advice: if you so much as touch me, someone will return it tenfold. I'm sure you're aware that I'm not supposed to be here."

  That man struck out, furious in his heart. Who could listen to him talk? He shouted: "You little brat! If I don't beat you out of your wits today, I'll be walking backwards from now on!" Amidst the loud shouting, he swung his stick and hit again.

  Zhang Jun's feet moved swiftly, and in an instant, he was by his side. With a swift elbow strike, "puff" sounded as it hit the opponent's abdomen. The latter opened his mouth and let out an "ah", his face instantly turned pale like paper, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, clutching his stomach as he slowly crouched down.

  Another five people surrounded him with cold faces, their eyes flashing with sinister light.

  Zhang Jun showed no fear, and put on a posture. If an expert saw his posture, they would find that it had the shadow of Xingyiquan's three-body style, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be yet not quite. This fist posture of his was actually the highest martial art of Shaolin, Xin Yì Bǎ Mǔ Shì, Cuī Tóu Bǎ.

  Heart Intention Boxing has a total of 12 mother postures, namely: Lian Huan Bu (Connecting Ring Step), Fan Shen Pi Bu Chui (Turning Body Splitting Step Punching), Jin Bu Pi Bu Chui (Advancing Step Splitting Step Punching), Yi Shen Bu (Shifting Body Step), Xie Shi Bu (Slanting Posture Step), Shun Shi Bu (Following Posture Step), Fan Shen Tui Cang Bu (Turning Body Pushing Palm Step), Lian Yin Bu (Hanging Shadow Step), Teng Nao Bu (Rising and Twisting Step), Zhan Chi Bu (Spreading Wing Step), Tui Cang Bu (Pushing Palm Step), Hu Pu Bu (Tiger Pouncing Step). The renowned Xingyiquan is formed after integrating Heart Intention Boxing, Yuejiaquan and Daguangquan.

  Xinyi Ba is a secret technique of the Shaolin School that has never been passed on to outsiders, and it is also a protective secret technique that Shaolin monks yearn to learn and master. Due to its extraordinary power and lethal force, it has always been kept confidential. Even when passing it down to Shaolin disciples, they are extremely cautious and repeatedly select the right person. Hua Buqi once said that those who can practice Xinyi Ba to the sixth level are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

  This Heart Intention Stick is one of the thirty-six secret books obtained by Hua Buqi. Zhang Jun's first practice was the Heart Intention Stick, and he had already gained some understanding and experience from it.

  He made a move, and the five people approached him. But he dodged and weaved, his shackles not hindering his movements in the least. Without seeming to exert himself, one of them felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and was sent flying, while the other four missed their mark.