Chapter 384 Stick: Kneel down before me!

“…” Shen Qingyan.

Shen Qingyan's face changed from red to green, and then from green to purple, just like a palette of colors.

Shen Qingyan knew that the useless snacks her daughter often wrote down in her "vengeful little notebook" were things she learned from Long Yijun.

But he didn't expect that Long Yijun would even tell his daughter about the time she slapped him in her dream!

Shen Qingyan was truly embarrassed and ashamed, his handsome face turning purple from holding it in, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qiao Qiao lifted her little feet again.

Shen Qingyan probably didn't intend for her to walk, so he didn't change her into little leather shoes before she went out. Instead, she was still wearing the plush puppy slippers with heels that she wore in the castle.

Hitting someone with a soft slipper is definitely not an option.

Qiao Qiao passed this option.

Shen Qingyan had already vaguely guessed the girl's thoughts from her series of actions.

After guessing, the newly crowned "most amazing dad" started thinking of a solution for his daughter.

Finally, when they arrived at the place where Shen Qingrong was being held, Shen Qingyan got out of the car and carried Qiao Qiao to the trunk.

His military vehicle was a jeep, a five-seater with a large trunk in the back, which was quite full of things, mostly weapons suitable for close combat.

They have knives, including long-handled knives and daggers.

There are sticks, made of solid materials, which have relatively low lethality but are highly maneuverable.

There are also hammers, pitchforks, spears, and so on.

Di Zixuan, who had parked his car in front, thought that Shen Qingyan would carry Qiao Qiao inside after getting out of the car. However, he saw the father and daughter suddenly walk towards the trunk.

He chased after them, looking puzzled.

Just then, Shen Qingyan said to the little girl, "Pick one that suits your hand."

"???" Di Zixuan.

Di Zixuan looked at Shen Qingyan in disbelief.

His eyes looked like he'd seen a ghost.

It was as if it were saying, "Commander, are you possessed?"

Otherwise, how could they so openly and naturally let a young girl choose the weapons? This is too horrifying!

But what terrified him even more was yet to come.

All he could see was that the girl, who had always been so sweet and gentle in his eyes, suddenly changed her expression and pointed fiercely at the big stick in the trunk.

"it!"

Qiao Qiao had her reasons for choosing Koreans.

Other weapons would definitely result in bloodshed, but only a stick can cause internal injuries, which is much cleaner.

After the little girl made her choice, Shen Qingyan reached out and picked up the stick, then returned to the car.

"???" Di Zixuan scratched his head in confusion.

I thought to myself, "Why are we back in the car? We've even picked up our weapons. Shouldn't we be going to fight?"

Meanwhile, Qiao Qiao, who had been carried back to the car by Shen Qingyan, also looked puzzled.

What happened to going to beat someone up?

Why did you sit back down?

"Baby, how wide is your spiritual sense range now?" Shen Qingyan asked Qiao Qiao in a low voice.

Although Qiao Qiao didn't understand, she still replied, "It's less than four hundred meters now."

Shen Qingyan nodded upon hearing this, then frowned and pondered seriously for a moment.

He turned around and let Di Zixuan get back into the car, told him a location, and Di Zixuan drove the car there.

Finally, the military vehicle stopped in a relatively secluded corner around the detention center.

Shen Qingyan wanted Qiao Qiao to take revenge herself, but there were many people in the detention center, and even though they were all his men, he didn't intend to expose her to everyone's gaze.

Therefore, this time, Qiao Qiao needs to take revenge in secret.

Besides, he knew that with his daughter's current abilities, she could beat up Shen Qingrong without anyone noticing, so there was no need for her to engage in close combat.

At this moment, in the detention center.

Shen Qingrong's injuries from before he entered this place have basically healed.

After all, he has been detained for a full two months now.

The case of him bribing a servant to steal letters from Shen Qingyan's study was closed long ago when Old Master Shen came out.

The case wasn't related to military secrets, but his actions were.

The military court sentenced him to life imprisonment.

As for Bi Yatong, once the case is decided, the combined effect will definitely lead to her execution.

However, Shen Qingrong was unaware of this.

When Shen Qingyan's case was closed, he thought he wouldn't die, but would only go to jail, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In his view, as long as he didn't die, there was still a chance.

Relieved, he was in the mood to tidy himself up.

For example, right now, he is standing in the toilet washing up. There is no mirror in the toilet, but the iron door of the toilet is smooth and can vaguely reflect his appearance.

Because he was in a good mood, he hummed a song while brushing his teeth.

only.

His good mood came to an abrupt end when he saw a stick as thick as an arm drifting in through the only vent on the roof of the nearly three-meter-high building where he had been for two months.

This is a black stick, about the length of an adult man's arm, with one end larger than the other.

The larger end is about the size of a baby's head, while the smaller end is slightly thinner than a man's wrist.

Right there in front of him, with a "thump," the window above the vent in the toilet was opened, and little by little, it slid in, as if it had eyes, and floated in towards him.

Shen Qingrong stared in astonishment.

At first, I thought I was seeing things.

He wiped his eyes with his hand, but in that short time, the stick floated right in front of him.

The big end of the stick was facing him.

Before his terrified, almost speechless gaze, it seemed as if someone was holding that thin stick, and with a 'whoosh,' it drifted slightly away, as if gathering strength, and swung straight down at him.

Shen Qingrong instinctively tried to dodge.

But there was a squat toilet right behind him, so if he retreated there, he would only be able to retreat into the squat toilet.

In the brief moment he was stunned, the big stick swung down with a 'whoosh' and hit the back of his knee.

"Thump." Knees hit the cold floor.

Shen Qingrong knelt on the ground in a prostrate position, like a devout believer, with his whole body kneeling and crawling in one direction.

And just outside that direction was the location of the car Qiao Qiao was sitting in.

Shen Qingrong screamed in pain.

He struggled to stand up, but as soon as he straightened his upper body a little, a sharp pain shot through his back, and he fell back down into a kneeling position, like the most devout believer in a church, bowing in one direction.

This time, he was in so much pain that he couldn't get up for a long time.

But the stick wasn't going to let him off so easily. It floated from his back to his front and struck him on the forehead, startling Shen Qingrong so much that he instinctively straightened up.

Then the stick floated back to his back and struck him with a 'smack'. Shen Qingrong was in so much pain that he bent over again, assuming a kneeling posture.