The Battle in Black Prison

"What happened?!!"

A crisp gunshot rang out, putting everyone in the building on alert.

Zost, who was still standing on the first floor, furrowed his brow tightly. "What the hell? How did they still get a chance to fire?"

"Huh? What did you just say? What did you do?"

The police officer standing in front of Zost asked, having failed to hear him clearly.

"It's nothing, brother. Let's go stand outside. It's a little hot in here!"

Zost, along with several Black Prison members nearby, surrounded him.

They half-pushed and half-guided the police officer out of the Black Prison Tower. Of course, this had everything to do with the gold card in Zost's hand.

Zost waved lightly, and most of the people returned to the first-floor lobby.

More than thirty men stood there with guns in hand, watching the several exits leading downstairs. The moment anyone who wasn't one of their own appeared, they absolutely wouldn't let them escape.

Meanwhile, inside the building.

Reiz looked at the three people who had just fallen in front of him, a trace of frustration in his eyes.

He reached up and plucked the bullet embedded in his forehead out.

Reiz's blazing combat state was gradually weakening, and the scorching heat of the lava on his hands was slowly dropping as well.

Of the three people lying in front of him, two had been pierced straight through the chest, but not a drop of blood had flowed out.

The areas around their gaping wounds had already been completely scorched.

As for the other person, he still had a pistol clutched tightly in his hand, but his entire head had turned to ash.

"Damn it, I was still a second too slow. Entering combat mode takes far too long. Why can Rando transform so quickly?"