Lin Qiye walked over to the exercise equipment, casually picked the pull-up bar at the edge, loosened up his limbs, and began doing pull-ups.
A year of slumber had left his body incomparably weak. His strength was less than a third of what it had been before. If he wanted to carry out his escape plan, he had to restore his body to peak condition.
As he exercised, the surrounding prisoners secretly eyed him from the corners of their eyes. When they saw that he could only do a little over thirty in one go, contempt appeared in their eyes.
Most of them had received training. Without using their Forbidden Ruins and relying purely on physical strength, doing thirty pull-ups in one breath was absolutely bottom-tier performance.
After completing eight sets of pull-ups, Lin Qiye sat down nearby to rest. Sweat dripped from his cheeks to the ground, and his breathing was somewhat heavy.
Just then, three burly figures stopped in front of him.
Lin Qiye raised his head and saw that the leader was nearly two meters tall and powerfully built. His thick arms were tattooed with blue-faced, fanged evil spirits, and his fierce little eyes stared straight at Lin Qiye as he sneered.
"Kid, you new here?" the buzz-cut lackey behind the burly man asked in a shrill voice.
Lin Qiye gave him an indifferent glance. "Do you need something?"
"Well, aren't you full of yourself?" The buzz-cut lackey chuckled, pointing at the burly man in front of him. "Newcomers don't know the rules, so let me introduce you. This is Brother Ah Meng! He's the boss of our Black Dragon Gang! From now on, you belong to Brother Ah Meng. Hurry up and call him Brother Ah Meng!"
"Black Dragon Gang?" Lin Qiye's gaze swept across the