A Hu

On the other side, Fierce Ghost and A Hu, who had jumped down from the upper bunk, were already arguing, their faces nearly touching.

Seeing the tense situation, it looked like a fight was about to break out.

Fierce Ghost's two henchmen immediately rushed over to help: "A Hu, you damn punk, what do you think you're doing!"

With the three of them surrounding him, the atmosphere in the cell became even more tense.

However, A Hu was completely unfazed.

He had a sturdy build. He tugged at the collar of his prison uniform with his hand, twisted his face, and warned in a low voice:

"You'd best not make any rash moves."

"Or I'll beat you to death!"

Fierce Ghost, having been provoked multiple times, was already itching to lash out.

During these days, he hadn't truly shown the aura of a gang boss in front of Song Ren and Yau Kong Ngau.

This time, he planned to establish his authority using A Hu from the Vietnamese Gang.

After all, he was a man addressed as Brother Ghost by Ah Ren and Ah Ngau, and Fierce Ghost had his own pride.

However, before he could make a move, he was stopped by someone.

"Brother Ghost, go to sleep."

Song Ren tossed a large piece of chocolate to Fierce Ghost, laughing and scolding, "Why bother with that crazy guy? He's brainless."

Among the three brothers of the Vietnamese Gang, the third brother, A Hu, gave the impression of being strong in limbs but weak in mind, and this was indeed how he was portrayed in the story.

So, Song Ren's words were not without reason.

Fierce Ghost glanced at the chocolate wrapped in tin foil in his hand, and his eyes immediately lit up: "Ah Ren, where did you get this?"

In Stanley Prison, although many inmates secretly sold things like cigarettes, a complete chocolate bar like the one Song Ren threw was almost never seen.

Moreover, the chocolate bar was large, making it a guaranteed hot commodity in prison.

Bald Rong and the others were practically drooling.

Song Ren had asked the nurse to buy this for him during his days in the infirmary.

Afterward, he stored it in his storage space, so he didn't have to hide it like other inmates. It was naturally preserved intact, and there was no need to worry about being searched by the guards.

A Hu also swallowed hard. He had been in for over two days, and his mouth felt completely bland.

However, his gaze quickly shifted from the chocolate to Song Ren, and the expression on his face gradually turned ferocious:

"Damn it, I hate it most when people call me brainless."

"From what Fierce Ghost said, you seem pretty good at fighting, right? Come down here and spar with me."

"If you can beat me, I won't hold this against you."

"If you can't beat me, then you're in for it."

By the end of his sentence, A Hu's sinister grin was filled with menace.

He had always been exceptionally confident in his own abilities; besides his second brother Tony, he respected no one.

Before Song Ren could speak, Yau Kong Ngau, who was on the lower bunk, sat up and patted the bed board above him: "Brother Ren, Brother Ghost, leave the new guy to me. I'll handle him."

Song Ren initially wanted to refuse, but seeing the eagerness in Yau Kong Ngau's eyes, he decided not to say anything further.

Since it was a fair contest, the atmosphere in the cell wasn't so stiff.

Several people moved the iron bunk beds inside, clearing out a slightly larger space in the middle.

Bald Rong stood guard at the door, listening to the commotion outside, while the others sat on their bunks, waiting to enjoy the show.

In this fight, Yau Kong Ngau displayed a very good level of skill.

Although he was slightly inferior in physique and strength, he was much more agile and skilled than A Hu.

The third brother of the Vietnamese Gang fought purely with brute force, lacking the spirit of his second brother. After several exchanges, he quickly fell into a disadvantage.

However, A Hu's advantage was also quite apparent; his sturdy build gave him strong resilience.

Yau Kong Ngau was agile, and with a butterfly knife, he could perform fancy moves. If he were using a knife, A Hu's physical advantage would be completely nullified, and he wouldn't last a few rounds.

But when fighting bare-handed, Yau Kong Ngau's disadvantage in physique was more obvious.

He lacked a bit of strength, and after a hundred or so rounds, he finally managed to take A Hu down.

However, A Hu was still somewhat unconvinced. Even with his hands locked and pinned down by Yau Kong Ngau, he was still shouting: "You brat, why are you just dodging around? Are you only good at evading?"

"If you've got the guts, come and face me head-on! Damn it, are you even a man!"

Yau Kong Ngau ignored him. The difference in physique dictated their respective fighting styles.

It was only because they were fighting bare-handed that this guy could last this long.

If they were to use weapons, any weapon at all, he could guarantee that he would finish off this muscle-bound lunatic within two minutes.

The others also mocked A Hu for his overestimation of his abilities, but A Hu continued to shout.

Song Ren irritably jumped off the bunk and waved, "A'ao, let him go."

Hearing this, Yau Kong Ngau released A Hu.

After breaking free, A Hu immediately scrambled up, ready to settle the score with Yau Kong Ngau.

But Song Ren, without a word, suddenly charged forward and unleashed a powerful, full-extension split kick.

The force from his hips, combined with the Hoof Seal heating up.

A Hu's reaction was a beat too slow, only managing to hastily shield his chest with his arms.

But Song Ren's fast, accurate, and fierce aerial back kick slammed into his forearms, knocking them aside.

Thump!

A dull thud.

A Hu's chest caved in, his spine arched high, and he was sent flying backward, losing all strength.

He crashed into the wall behind him with a muffled sound.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his body bent like a shrimp in pain, and he coughed repeatedly.

After several attempts, A Hu simply couldn't get back to his feet.

His face was pale as he looked at Song Ren on the ground. Enduring the swelling pain in his chest, he said hoarsely, "I lost."

He couldn't even withstand one kick; there was no way to explain this.

This was the first time A Hu had seen such terrifying oppressive power from an outsider, comparable to his second brother, Tony.

Even though Song Ren had only used one kick, he could still feel the gap between them.

This guy was truly something else.

Song Ren had expected him to put up more of a fight, but since he backed down immediately, Song Ren had no other thoughts.

He jokingly cursed at the others still watching, "Still looking? Pack your stuff and hurry back to your bunks. I'm tired even if you aren't."

At night, A Hu lay on his bunk, staring at the empty ceiling, a complex mix of emotions churning within him.

He never expected to meet two formidable individuals right after arriving at Stanley Prison.

Although he had verbally expressed his dissatisfaction with Yau Kong Ngau, in reality, he had undoubtedly lost to him.

It was just that the loss felt so frustrating, which made him keep arguing verbally.

As for Song Ren, that single kick was enough for him to admit he was outmatched.

He even compared Song Ren to his second brother, Tony, in his heart, feeling that his second brother's power didn't seem as exaggerated, which he found hard to believe.

Growing up, he had never met anyone who could match his second brother in skill.

It seemed he had encountered one this time.