A Hu

On the other side, Fierce Ghost and A Hu, who had jumped down from the top bunk, were already nose to nose, practically pressing against each other.

The situation was tense, and it looked like a fight was about to break out.

Fierce Ghost's two lackeys immediately rushed over to help. "A Hu, you fucking punk, what do you think you're doing?"

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

A Hu, however, wasn't intimidated in the slightest.

He was powerfully built. Tugging at the collar of his prison uniform, he twisted his face into a scowl and warned them in a low voice:

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

"Otherwise, I'll beat you all to death!"

After being provoked several times, Fierce Ghost was already on the verge of exploding.

Over the past few days, he hadn't truly displayed the imposing presence of a gang boss in front of Song Ren and Yau Kong Ngau.

This time, he planned to use A Hu of the Vietnamese Gang to establish his authority.

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

But before he could make a move, someone stopped him.

"Brother Ghost, go to sleep."

Song Ren tossed a large piece of chocolate at Fierce Ghost and laughed as he cursed, "Why bother with that idiot? He's brainless."

Among the three brothers of the Vietnamese Gang, their third brother, A Hu, gave off the impression of having well-developed limbs but a simple mind. That was indeed how he was in the story.

So Song Ren's words weren't entirely groundless.

Fierce Ghost glanced at the chocolate wrapped in foil in his hand, and his eyes immediately lit up. "A Ren, where'd you get this?"

Although some prisoners in Stanley Prison secretly sold things like cigarettes, a whole piece of chocolate like the one Song Ren had thrown over was almost unheard of.

Moreover, it was a large bar of chocolate. In prison, it was absolutely a hot commodity.

Bald Rong and the others were practically drooling as they watched.

Song Ren had asked the pretty nurse to buy it for him during the few days he'd spent in the infirmary.

Afterward, he had stored it in his storage space. He didn't need to hide it like the other prisoners, so it had remained perfectly intact, and he didn't have to worry about the wardens searching it out.

A Hu swallowed as well. He had been inside for more than two days, and his mouth was practically crying out for flavor.

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

"Fuck, I hate it when people say I'm brainless."

"Judging from what Fierce Ghost said, you're pretty good in a fight, huh? Come down and exchange a few moves with me."

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

"But if you can't, you're going to suffer."

By the end of his words, the ferocious grin on A Hu's face was full of menace.

He had always been exceptionally confident in his own strength. Other than his second brother, Tony, he respected no one.

Before Song Ren could speak, Yau Kong Ngau, who was on the lower bunk, sat up of his own accord and slapped the bed board above him. "Brother Ren, Brother Ghost, leave the new guy to me. I'll settle him."

Song Ren had intended to refuse, but when he saw the eagerness in Yau Kong Ngau's eyes, he simply said nothing.

Since it was an open and honorable contest, the atmosphere in the cell wasn't as stiff.

Several people moved the iron bunk beds around, making a slightly larger space in the middle.

Bald Rong stood by the door, listening to the activity outside, while the others sat on their own bunks and waited for a good show.

Yau Kong Ngau performed quite well in this fight.

Although he was slightly inferior in physique and strength, he was considerably better than A Hu in agility and technique.

The Vietnamese Gang's third brother relied entirely on brute force when fighting. He was nowhere near as formidable as his second brother. After several exchanges, he quickly fell into a disadvantageous position.

But A Hu's advantage was also obvious. His powerful build gave him exceptional resistance to blows.

Yau Kong Ngau moved nimbly, and he could make all sorts of flourishes with a butterfly knife. If he had been using a knife, A Hu's physical advantage would have vanished completely, and he wouldn't have lasted more than a few rounds.

But when they fought bare-handed, Yau Kong Ngau's disadvantage in physique was quite apparent.

He was slightly lacking in strength, and it took more than a hundred exchanges before he finally managed to throw A Hu to the ground.

A Hu was still somewhat unconvinced. Even with Yau Kong Ngau pinning him down and locking his hands behind him, he continued to shout, "You little brat, why do you keep dodging? Or is dodging all you're good at?"

"If you've got the guts, fight me head-on! Fuck, are you even a man?"

Yau Kong Ngau ignored him. The difference in their physiques had determined their respective fighting styles.

It was only because they were fighting bare-handed that this guy had managed to last until now.

If they had switched to weapons, any weapon at all, Yau Kong Ngau could guarantee that he would finish off this muscle-bound idiot within two minutes.

The others also mocked A Hu for overestimating himself, but A Hu continued shouting.

Annoyed, Song Ren jumped down from his bunk and waved. "A Ngau, let him go."

Hearing this, Yau Kong Ngau released A Hu.

After breaking free, A Hu immediately scrambled to his feet, preparing to continue settling the score with Yau Kong Ngau.

But without saying a word, Song Ren suddenly charged forward and launched a powerful airborne back kick, his leg splitting straight out.

The force from his waist and hips combined with the Hoof Seal, which had also begun to heat up.

A Hu reacted half a beat too slowly and only had time to hurriedly raise both arms in front of his chest.

But Song Ren's airborne back kick was fast, accurate, and ruthless. It slammed his forearms aside.

Bang!

A muffled impact rang out.

A Hu's chest caved in, his back arched high, and his entire body was sent flying helplessly.

He crashed into the wall behind him, producing another heavy thud.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. His body curled painfully like a shrimp, and he kept coughing in his throat.

After trying several times, A Hu still couldn't stand up.

His face had gone pale. Looking at Song Ren after he landed, he endured the swelling pain in his chest and said hoarsely, "I lost."

There was no way to explain away the fact that he hadn't even withstood one kick.

It was the first time A Hu had seen such terrifying suppression from an outsider—the same kind of overwhelming force as his second brother, Tony.

Even though Song Ren had only thrown one kick, A Hu had still felt the gap between them.

This guy was seriously impressive.

Song Ren had thought A Hu would put up a tough front for a while, but he had surrendered on the spot, so Song Ren lost any further interest.

He laughed and cursed at the others who were still watching the show. "What are you looking at? Pack up and move the beds back already. If you're not tired, I am."

That night, A Hu lay on his bunk and stared at the empty ceiling as complicated emotions surged through his heart.

He really hadn't expected to encounter two formidable guys right after entering Stanley Prison.

Although he was still deeply dissatisfied with Yau Kong Ngau verbally, the fact was that he had unquestionably lost to him.

He was simply unwilling to accept how he had lost, which was why he kept protesting with his mouth.

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

He had even compared Song Ren with his second brother, Tony, in his heart. For some reason, he felt that his second brother's strength didn't seem quite that exaggerated, which left him somewhat incredulous.

From childhood to adulthood, he had never seen anyone whose fighting skills surpassed his second brother's.

This time, it seemed he finally had.