Ruffian

Outside the field, the patrolling prison guards noticed this scene and immediately became extremely nervous.

A riot of this scale was no longer something they, a dozen or so guards, could suppress.

While blowing a whistle to warn those inside, they banged their batons against the wire mesh outside, sternly ordering the inmates inside to disperse immediately.

Some guards also picked up their pagers and began calling for support from outside.

Inside the prison yard, the standoff involving about seventy people grew increasingly tense, the situation seemingly on the verge of exploding.

A Ji stepped out from the crowd.

He stared at Song Ren, who was at the front, raised his eyelids, his expression cold and stern:

"You brat, you dare mess with our Zhong Yi Xin."

"If I let you walk back safely today, I'll rip my head off and let you use it as a ball!"

"No, I'm not that twisted." Song Ren let out a soft scoff.

Without further ado, he beckoned to A Ji with a slight wave: "Come."

A Ji's face immediately clouded over. Faced with this seemingly flippant gesture, he could no longer tolerate it.

The impulse he had suppressed for so long, all his calmness, was thrown to the back of his mind.

Getting out tomorrow?

What a load of crap!

I'm going to beat you to death right now!!!

A Ji made the first move. Following him, over forty inmates from various gangs, as if receiving an order, let out a fierce roar, and a large group of inmates surged forward.

"Go to hell, Siu Jai Ming, I'm coming to beat you to death!"

"You bunch of bastards, all of you dead and gone!"

"A Ren, you son of a bitch!"

The scene was like a group of sharks smelling blood, wild and brutal!

Song Ren remained very calm. He turned his head, raised an eyebrow at Yau Kong Ngau beside him, and said with a smile, "What do you think, scared?"

Yau Kong Ngau's eyes were filled with a bright light: "Brother Ren, to be honest, I've been feeling uncomfortable being idle lately. Now I'm actually a little excited."

Song Ren smiled noncommittally, then asked Siu Jai Ming and the other twenty-odd people behind him, "What about you guys? It's your first day following me as boss, how does it feel?"

Siu Jai Ming's eyes were full of ferocity.

How could a young punk who dared to ask for a transfer be someone who feared trouble?

Even facing double the number of opponents, he showed no fear, glaring and shouting loudly, "Brother Ren, this scene is so exciting!"

Song Ren patted his shoulder, signaling, "Don't be like this, don't get too excited."

"You just need to hold on for a moment, leave the rest to me."

With that, he took the lead and charged forward.

At first, Siu Jai Ming didn't quite understand what Brother Ren meant.

It wasn't until Song Ren started to act that he took a deep breath.

At this moment, as Song Ren faced the surging crowd, his eyes burned like a raging fire.

Fiery and bright!

Practicing martial arts...

What is it for?

Is it for strengthening the body?

Don't be ridiculous, I'd rather do broadcast gymnastics!

In ancient times, martial arts were for protecting the family and the country, for acting heroically and righteously, for eliminating evil and promoting good...

It was also for being the best under heaven!

And in Song Ren's eyes, practicing martial arts was about tempering the body and breaking through physical limits.

Even facing thousands of people—

I will go!

Taking the lead, Song Ren plunged headfirst into the surging crowd of over forty people!

His recklessness was enough to make one's scalp tingle!

With a boss like Song Ren leading the charge, those twenty-odd young punks who had just transferred became excited.

What they yearned for was the unwavering spirit and fierce, powerful strength that Song Ren had displayed in the previous two fights.

In a situation like this, when the boss himself charged forward, why should they, his subordinates, be afraid!

Yau Kong Ngau felt his blood surging, and he too felt a long-lost restlessness.

A fierce conflict involving over seventy inmates suddenly erupted here.

Song Ren plunged straight into the crowd, rushing forward and ducking low to evade a punch.

He leaned his body forward, arms outstretched like a drawn bow, his shoulder blades arching high.

The Hoof Seal on his spine became unprecedentedly hot at this moment, a sense of power coursing through his entire body.

One punch!

Dong!

The thug who met him head-on knocked two others behind him to the ground. Clutching his stomach, he knelt, curling into a fetal position like a shrimp, foam spewing from his mouth.

The next moment, fists surged from all around, mixed with the occasional glint of sharp spikes, like cold light.

These were screwdrivers smuggled from the supervisors, or toothbrushes sharpened by the inmates themselves, or even small, polished files.

All sorts of hidden, homemade weapons swarmed towards Song Ren.

Song Ren braced himself on the ground, dodging several dangers with a sideways movement.

However, his prison uniform was still cut open at the waist.

A shallow bloody trace appeared on his waist.

A fierce light instantly erupted in Song Ren's eyes.

Like a tiger or leopard, he advanced instead of retreating.

He lunged forward, locking onto an arm with one hand, and used the leverage to deliver a powerful side kick, flipping over three to five people in front of him.

He took the opportunity to twist his body again, dodging another group attack.

Simultaneously, he pulled down the arm he had locked, his raised knee smashing into the opponent's abdomen.

Crack!

The man's chest bone snapped, and he collapsed on the spot, passing out from the pain.

Song Ren took half a step back, just preparing to change his attack, when a flying kick suddenly came from the side, hitting his shoulder hard.

He staggered a couple of steps to the side. An inmate seized the opportunity, gripping a file from a concealed angle, and lunged directly for Song Ren's kidney.

But at the last moment, Song Ren caught the file with his bare hands.

The file had been sharpened slightly by the man, and it had already cut his palm, blood beads dripping down.

Song Ren's gaze deepened further. He kicked out to disrupt the man's unstable stance, then flicked his heel upwards.

Ka-ching!

The inmate's eyes bulged as if they would pop out. He clamped his legs together, his face contorted in pain.

Finally, he knelt down with his feet turned inward, his face completely pale.

Song Ren flipped his wrist, gripping the small file backward, and swung it with force.

The sharpened tip of the file pierced straight into the side of one man's face.

It penetrated his cheek and went directly into his mouth, the tip even piercing his tongue.

The man stiffened, his whole body trembling. He weakly shielded his face and let out a hoarse wail.

This gruesome scene caused the inmates who had rushed forward in a frenzy to freeze for a moment.

They felt a chill run through their bodies and involuntarily paused their advance.

Taking advantage of this moment, Song Ren brushed off a footprint from his shoulder and then looked at A Ji, who was lowering his head, twisting his face, and watching him with a low gaze.

A Ji waved his hand and said coldly, "He's mine. You guys move aside."

Song Ren glanced at the small pipe knife A Ji was holding, clicked his tongue, and shook his head slightly.

The surrounding inmates instinctively cleared some space for the two of them.

A Ji took half a step forward, one hand gripping the pipe knife, the other held out loosely.

Song Ren's expression smoothed over as he walked directly towards A Ji.

A Ji frowned, This guy...

He's terrifyingly calm!