Brute

Outside the yard, the patrolling guards noticed what was happening and immediately grew extremely tense.

An uprising of this scale was already beyond what a dozen or so guards could suppress.

They blew their whistles to warn those inside while banging their batons against the wire fence outside, sternly ordering the prisoners to disperse at once.

Some of the guards also picked up their radios and began calling for reinforcements outside the prison block.

On the prison yard, the standoff involving more than seventy people grew increasingly tense. The situation seemed ready to explode at any moment.

A Ji stepped out from the crowd.

He stared at Song Ren in front, raised his eyelids slightly, and said coldly:

"You little bastard. You dared to mess with Zhong Yi Xin."

"If I let you walk back safely today, I'll tear off my own head and let you kick it around like a ball!"

"Don't. I'm not that twisted." Song Ren let out a soft scoff.

Without wasting any more words, he beckoned lightly at A Ji. "Come."

A Ji's face immediately darkened. Faced with such a provocative gesture, he no longer wanted to hold back.

The impulse he had suppressed for so long completely overwhelmed his composure.

Getting out tomorrow?

Who the hell still cared about that!

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

A Ji struck first. The more than forty prisoners from various gangs seemed to receive a command, roaring as one before surging forward in a massive wave.

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

"You bunch of fucking bastards! May your whole families drop dead!"

"A Ren, you family-wrecking bastard!"

The scene was like a pack of sharks that had caught the scent of blood—frenzied and savage!

Song Ren remained perfectly calm. He turned to raise his brows at Yau Kong Ngau beside him and smiled. "Well? Scared?"

Yau Kong Ngau's eyes shone brightly. "Brother Ren, honestly, I've been pretty uncomfortable having nothing to do lately. Now I'm actually a little excited."

Song Ren smiled noncommittally before asking the more than twenty men behind him, including Siu Jai Ming, "What about you? It's your first day acknowledging me as your boss. How does it feel?"

Siu Jai Ming's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

How could a young punk who had dared to announce his transfer to another gang be afraid of trouble?

Even when facing twice their number, he showed no fear at all. He glared wide-eyed and shouted, "Brother Ren, this is so damn thrilling!"

Song Ren patted him on the shoulder and reminded him, "Don't get carried away. Whatever you do, don't get too excited."

"You only need to hold them off for a moment. Leave the rest to me."

With that, he charged forward at the head of the group.

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

Only when Song Ren began fighting did he draw a deep breath.

At that moment, as Song Ren faced the surging tide of people, flames seemed to burn in his eyes.

Blazing and bright!

Why did people practice martial arts?

To strengthen the body?

Give me a break. If that were all, I might as well do broadcast calisthenics!

In ancient times, people practiced martial arts to defend their homes and country, to uphold justice, and to eliminate evil and promote virtue...

It was also for the sake of becoming the greatest under heaven!

But in Song Ren's eyes, practicing martial arts meant tempering the muscles and bones and breaking through the limits of the body.

Even if he faced millions--

I would still advance!!!

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

His recklessness made people's scalps go numb!

With a boss like Song Ren charging into battle first, the more than twenty young punks who had just switched gangs all became excited.

What they admired was the fearlessness Song Ren had displayed in his previous two fights, along with that fierce and powerful strength.

In a situation like this, if even their boss had charged in, what the hell did they have to fear?

Feeling the blood in his body surge wildly, Yau Kong Ngau also grew restless in a way he had not for a long time.

A violent clash involving more than seventy prisoners erupted here.

Song Ren drove straight into the crowd. As he reached them, he suddenly lowered his body and dodged a punch.

He leaned forward and spread his arms like a drawn bow, while the shoulder blades along his back arched into high ridges.

The Hoof Seal on the vertebra at the center of his back became hotter than ever. A powerful sensation surged through every part of his body.

One punch!

Thud!

The thug in front was knocked into two people behind him. Clutching his stomach, he dropped to his knees, his body curling up like a shrimp as foam spilled continuously from his mouth.

In the next instant, fists came surging in from all directions, mixed with sharp points that occasionally flashed with cold light.

They were screwdrivers smuggled out by prisoners from the workshop, toothbrushes they had sharpened themselves, and small files that had been ground down.

All kinds of privately hoarded and homemade weapons swarmed toward Song Ren.

Song Ren braced one hand against the ground and twisted aside, dodging several dangers.

But something still cut open a slit in the waist of his prison uniform.

A faint smear of blood appeared across his waist.

Murderous intent immediately bloomed in Song Ren's eyes.

His body moved like a tiger or leopard. Instead of retreating, he advanced.

He lunged forward and firmly locked one arm. Borrowing the force, he unleashed a powerful side kick that sent three or five people tumbling in front of him.

He then twisted around and spun again, dodging another group assault.

At the same time, he pulled the locked arm downward, driving his raised knee into the other man's abdomen.

Crack!

The man's breastbone broke. He collapsed on the spot, pain knocking him unconscious.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Song Ren withdrew half a step. Just as he was about to shift his attack, a flying kick suddenly came from the side and slammed into his shoulder.

He staggered two steps to the side. A nearby prisoner seized the opportunity, gripping a file from a concealed angle and stabbing straight toward Song Ren's kidney.

At the last moment, Song Ren caught the file with his bare hand.

The prisoner had sharpened the file until it was fairly keen. It had already sliced open Song Ren's palm, and beads of blood dripped one after another.

Song Ren's gaze grew even darker. He raised his leg and swept aside the unsteady man's base, then smoothly flicked his heel upward.

A devastating blow...

The prisoner's eyes bulged as if they were about to pop out. He clamped his legs together, his face crumpling into a ball.

At last, he dropped to his knees with his feet turned inward, his face deathly pale.

Song Ren flipped his wrist, reversing his grip on the small file's handle, and swung it with sudden force.

The sharpened tip of the file drove straight through the side of a man's face.

It pierced his cheek and went directly into his mouth, the tip even stabbing into his tongue.

The man's body stiffened. Trembling all over, he weakly shielded his cheek and began to howl hoarsely.

The ghastly sight left the prisoners who had rushed in hot-headedly frozen for a moment.

They felt cold all over and unconsciously slowed their steps.

Taking advantage of the moment, Song Ren brushed the footprint from his shoulder before looking toward A Ji, who stood with his head slightly lowered, his face twisted as he watched Song Ren with a heavy gaze.

A Ji waved a hand and said coldly, "He's mine. Everyone, move aside."

Song Ren glanced at the small pipe knife clutched in A Ji's hand, clicked his tongue, and gently shook his head.

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

A Ji stepped forward half a pace, gripping the small pipe knife in one hand while holding the other loosely raised.

Song Ren wiped away all unnecessary emotion from his face and walked straight toward A Ji.

A Ji furrowed his brows. This guy...

He was terrifyingly calm!