How Many Eyes Does King Ma Have

After Du Youbang finished introducing himself, he cast his icy gaze back onto Song Ren.

The other two death row inmates also looked over.

Of the four people present, three had already stated their names.

Only Song Ren remained silent, making him stand out.

The bald Xu Shao rubbed his oval-shaped head and said with interest, "We have here one dismemberer, one mass murderer, and one spokesperson from the peak of a triad's influence."

"So, do you mind telling us about your glorious deeds?"

"Or perhaps, you'd like me to jog your memory?"

By the end of his speech, the bald man's emotions had become increasingly strange, his eyes even showing bloodshot veins.

He flexed his fingertips, his voice trembling uncontrollably, his whole being filled with excitement:

"It's been too long since I've savored the ultimate pleasure of tearing a living person apart."

"Ha, ha, brother, wanna play?"

Song Ren looked up at the bald man.

He wasn't surprised to encounter this type of death row inmate on this journey, it simply disgusted him.

He then glanced back at the other two inmates who were waiting to watch the show.

Song Ren's voice remained calm: "I heard from the warden that once we leave Stanley Prison, it doesn't matter where or how any of us die."

Lu Zhengyang frowned; there was something off about this guy's tone.

Du Youbang watched with a cold eye.

At this moment, the bald man seemed to have a fit, his body gradually hunching over, his breathing becoming ragged: "Yes, that's right. So, shall we be friends?"

"I, uh, I'm always very enthusiastic with my friends."

Song Ren lowered his eyelids, his eyes gradually filling with a chilling coldness: "You don't seem enthusiastic, more like an animal in heat."

The bald man grinned widely: "Really?"

"My friends used to praise me like that too, and now you're saying the same thing."

"I think you definitely want to be friends with me."

As he spoke, he casually walked towards Song Ren.

Under Song Ren's calm gaze, he watched him without blinking, only speaking again when the man was within five steps.

His expression had turned icy: "Hey, bald guy."

The bald man's eyes were bloodthirsty, his emotions excited: "Hey! What is it? Have you agreed to be friends with me?"

Song Ren took a step forward, his voice so low it seemed to freeze the air: "Do you know how many eyes King Ma has?"

As his voice fell, it was accompanied by the roar of a speeding vehicle.

Song Ren suddenly lunged forward.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Shao, the bald man, saw a chilling face appear before him.

His heart skipped a beat, the bloodthirsty desire rapidly cooling. Just as he was about to grab the other's throat, his calf suddenly ached, and he instinctively took half a step back.

Song Ren suddenly grabbed his collar and stumbled forward!

What entered the bald man's pupils was a knee strike aimed at his face.

He raised his hands to protect his jaw, but the violent impact still sent his head snapping back.

In a hasty glance, the figure that had been in front of him had vanished.

Song Ren flipped under his arm, quickly moving behind the bald man.

Shoulders dropped, elbows tucked!

His clenched fists had knuckles turning white, his stern face devoid of any extraneous emotion.

He landed a punch on the man's unsuspecting lumbar vertebrae.

Xu Shao, the bald man, felt a sharp pain in his waist, half his body going numb.

Just as a hint of pain appeared on his face, Song Ren hooked his chin from behind.

Song Ren took a large step back, causing Xu Shao, the bald man, to stagger and fall backward.

Bang!

Another short knee strike hit the bald man's shoulder blade.

The bald man's body briefly hung in the air.

The next moment, Song Ren had already ducked down.

He used his elbow to strike the back of the bald man's head.

Immediately after, he supported his palm and lifted the bald man's entire back.

Song Ren's Hoof Seal flared up on his back again.

With one punch, the bald man was sent tilting upwards.

The next moment, under the flickering sway of the incandescent light, the bald man was suspended in the air, face turned skyward, his body moving slightly.

Song Ren's dazzlingly fluid martial arts were thus displayed one by one before the widened eyes of the other two inmates.

Using the bald man Xu Shao's back as a hard board.

The instant he fell, Song Ren's fists and feet poured down like a torrent.

Straight punch, Cannon Fist, Three Flowers, Splitting Mountain, Knee Strike, Grabbing Strike, Elbow Strike, Double Heavenly Stance, Iron Bridge Horse...

From beginning to end, the bald man didn't even have a sliver of room to resist.

His pained howls were gradually drowned out by the barrage of blows.

Under the thunderous thuds, flesh and bone were shattered inch by inch.

The brand new prison uniform was torn to shreds under the onslaught of fists and feet.

And the back beneath the uniform, tattooed with a vibrant peony flower, quickly became a bloody mess.

The bald man's body practically floated in the air for a full several seconds!

Bits of flesh and blood splattered outwards!

His entire back presented a completely twisted, broken angle.

Waist, spine, shoulder blades, back of the head!

Not a single inch of skin on that back remained intact. In the final moment of his crashing fall, the bald man was still spitting blood, his eyes already vacant.

Thump!

The body hit the ground with a dull thud against the container.

The burly Lu Zhengyang stared, wide-eyed.

He craned his neck, unable to help but swallow, his face filled with horror.

And Du Youbang, the leader of Fu Yi, who had once made other gangs wary, also fell silent.

Killing someone wasn't what shocked them.

Both of them had the lives of several, even more than ten people on their hands, so how could they be scared by a dead man.

But it was the ferocity Song Ren displayed throughout that made them most apprehensive.

In less than two minutes, he had beaten a lively death row inmate to death.

Especially that shattered spine, seemingly floating in mid-air.

This was something neither of them had ever heard of.

Who the hell was this guy!

Du Youbang glanced at the bald man on the ground, at the blood flowing from the container, and subconsciously pursed his lips, gazing deeply at Song Ren.

He felt a fear he'd never known for someone.

Song Ren wiped the blood from the back of his hand and leaned back into the corner.

While closing his eyes to rest, he was also suppressing the surging bloodlust within him.

This was the first time he had killed someone with his bare hands.

It was truly—so stimulating!

At this moment, it seemed as though no one cared about the lifeless corpse on the ground.

The inside of the container fell into complete silence. The incandescent light hanging above continued to sway, and everything seemed as usual.

The truck carrying the container finally stopped at a secluded villa in the wilderness.

Surrounded by barren mountains and wild land, there was a detached villa in front.

It was quiet all around, and the rustling sounds of crickets and other insects could still be heard.

The container was opened from the outside, and the incandescent light simultaneously went out.

A ray of clear moonlight pierced through the scattered clouds, shining in from the doorway of the container.

The driver, who had just opened the door, was immediately stunned. The figure lying in the pool of blood inside was too striking.

The driver, dressed in a suit, his face darkened: "Who did this!"

Song Ren, in the corner, looked up: "Me."

The driver glanced at him with a grim expression, then suddenly broke into a smile and gave a thumbs-up: "Well done!"

The next update schedule is tentatively set for one update daily at midnight, and another after 12 PM.