Jin Da's face showed no emotion. He pulled out the stopper and used Soul Power to guide the medicinal powder from the bottle, sending it through the air into the mouths of the unconscious Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun.
The powder dissolved as soon as it entered their mouths, quickly blending into their bodies.
Once he had finished, Jin Da put the porcelain bottle away. His figure flickered, transforming into a streak of dark golden light that slipped out of the death row without a sound, leaving no trace behind.
Two hours later.
In the death row passageway, the two guards Jin Da had casually knocked unconscious finally woke up.
They rubbed their sore necks and opened their eyes in a daze.
"Ugh... What happened? How did I fall asleep?" one guard muttered.
"Me too... Weird..." the other agreed.
But before they could say another word, a strange sound caught their attention.
The sounds... muffled sounds of fighting, pained grunts, the dull thuds of Martial Souls colliding, and... some indescribable noises that wouldn't pass review, all came from the cell where Tang San and the others were being held.
The two exchanged a glance, a sense of foreboding rising in their hearts. They hurried over to the cell, stumbling and scrambling, and peered inside through the iron bars.
The next moment, they both froze. Their eyes bulged like brass bells, and their mouths gaped wide enough to fit an egg.
The scene before them was completely beyond their understanding. Its impact was so great that they wondered if they were still dreaming, or... if they had been hit by some kind of mental attack Soul Skill.
Inside the cell, four young men, battered from head to toe and supposed to be unconscious, were now "beating" one another