At last, the burly alien who had harassed Su Ming kicked his legs and bid this beautiful world farewell for good.
The entire prison fell deathly silent.
How many years had it been?
Even the most vicious prisoners only dared to drag whoever had offended them into the showers in the dead of night, bleed them out, and kill them in secret.
Then they would use the environment to swiftly clean up the scene.
The body would be quietly returned to the cell and disguised as a sudden death from illness.
But such a forceful, blatant murder as this—forget the guards—even the prisoners had never seen one.
No matter which planet they came from or how many eyes they had, their pupils trembled violently at the gruesome sight before them.
The timid ones could not even hold in their piss, leaking a few drops.
Their gazes all turned toward the culprit—Su Ming.
Su Ming's expression remained calm, and there was even a trace of disgust in his eyes.
As though he had merely crushed a cockroach.
Because that thing had disgusted him just now.
"Who is he?"
"Why hasn't he changed into prison clothes?"
"Have Terrans... evolved to become this powerful?"
The prisoners' gazes shifted with difficulty from the corpse to Su Ming, and they were startled again when they noticed he was wearing casual clothes.
The prison uniform the guards had given him was of decent quality, but Su Ming had casually tossed it aside without even looking at it.
A few well-informed prisoners recognized Su Ming from his appearance as a Terran—an Earthling, like Quill.
But as far as they remembered, people from that planet did not possess such absurd combat power.
They immediately fell into deep thought.
"Bzzz—"
"Everyone! Don't move! Squat down with your hands