Nuoding City Had Scarface, Spirit City Had Brother Long!

Gangzi had landed in prison yet again.

The paperwork went through so fast there was no interrogation. At Bai Ranmo's urging, Gangzi was thrown straight into Spirit Hall's Heavenly Prison.

Damn it... Once I get out, I'll destroy Spirit Hall at any cost! Gangzi screamed inwardly.

A voice came from behind him. "Well, well, look who it is! Isn't that the famous Master Yu Xiaogang?"

Gangzi turned stiffly and saw a burly man holding a bar of soap, with a dragon tattoo stretching over his shoulder!

The man grinned, showing a mouthful of yellowed teeth. "Xiaogang, let me introduce myself. I'm A Long. Used to be a Soul Saint. Killed a few people and got locked up. Everyone in here calls me Brother Long. You can too!"

"H-hello, Brother Long." Gangzi swallowed.

Brother Long chuckled and dropped the soap. "Xiaogang, pick that up for me."

Gangzi: "..."

Gangzi had seen this scene countless times in Nuoding City. Brother Long was even bigger than Scarface. Gangzi felt he might be beaten to death.

He scrambled to the cell door, pounded on it, and shouted, "Bibi Dong, come save me!"

"Listen up, you Prison Guards! I'm an Honorary Elder of Spirit Hall, and my father is Thunder Douluo! Where's Bibi Dong? I want to see her! Tell her Yu Xiaogang wants to see her!"

"What are you yapping about?" A Prison Guard's baton lashed out, knocking back the part of Gangzi's head pressed against the cell window.

The Prison Guard opened the cell door, his face full of impatience. "You dare call His Holiness the Pope by name? Looks like you need a lesson!"

Before Gangzi could react, the baton came down. Six strikes a second, and Gangzi didn't make a sound.

"Not bad, kid. You've got some backbone!" The Prison Guard