The entire door could no longer withstand the terrifying force and collapsed inward with a crash.
A metal door panel weighing hundreds of tons crashed to the ground.
A cloud of dust instantly rose up, obscuring the view.
The criminals in the corridor held their breath.
They could sense an extremely violent and savage aura lurking behind the smoke and dust.
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.
An extremely burly figure strode in.
Gure carried the enormous warhammer on his shoulder.
He stepped onto the collapsed alloy gate and appeared before the group of criminals.
Gure stopped in his tracks.
His gaze swept over the aliens, pirates, and serial killers.
His eyes were filled with disdain, and his expression was arrogant as he surveyed the group of men in orange prison uniforms.
Gure chuckled, his tone filled with disappointment and mockery.
He muttered to himself, but his voice was loud enough for everyone present to hear.
"A bunch of weaklings..."
"Can this kind of stuff really be of any help...?"
This extremely arrogant taunt echoed in the deathly silent corridor.
The criminals were stunned for a moment.
He was immediately enraged.
They are the most vicious criminals in the entire universe.
Even the elite forces of the Galactic Patrol would have to give them a wide berth.
Now, some guy who appeared out of nowhere is pointing his finger at me and calling me a nobody.
Several hot-tempered space pirates immediately flew into a rage.
Who do you think you are!
"Court death!"
They unleashed a powerful aura, their figures blurring as they charged straight at Gure.
Sharp claws and fists wreathed in flames attempted to tear this arrogant intruder apart.
Gure simply gripped the handle of the warhammer with one hand and casually swung it outwards.
The enormous hammerhead sliced through the air.
It produced a terrifying sonic boom.
"Boom!"
The violent shockwave slammed directly into the charging pirates.
The hammer didn't even touch their bodies.
The sheer wind pressure generated by the swinging motion sent these formidable thugs flying, along with their arrogance.
They were sent flying backward at a faster speed than when they were charging towards them.
It crashed through several layers of walls behind it and was buried in the rubble.
Gure controlled his strength, sparing their lives.
The other criminals, who had been eager to try their luck just moments before, were now frozen in place.
No one dared to make the slightest move.
Heavy footsteps came from behind the crowd.
The burly Saganbo pushed aside the prisoners blocking his way.
He strode to the front, facing Gure directly.
Saganbo glanced down at the bloodstains left by the pirates on the ground.
He frowned slightly, his gaze returning to Gure.
The aura emanating from the other party was unfamiliar; they didn't seem to be one of Lord Moro's subordinates.
Saganbo asked in a deep voice.
"Were you sent by Lord Moro?"
Gure paused slightly upon hearing the name.
He put down the warhammer he was carrying on his shoulder.
" Moro?"
He gave a cold laugh.
"Isn't that the guy who made a deal with Towa?"
Saganbo's pupils constricted slightly.
Towa?
He had never heard of that name before.
But since the other party mentioned Moro and acknowledged the existence of the deal, it means that Moro has indeed begun to take action.
Gure ignored Saganbo's reaction.
He slammed his warhammer heavily onto the ground.
"Click--"
Gure announced loudly.
"I'm sure I'm right, my job is to let you out."
He looked around at the group of criminals who had finally figured out what was going on.
His gaze fixed on Saganbo, and he suddenly pulled out a communicator from his hand.
What Towa handed him at that moment was probably something he would use to contact that Moro.
You should still need this!
"Now you are free."
"Go ahead and cause a huge ruckus!"
After saying that, Gure didn't linger.
He lifted up the Dark Dragon Ball.
A deep spatial wormhole appeared out of nowhere.
Gure turned and stepped into the wormhole.
The wormhole rapidly contracted and eventually disappeared.
Only the shattered floor remained in the corridor, proof that he had been there.
Saganbo stared at the spot where Gure had disappeared.
He received confirmation.
Moro has not forgotten them.
Moro is back.
Saganbo laughed wildly, looking up at the sky.
Laughter echoed through the dilapidated prison corridors, making one's eardrums ache.
He turned around abruptly.
Addressing all the criminals present.
Did you hear that?!
Saganbo opened his arms and called out fervently.
"The era of Moro has begun!"
"He gave us freedom!"
He stopped smiling, and his face became extremely ferocious.
A violent aura emanated from him without reservation, oppressing everyone present.
"Now, everyone, swear allegiance to Moro!"
"Otherwise..."
Saganbo's gaze swept over the hesitant faces.
"Die right here!"
A commotion broke out in the crowd.
These criminals were used to being free-spirited and independent.
Although they were grateful to the person who released them, they were very unhappy about being asked to immediately swear allegiance to some unknown Moro.
"Are you kidding me!"
The alien with four arms stepped forward.
He was brimming with confidence, relying on his feat of tearing the cell door apart with his bare hands.
"I finally regained my freedom, why should I be someone else's dog!"
"Brothers, let's go ourselves and see what he can do to us!"
Several hardened criminals immediately responded and began to rush out.
Saganbo's eyes turned cold.
His figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
They appeared directly in front of the four-armed alien.
The four-armed alien was shocked and instinctively waved its four arms in an attempt to retaliate.
Saganbo didn't dodge at all.
He withstood the opponent's punch, then his hands shot out with lightning speed.
They gripped the four-armed alien's shoulders tightly.
"Snap!"
Accompanied by a chilling sound of bones cracking.
The four-armed alien let out a piercing scream.
His two arms were dislocated by Saganbo.
Saganbo did not stop.
He grabbed the other man by the neck and lifted the enormous alien up with one hand.
The violent aura completely enveloped the four-armed alien.
Saganbo suddenly exerted force on his wrist.
"Click!"
The crisp sound of a neck bone breaking was particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.
The four-armed alien's head drooped down at an eerie angle.
His limbs hung limply at his sides.
He died on the spot.
Saganbo tossed the body at the feet of the prisoners who had just responded, as if it were trash.
Fresh blood dripped down his fingers.
He turned his head and looked at the several deathly pale-faced, trembling criminals.
"Who else wants to leave on their own?"
The entire room fell silent.
The prisoners who had just tried to resist were now too afraid to even breathe.
Saganbo used these cruel methods.
They quickly integrated this newly escaped prison army.
Everyone bowed their heads in submission.
After subduing a group of galactic criminals, a man with light blue hair, Yunba, who was originally one of Saganbo's subordinates, stood with his hands in his pockets and three figures behind him.
A short, spiky alien named Shimorekka.
Yunba, a tall and robust bear-shaped alien.
There was also a figure with a gemstone embedded in his forehead and a pair of slightly protruding pointed horns, Seven-Three.
Yunba approached Saganbo, "Boss, what do we do next?"
Saganbo raised his head slightly, a smile appearing on his face. " Moro is waiting for us..."