Melee

Inside the Detention Center. After breakfast, the prisoners returned to their cells one by one. In the third cell from the left on the south side of the corridor, the four inmates lay quietly on their bunks. One of the fat men whispered, "Big Brother, I already spoke with Boss Li and his crew during breakfast, and Boss Li nodded in agreement. We'll send three of our best, and with Boss Li's two 'Iron Towers,' that makes five. Dealing with that Luo Feng shouldn't be a problem." "Fatty, they say that Luo Feng can take on four advanced Martial Arts Hall students by himself. He's tough to deal with," the burly man with the black dog tattoo whispered. "Black Dog, Fatty, this time, besides us, Brother Zhou also got Cobra to make a move. Even if we fail, Cobra will definitely succeed!" a one-eyed middle-aged man said in a low voice. "Cobra?" Fatty and the burly Black Dog both jumped in fright. "Yes, coincidentally, Cobra also happens to be locked up in the Detention Center this time," the one-eyed middle-aged man nodded. "With Cobra involved, it's foolproof!" Fatty exclaimed excitedly. "But Big Brother, what does this Cobra look like? We haven't seen him yet." "For the specific operation, Boss Li and I will discuss it again during lunch," the one-eyed middle-aged man whispered. "Barring any surprises, we'll make our move during the communal dinner tonight! Remember, bring your weapons." These so-called weapons of the prisoners were actually just razor blades, or sharpened toothbrush handles... Although inspections in the Detention Center were relatively strict, they couldn't compare to a maximum-security prison. Even in maximum-security prisons, individuals with extensive connections could smuggle in firearms and ammunition; after all, no matter how strict a system, if humans are enforcing it, there will be loopholes! Of course, the people in the Detention Center were minor figures, and their 'weapons' were merely sharp objects like razor blades and glass shards. ...Evening. "Brother Luo." "Brother Luo." As Luo Feng emerged from his cell, the prisoners he encountered in the corridor respectfully greeted him. Luo Feng's feat of injuring four advanced Martial Arts Hall students had spread throughout the Detention Center last night, and now almost everyone knew of the young man's ferocity. The communal dining hall, though called a cafeteria, was actually an enclosed hall. Dozens of fixed silver long tables filled the space. "Everything else in the Detention Center is fine, it's just the food that's terrible." Having successfully cultivated the Gene Energy last night, Luo Feng was in a good mood all day. He walked to the counter and received a plastic lunchbox from the Detention Center staff; inside was a meal resembling mud. He looked down; the food inside was a grey, muddy mess, with a faint taste of potatoes. "This is the legendary 'Bio-Meal,'" Luo Feng shook his head. The name sounded good, but despite being called 'Bio-Meal,' it was actually widely recognized as the worst food available. If one ate this 'Bio-Meal,' it would only cost fifty cents a day per person. One could imagine how incredibly cheap this 'Bio-Meal' was to produce. The silver hall, silver dining tables and benches, silver lunchboxes. Large numbers of people in prison uniforms came one by one, collected their lunchboxes, and began to eat. Luo Feng sat at a long table, lowering his head to eat the 'Bio-Meal.' Just then, a thin, bespectacled youth also sat beside Luo Feng, carrying his own lunchbox. After taking two bites, the thin youth couldn't help but curse, "Even pigs and dogs eat better than this!" "Hurry, you lost, give me two cigarettes." "What are you messing around with?" Throughout the silver hall, over a hundred prisoners chatted amongst themselves, creating a chaotic din. Two guards stood outside the railing, assault rifles in hand, lazily glancing inside before resuming their conversation and laughter. Meanwhile, a camera in the corner of the silver hall continuously recorded everything happening within. Thump. A one-eyed burly man sat down at another long table, about three meters to Luo Feng's right. He glanced at Luo Feng, smiled, and asked, "You're Luo Feng?" Luo Feng looked at the one-eyed burly man. "And you are?" "My surname is Long," the one-eyed burly man grinned. "One-Eyed Dragon!" A low shout rang out, and a short, stout fatty sat opposite the one-eyed burly man. Beside this short fatty sat two burly men, like iron towers, both glaring coldly at the one-eyed middle-aged man. The short fatty sneered, "When we were out for yard time yesterday afternoon, your men beat up my brother, didn't they? Speak, how do we settle this?" "Scram!" The one-eyed burly man rolled his eye and roared, "Fatty Li, get lost! Don't blame me for being impolite if you piss me off." The short fatty's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he sneered, "One-Eyed Dragon, looks like you don't want to talk?" Luo Feng, eating nearby, took two more bites, then glanced over, finding it rather amusing. In his opinion... this was clearly a clash between two influential figures within the prison. "Talk my ass! You think you can talk to me? Get lost!" One-Eyed Dragon rolled his single eye and roared. "Damn it, beat him!" The short fatty's face contorted savagely, and he let out a fierce growl. Instantly, the two burly men beside the short fatty, like iron towers, moved. One of them grabbed a silver long table, lifted it, and swung it towards the One-Eyed Dragon. The other burly man delivered a lightning-fast flying kick, aiming fiercely at the One-Eyed Dragon. "How dare you hit my boss!" "Brothers, get 'em!" The entire silver hall instantly erupted into chaos. CRASH! One of the prisoners picked up a stool and smashed it violently against the camera in the corner of the hall. In the Detention Center, the first thing done during any large-scale brawl was to destroy the cameras. Without irrefutable evidence, the prisoners could then fabricate their own versions of the fight. In the silver hall. "Argh!" The One-Eyed Dragon swung his right arm, blocking the burly man's kick, but the blow was so heavy that he staggered back several steps, retreating right next to Luo Feng. The two 'Iron Tower' burly men instantly pressed forward. Moreover, One-Eyed Dragon's subordinates also charged in, and for a moment, Luo Feng found himself caught in the center of the melee. "A brawl, just my luck." Luo Feng could only stand up; he had no interest in getting involved in such matters. Just then, one of the fat men under the One-Eyed Dragon, as he rushed past Luo Feng, suddenly produced a sharpened spike made from a long screw, aiming its sharp point directly at Luo Feng's lower back. And the One-Eyed Dragon, who had been stumbling moments before, flipped his hand to reveal a razor blade secured with plastic, thrusting it directly at Luo Feng. "Hmm?" Luo Feng suddenly felt a sense of danger, and at the same time, a slight pain in his lower back. It felt as if a sharp object had pierced his muscle, but was immediately clamped down by it. Luo Feng sprang up like a civet cat, leaping over the dining table in front of him. But just then... "Hmph!" "Hmph!" The two 'Iron Tower' burly men, almost simultaneously, swung their legs like battle-axes, chopping fiercely at Luo Feng. "You're asking for death!" Luo Feng, instantly understanding everything, let out a fierce roar, smashing his fists hard against the two incoming legs! The two 'Iron Tower' burly men, known as the 'Two Vajras,' sneered inwardly. Leg strength, when unleashed, was far greater than arm strength; why would they fear Luo Feng? Thud! Thud! Dull thuds, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking, the two previously ferocious 'Iron Tower' burly men howled in pain, both sent flying backward by Luo Feng's fists. They crashed violently into distant tables and stools, leaving a chilling trail of blood on the floor. "Ah, ow~~" The two burly men writhed on the ground, clutching their legs in agony. "What?!" The One-Eyed Dragon, along with the fatty and Black Dog beside him, all jumped in shock. Just then— "Buzz—buzz—" A piercing alarm blared, and the Detention Center guards quickly rushed out from their respective resting places to assemble, heading towards the cells. Luo Feng touched his lower back; blood had completely stained his clothes there, but his heart settled slightly. The rumors were indeed true: a Warrior who cultivated Gene Energy could punch with three to four thousand jin of force, and ordinary small-caliber pistol bullets could no longer penetrate their muscles. The fatty's stab just now had only pierced the surface of his skin before being caught by his muscles. "So, you were putting on a show." Luo Feng's gaze swept over the One-Eyed Dragon and the short fatty, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, which made both men turn pale with fright. "Everyone, get him! He's injured!" the One-Eyed Dragon roared. "Everyone, attack together!" the short fatty also bellowed. As he shouted, they themselves picked up stools and hurled them. With their bosses making a move, the subordinates naturally rushed forward, each grabbing a stool, creating utter chaos. Luo Feng moved, transforming into a blur. His legs became like cannonballs, sending prisoners flying with each kick. Luo Feng didn't go all out against the ordinary subordinate prisoners; after all, they were just following the crowd. But for the two leaders, One-Eyed Dragon and the fatty who had stabbed him, Luo Feng would show no mercy. "Thwack!" Luo Feng's palm strike chopped directly onto a stool, breaking it. He then smashed his arm into the One-Eyed Dragon's arm, sending the man flying, his arm twisted ninety degrees in the wrong direction. Figures were sent flying, stools and tables twisted and shattered. The disparity! This was the difference between a Warrior who had cultivated Gene Energy and ordinary fierce thugs. As Luo Feng swept through the crowd of prisoners, the thin, bespectacled youth who had been silently watching from the sidelines suddenly waved his hand. "Whoosh!" A cold glint instantly streaked through the air, already before Luo Feng.