Free Web NovelChapter 117: Chapter 116: Let Me Hear Which Bone Snaps First
The person who entered from outside the cell door took off his hat and black woolen overcoat, casually placing them on the ground by his feet.
In the faint light of the cell, one could finally see that he was a handsome, dashing young man. His noble air was starkly out of place in the filthy, dim prison.
The cell door slowly closed behind the young man. Just as it was about to shut completely, a deep voice came from outside.
"Young Master, just shout if you need anything."
"Relax, relax, Big Cat."
The young man smiled and patted the iron door until it was completely closed and locked.
Just then, the sound of colliding chains echoed from behind him.
He then turned around, looked at the prisoner sitting beneath the iron-barred window in the distance, and began to speak softly, "Luo Gang, a Blood Gate Martial Artist. Three months ago, you were imprisoned for killing someone in the Concession..."
A cold snort soon came from the shadows.
"Lackey of the Westerners."
Hearing this, the young man slowly shook his head. "Though you were jailed for killing a Westerner, you had over twenty lives on your hands before that."
"And most of them were law-abiding, ordinary citizens."
Seeing his past exposed in an instant, the man in the shadows fell silent.
The young man took two steps forward and continued.
"The wine and meat you’ve been eating these past few days were all specially arranged by me. I trust you’ve been living quite comfortably.
As for the rules..."
The young man took a key from his pocket, glanced at it in his hand, and then...
...casually tossed it forward.
"They should have already told you."
The iron key landed on the patch of illuminated ground with a faint clink.
The sound of breathing from the shadows seemed to quicken instantly.
A moment later, a rough, large hand with prominent knuckles reached out from the shadows, slowly picked up the key from the ground, and then quickly retracted.
"CLICK, CLACK—"
Accompanied by the crisp sound of mechanisms turning and chains falling to the ground.
In the shadows, a figure slowly rose and walked out step by step, emerging into the light.
He was a disheveled middle-aged man with matted hair and a tangled beard. He was tall and strong, the muscles beneath his thin prison clothes were well-defined, bulging as if they would rip the fabric.
His neck was exceptionally thick, and both of his arms were tattooed with several rings of dark red, their meaning unclear.
Snow was falling outside the cell. Fine, rustling snowflakes drifted in through the iron-barred window, but before they could land, they were vaporized by the immense body heat radiating from the man.
"They said that if I kill the first person to walk into this cell this morning, they’ll let me go..."
A hoarse voice, like grinding stones, slowly spoke.
The man who had walked out of the shadows tilted his head, sizing up the young man before him. A strange expression crept onto his face. "I was expecting some kind of fierce, tough character to walk in. I never thought... it would be a dolled-up pretty boy."
"How rude."
The young man said calmly.
The man sneered, his expression suddenly turning savage.
With a move of his feet, his entire body, like a rapidly toppling iron tower, crashed toward the young man with a whistling wind.
The young man didn’t seem panicked. He quickly retreated a few steps. The man followed up with a straight punch—no frills, but it tore through the air with a sharp, low whistle.
"WHOOSH!"
The young man dodged this punch as well. Their bodies crossed, and in a single encounter, they had switched places.
The young man now stood in the patch of light.
"Is dodging all you can do?"
The man, feeling the slight discomfort of his Qi Blood churning after two failed attacks, looked at the young man and spoke with displeasure.
"Oh."
With his back to the light, the young man’s expression was unclear, but he responded as if readily accepting the man’s challenge.
Seeing the young man actually assume a fighting stance, the man couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. He was just about to channel his strength and raise his hands.
But then, on that shadow-veiled face, two points of sharp light suddenly erupted!
In an instant, the hairs on the back of the man’s neck stood on end. It was as if he’d been locked onto by a primeval beast. Under a wave of inexplicable terror, instinct overrode reason, and he shot backward without a second thought.
A series of air-compressing pops, like firecrackers, chased after him. He retreated frantically until his back hit the wall, with nowhere left to go. In his desperation, he could only twist his body and roll to the side...
"BOOM!"
A fist slammed down hard.
Stone fragments flew as a bowl-sized crater appeared on the wall where the fist had struck, cracks spreading out like a spiderweb.
The man’s heart seemed to lurch violently with the loud bang, and his broad shoulders trembled involuntarily.
"Sigh...."
A long sigh.
The young man slowly pulled his fist from the indented wall, shaking the stone dust from his knuckles as his gaze turned to the man.
"We agreed there’d be no dodging... So why did you dodge?"
The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His mouth felt inexplicably dry.
But he forced a calm expression and let out a disdainful sneer.
However, before his sneer could fade, an even more ear-piercing sound of something tearing through the air came at him again.
The man’s face changed drastically.
He immediately turned tail and ran!
"BOOM! BOOM!—"
A series of muffled booms echoed within the enclosed cell, as if someone inside were relentlessly smashing the walls with a sledgehammer.
Seven or eight meters from the cell door, a young prison guard in a peaked cap heard the tremendous noise, his face gradually paling.
"This Luo Gang is as strong as an ox. I heard that when they arrested him, more than a dozen skilled gang members could barely stop him... He bent an iron rod as thick as two fingers with his bare hands.
Your Young Master..."
The young guard’s eyes were filled with unease and worry. He looked at Big Cat, who stood over two meters tall beside him, and couldn’t help but ask, "Are you sure he’ll be alright?"
Big Cat glanced toward the cell door, thought for a moment, then looked back and said flatly, "If there were a problem, my Young Master would shout."
"I’m just afraid he won’t even be able to shout..."
The young guard muttered, "Just don’t blame me if something really happens."
As he spoke, he cast another sympathetic yet baffled glance at the cell door from which the booms emanated. ’Who knows why these rich young masters come to prison looking for thrills when they have nothing better to do,’ he thought. ’This place is full of vicious death row inmates. Isn’t this just suicide?’
...
Inside the cell, the man, who had rolled across the small room several times, was drenched in sweat. The disdain and composure on his face were long gone, replaced by pure terror and horror.
Now, when he looked at the handsome young man who was chasing him down at a leisurely pace, as if taking a stroll in a garden, it was like he was seeing a ghost.
Heaven knows how those slender arms and legs, hidden beneath that fine suit, could possess such terrifying strength.
Looking at the craters on the wall, punched out with bare hands, the man dared not imagine what would happen if one of those fists landed on his body.
Dodge.
He could only dodge!
Keep dodging!
Fortunately, his opponent didn’t seem to want to end this "game" too quickly and hadn’t been taking it seriously, which was the only reason he had survived this long.
Finally, after narrowly dodging another heavy kick from the young man with a desperate roll, the man caught a flash of indifference on the youth’s fair, handsome face.
He knew he couldn’t wait any longer.
"Fuck it!"
Gritting his teeth, the man shot up from the ground in an instant. With the speed of a thunderclap, he got behind the young man and suddenly wrapped him in a bear hug.
His arms, like iron hoops, locked the young man’s body and limbs tightly.
"Had your fun?"
The man leaned close to the young man’s ear, spitting out each word through gritted teeth, as if to vent all the humiliation he had just suffered.
"Let me show you... I practice the Red River Nine Gates Technique!"
After speaking, his entire body flushed red, and the muscles in his arms suddenly tensed.
Following that, he flexed his thighs and abdomen. It was as if waves of power, hidden deep within his muscles, were being pushed and squeezed upward, bit by bit, each stage more difficult than the last.
It was like a series of iron gates slamming shut, with the force finally... converging in his arms.
The points of maximum tension perfectly aligned with the dark red ring tattoos on his arms. As the muscles bulged, it looked as if he had spontaneously donned several dark red armbands!
"CRACK-CRACK-CRACK—"
The man put forth a burst of strength, his flushed, savage face filled with cruelty and satisfaction.
He could already picture it: the young man in his arms, his bones snapped, bleeding from all seven orifices, his internal organs crushed and ruptured until he died.
"Let me hear... which of your bones will be the first to snap?"
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