Free Web NovelChapter 131: Chapter 131: They Are Here
Mike was massive, but his movements were lightning-fast. In an instant, he was behind Shen Feng, his arms locked around Shen Feng’s neck in a death grip. His huge hands also grabbed Shen Feng’s arms, preventing him from reaching for his gun.
A rear-naked choke!
As a serial killer, Mike never used knives or guns, preferring to strangle his victims to death with his bare hands or simply snap their necks. This had earned him the nickname "Violent Bear," and he was one of the most vicious murderers in all of Eagle Country.
You don’t get a 1,762-year sentence for nothing.
He was even confident he could twist and snap the Asian kid’s bones!
But then he suddenly realized that even with his entire weight hanging off the kid, the guy hadn’t budged an inch!
And when he squeezed with all his might, it felt like he was trying to choke a boulder!
The kid’s throat felt like a thick, forged steel pipe—there was none of the give of flesh and blood!
And even under the full force of Mike’s chokehold, the kid actually spoke:
"Trying to choke me out? You’d have to be able to choke out a rock first."
As he spoke, Mike felt an immense force against his hands. The kid suddenly broke free from his hold and twisted back to grab his fingers!
They didn’t feel like hands at all—more like a pair of iron pincers!
"CRACK..." The sound of splintering bone echoed as four of Mike’s fingers were instantly broken!
Mike grunted, his eyes bulging, but he didn’t let go. Forcing through the pain, he maintained his chokehold on Shen Feng and roared:
"Get his gun!"
The Asian kid was still in his grip. If his men could grab the gun, they could still turn the tables!
The convicts on the ground were already poised to strike. At his command, they swarmed forward and lunged at Shen Feng.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!" A few muffled shots rang out, and several holes were punched into the chests of the two convicts in the lead.
The young man had casually raised the automatic rifle hanging on his chest and pulled the trigger with a smirk.
His skin now had a faint grayish-white sheen, like that of a marble statue.
Meanwhile, the hulking, muscular Mike was still trying in vain to maintain his chokehold, looking like a doll hanging off the young man’s back.
No matter how much force Mike exerted, he couldn’t even make the young man budge a single inch.
Judging by the young man’s reaction—or lack thereof—it was as if Mike didn’t exist at all!
The remaining dozens of prisoners exchanged glances and froze. About a dozen on the outer edge even turned and bolted, terrified that Shen Feng would slaughter them all in his fury.
Shen Feng couldn’t be bothered with the runners. He waved his gun at those who remained and said:
"Get down."
As if granted a pardon, everyone immediately and obediently got down on the ground.
Mike’s eyes were still bulging as he used every last ounce of his strength, still trying in vain to choke Shen Feng.
But in the next instant, Shen Feng grabbed his wrist. Mike immediately realized that the muscular power he took so much pride in was absolutely nothing in front of this young man!
"CRACK..." With another sharp snap, Mike’s wrist was broken!
This time, he couldn’t hold it in and let out another muffled groan.
Shen Feng casually yanked Mike around to face him, then lashed out with a vicious kick to his shin.
"CRUNCH..." Mike’s lower leg bent backward at an unnatural angle, the bone snapped in two.
Mike’s eyes were bloodshot and nearly popping from their sockets, yet he still didn’t scream, letting out only a low groan.
Shen Feng couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. A man sentenced to 1,762 years in prison was clearly no joke.
Mike, now prone on the ground, looked up at the jeering young man and said with a grim snarl:
"I once controlled half of New York’s underworld. I’ve personally killed one hundred and twenty-seven people, including thirty-two cops. If the Devil walks on Earth, then I’m his herald... Kid, tell me your name. You’re the first person who’s ever escaped my chokehold..."
Shen Feng let out a dry laugh. He gave Mike an indifferent glance, then waved his gun toward the other prisoners.
"You guys, kill him. No weapons, just your hands and feet. I’ll give you... hmm, one hour."
He then crooked a finger at two of the prisoners, beckoning them over.
The remaining prisoners now understood completely that this young man was an absolute monster. They immediately swarmed toward Mike.
The young man’s intention was simple: he wanted them to torture Mike to death, slowly.
"Boss Mike, sorry about this," a man with a cross tattoo muttered before kicking Mike viciously in the head, his face contorted with savage glee.
With one person taking the lead, the other prisoners joined in. The initial fear in their eyes as they looked at Mike was quickly replaced by excitement.
They punched and kicked; one even dropped down and started tearing at Mike’s ear with his teeth.
This was Boss Mike, the man who had terrified them into submission, and now he was at their mercy!
Mike screamed through the crowd at Shen Feng, "Answer me! Answer me!"
More than the broken limbs and the torture, what he couldn’t stand was the Asian kid’s complete indifference. It was a profound humiliation!
The kid looked at him as if he were an insect, a mere ant!
By now, Shen Feng couldn’t even be bothered to glance his way again. Instead, he began questioning the two prisoners he had called over.
The two men both had sentences of around eleven hundred years. Their Hibernation Pods were next to Mike’s, making them some of the first to awaken after him.
Though both were hardened criminals, they were terrified of the Devil standing before them. After all, nobody wanted to be beaten to death. They began to recount everything they had experienced.
After being sentenced, they were put directly into Hibernation Pods. The next thing they knew, they were waking up to Mike smashing open the lids of their pods and dragging them out.
Mike’s own Hibernation Pod had malfunctioned, causing the lid to open automatically and wake him up. He hadn’t been out for long himself.
The two decided to fall in line behind Mike. The group surveyed their surroundings, confirming that everything was completely different from what they remembered.
For Mike, however, this place was a paradise—like Heaven.
There was food in abundance, no shortage of women, and best of all, he could play his favorite game: torturing others.
The group of high-security prisoners hit it off. They started by waking dozens of other sleeping felons, mostly the worst of the worst, with sentences of around a thousand years.
And so, their new life here began.
It had been almost three years since they woke up. Every day, they "used up" one or two people.
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During this period, they had tried venturing out of this area to find other people or a way off the mega-structure, but all their attempts ended in failure.
Some never returned. Others encountered terrifying things, with only one or two managing to escape back here.
However, there were also rumors of certain rooms within the mega-structure. They were said to be magnificent, with hot meals, clean clothes, and even showers—like a President’s suite. A true Heaven.
But the place was said to be constantly shifting; you could wake up from a nap and never find it again. Besides, terrifying things were always patrolling the area. Stay too long, and you’d be killed.
’So these guys have been awake for three whole years.’
Just from their description, Shen Feng could imagine how this former hibernation prison had become a living Hell for the other sleepers under their control.
He could only imagine the horrific torture the female prisoners must have endured.
’And they don’t have fire...’
’But what exactly are these "terrifying things" the prisoners mentioned?’
’They’re already like Evil Ghosts themselves...’
As Shen Feng pondered this, a sudden scream echoed from the distance, followed by the sound of frantic footsteps.
He looked up to see the dozen or so prisoners who had fled earlier now sprinting back toward them, their faces etched with terror. They screamed as they ran:
"They’re coming! Run, run, they’re coming!"
"It’s those things! They’ve found us!"
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