Chapter 18: Mechanical Strife

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 prisoners inside lay quietly on their beds. One of them, a fat man, whispered, “Big brother, I already spoke with Old Li at breakfast, and he nodded in agreement. We’ll provide three experts, and with Old Li’s two bodyguards, we’ll have five in total. It should be enough to deal with that Luo Feng.”

“Big guy, Luo Feng supposedly can take on four senior martial arts academy students by himself. He’s tough to handle,” said a muscular man with a black dog tattoo.

“Black Dog, for this mission, Brother Zhou has also arranged for Cobra to join in. Even if we fail, Cobra will definitely succeed!” said a middle-aged man with one eye.

“Cobra?”

Both the fat man and the muscular man were startled.

“Yes, it’s a coincidence. Cobra is also detained here in this detention center,” the one-eyed man nodded.

“With Cobra involved, success is guaranteed,” the fat man said excitedly. “But big brother, what does Cobra look like? We haven’t seen him yet.”

“We’ll finalize the plan at lunch when I talk with Old Li again,” the one-eyed man whispered. “Unless something unexpected happens, we’ll strike tonight during dinner. Remember, everyone bring your weapons.” The prisoners’ so-called weapons were merely razor blades and sharpened toothbrush handles.

Although the detention center had strict inspections, it couldn’t compare to a maximum-security prison. Even in maximum-security prisons, well-connected individuals could smuggle in firearms and ammunition. After all, no matter how strict the system, there would always be loopholes if humans were involved. Of course, the prisoners in the detention center were all small-time criminals, using only blades and glass shards as their “weapons.”

…

Evening.

“Brother Luo.”

“Brother Luo.”

As Luo Feng emerged from his cell and walked down the corridor, several prisoners greeted him obediently. His feat of injuring four senior martial arts academy students the previous night had already spread, and now nearly everyone in the detention center knew of this young man’s ferocity.

Inside the communal dining hall, which was actually just a large enclosed room.

The silver, fixed long tables numbered in the dozens.

“It’s bearable here in the detention center, except for the terrible food,” Luo Feng thought. After successfully cultivating his primal energy last night, he had been in a good mood all day. He approached the counter and received a plastic food tray from the detention center staff. The food inside resembled grayish sludge.

Looking down, he saw the grayish sludge, tasting faintly of potatoes.

“This must be the legendary bio-meal,” Luo Feng shook his head.

The name sounded impressive, but in reality, it was widely considered the worst food available. Eating this bio-meal costs only fifty cents per day, showing just how cheap it was.

The silver hall, silver tables and benches, silver trays.

A large number of prisoners in uniforms came forward one by one, each collecting a tray and heading to eat.

Luo Feng sat at a long table and began eating the bio-meal. At that moment, a thin youth wearing glasses also sat beside him with a tray. After taking a couple of bites, the thin youth muttered a curse, “Even pigs and dogs eat better than this!”

“Quickly, you lost. Give me two cigarettes.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

The silver hall buzzed with over a hundred prisoners chatting noisily. Two guards stood outside the railing, lazily glancing inside with assault rifles before resuming their casual conversation. Meanwhile, a camera in the corner of the hall continuously recorded everything.

“Thud!” A one-eyed muscular man sat at another long table about three meters to Luo Feng’s right. He glanced at Luo Feng and smiled, “You’re Luo Feng?”

Luo Feng looked at the one-eyed man, “And you are?”

“I’m from the Long family,” the one-eyed man grinned.

“One-Eyed Dragon,” a low voice called out as a short, fat man sat opposite the one-eyed man. Beside the short, fat man were two muscular men built like iron towers, glaring coldly at the one-eyed man. The short, fat man sneered, “Yesterday afternoon, when we were outside for air, your men beat up my brothers. Now, how do you plan to resolve this?”

“Get lost,” the one-eyed man snapped, eyes narrowing. “Lao Pang, get the hell away from me, or I won’t be polite.”

The short, fat man’s eyes flashed coldly, and he sneered, “One-Eyed Dragon, so you don’t want to talk?”

Luo Feng, eating a couple of bites nearby, glanced over and found the situation amusing. In his eyes, this was clearly a conflict between two powerful figures in the detention center.

“Talk? You actually think you can talk to me? Get lost!” the One-Eyed Dragon spat.

“Damn it, attack!”

The short, fat man’s face twisted with fury as he barked a low command.

Instantly, the two iron-tower-like men beside him sprang into action. One of them flipped the silver table and swung it toward the One-Eyed Dragon. The other iron-tower man launched a lightning-fast flying kick straight at the One-Eyed Dragon.

“Dare to attack my boss!”

“Brothers, get them!”

The silver hall erupted into chaos.

“Crash!” One of the prisoners grabbed a bench and smashed it into the camera in the corner of the hall. Every time there was a major brawl in the detention center, the first thing to go was the camera. Without solid evidence, the guards couldn’t do much, and the prisoners could fabricate their own version of events.

Inside the silver hall.

“Ahh!” The One-Eyed Dragon raised his right arm to block the kick from the iron-tower man, but the kick was powerful, sending the One-Eyed Dragon stumbling back several steps, right next to Luo Feng.

The two iron-tower men quickly closed in.

And the followers of the One-Eyed Dragon rushed forward as well, quickly dragging Luo Feng into the center of the brawl.

“Caught in a fight,” Luo Feng muttered as he stood up. He had no intention of getting involved. However, one of the One-Eyed Dragon’s followers, a fat man, suddenly produced a sharpened screwdriver from his pocket and stabbed it toward Luo Feng’s back as he ran past.

At the same time, the previously staggering One-Eyed Dragon flipped his hand and revealed a blade secured with plastic, aiming straight for Luo Feng.

“Hmm?” Luo Feng suddenly felt a sense of danger. He felt a slight pain in his back as something sharp pierced his muscle, but it was immediately clamped by his muscle. Luo Feng sprang up like a cat, leaping over the table in front of him. But at that moment…

“Haa!” “Haa!”

The two iron-tower men simultaneously swung their legs like battle axes, aiming to smash Luo Feng.

“You’re asking for death!” Luo Feng instantly realized what was happening and roared, swinging both fists to meet the incoming legs. The two iron-tower men, known as the two bodyguards, sneered inwardly. Leg strength was much stronger than arm strength, and they had no fear of Luo Feng.

Boom! Boom!

The heavy impact sounds were accompanied by the sound of bones breaking. The two previously fierce iron-tower men cried out in pain and were sent flying by Luo Feng’s punches, crashing into distant tables and benches, leaving a trail of blood that sent chills down one’s spine.

“Ahh, ahh~~” The two men clutched their legs in agony, rolling on the ground.

“What!” The One-Eyed Dragon and his fat and tattooed companions were startled.

At that moment—

“Beep—Beep—” The piercing alarm sounded as the guards rushed out from their resting places, assembling and heading toward the dining hall.

Luo Feng touched his back, and his hand came away covered in blood, but he felt a bit relieved. The rumors were true indeed. A martial artist capable of cultivating primal energy could punch with a force of three to four thousand jin, and even small-caliber bullets couldn’t penetrate their muscles. The stab from the fat man had only pierced the skin before being stopped by his muscle.

“So, you were all faking it.”

Luo Feng’s eyes swept over the One-Eyed Dragon and the short, fat man, a flash of ferocity in his gaze that made the two of them pale with fear.

“All of you, attack him. He’s injured!” the One-Eyed Dragon roared.

“Everyone, attack together!” the short, fat man shouted as well, grabbing a bench and charging forward. When the leaders attacked, their followers naturally followed suit, grabbing benches and charging in chaos.

Luo Feng’s figure moved like a phantom. His legs moved like cannons, sending prisoners flying one by one. For the common followers, Luo Feng didn’t go all out, as they were just following the crowd. But for the leaders, the One-Eyed Dragon and the short, fat man, and especially the fat man who stabbed him, Luo Feng showed no mercy.

“Crack!” Luo Feng’s palm sliced through a bench, breaking it in half. His arm then smashed into the One-Eyed Dragon’s arm, sending him flying with his arm twisted at a ninety-degree angle.

One by one, figures were sent flying, benches and tables twisted and shattered.

The difference!

This was the gap between a martial artist who had cultivated primal energy and ordinary fierce criminals.

As Luo Feng swept through the group of prisoners, the thin youth wearing glasses, who had been silently watching in the crowd, suddenly raised his hand.

“Whoosh!”

A streak of cold light flashed through the air, reaching Luo Feng in an instant.